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Erwin explains the plan: Historia needs to get pregnant to continue the royal bloodline. The Ackerman are immune to brainwashing from King Fritz. If she were to copulate with Levi, her offspring may be able to overcome the King’s brainwashing and harness the full power of the Founding Titan.
Levi doesn’t miss how Historia’s expression sours. He’s sure she hasn’t forgotten that he strangled her, and demanded that she become Queen. His arms cross over his chest. He doesn’t like the idea of bringing a child into this world. Or that they’re going to be used like a pawn in a battle against titans.
Hange insists upon the importance of it. “I don’t think it’s ideal either. I would really like to wait until Historia is older, but this plan will take years to execute and we’re running short on time.”
Historia is a little girl. Barely sixteen. And he’s, well. A short, mean old man. Before her royal decrees, he didn’t know much about her. That she grew up in an orphanage. He appreciated that she cared about taking care of the children of the underground. Hearing about her life, he felt familiarity and pity. She was a prostitutes’ child as well.
Erwin doesn’t even flinch. His only hand is resting on the table, relaxed. Of course. He sends kids to their death, he couldn’t give a half of a fuck about ordering Levi to rape one. As long as it serves humanity.
“I can handle it, I’m strong and healthy,” Historia pipes up. “I’ve suffered more difficult tasks for the sake of humanity.”
Bless her heart. Historia is weak willed. According to what some of the kids were saying, she wanted humanity to go extinct and run off with that titan girl Ymir, and yet here she is, the ruler of it. Because of him.
“Levi?” Erwin prompts. The piece of shit.
“Wouldn’t this make me king?” What an ironic turn of events, an underground thug ruling humanity. If Kenny were still alive, he’d be green with envy.
Erwin rubs his fingers together, because he doesn’t have another hand to clasp. “It’s not quite like that — Historia will marry whomever she chooses, this would be an unofficial transfer of genetics.”
It’s not as if Levi wants status. He spares a look at Historia. The worst part is, she’s adorable. Lush pink lips, honey blonde hair, big blue eyes, petite. The kind of pure heroine you see drawn between fairy tale pages. This is going to be difficult to compartmentalize.
“I will only do what Historia is comfortable with.”
If there was some kind of advanced fertilization technology they were planning on utilizing, Hange would have said something, but she just looks at him uneasily. Which means, they’re doing this the old fashioned way.
“Well,” Erwin says. “It seems that it’s settled.”
It’s scheduled on a Monday before noon. Kind of like a doctor's appointment. Before lunch, he disappears from his obligations, walking under a rather cloudy sky through the market to meet Historia in a room set up for this exact purpose. Eventually, his hands are around her bare hips.
“You okay?”
Historia nods. “I’m doing fine.” She tucks some blonde hair behind her ear.
He’s trying to be gentle. It’s horribly quiet. Only the smack of the flesh of his thighs meeting hers. As they have sex, Levi won’t promise her anything about coming back after the mission alive, she probably wants to never see him again. He won’t kiss her. It would be incredibly selfish of him, really, to take advantage of this situation, to say sweet things and sink his fingers into her malleable heart. Because she shouldn’t love him.
“Capt— er, Levi? Are you, um…having trouble?”
He sighs. “It seems my age is going to be a problem.”
“No, um, that’s okay!” Historia taps at his hands and he pulls out of her. She turns around, big blue eyes gleaming. “How can I, um, help?”
“No. That’s not your job.”
“It’s okay, you just need to be warmed up.” Her hand wraps around his penis. “Anything you would like, sir?”
Sir. Levi wonders where she learned to say these things. She is a prostitutes’ daughter after all, though he’s not certain if she has done it, or has just been around so much transactional sex growing up that she’s absorbed the language of it. Either way, he pities her.
When Historia doesn’t get an answer, she puts the head of his penis in her mouth. He realizes quickly that it’s all bravado, when he hits the back of her throat and she gags. He brushes the blonde hair from her face and gathers it in a ponytail.
“Are you trying to bite my dick off?”
Tears in her eyes, Historia attempts to shake her head with his penis in her mouth.
“Cover your teeth with your lips.” A soft ring of flesh replaces the incisors pressing at his base and she resumes sucking him, with some help from the hand around her hair to control the depth. “There you go.”
Historia looks up at him with unmistakable heat.
Good girl, he thinks. It’s what she wants to hear, but he won’t give it to her.
Her father left her until she became convenient for him, then came crawling back, sniffling and blubbering. He was really a terrible person to her. And Levi’s going to be terrible to her also. She’s really gotten bad luck with men. Maybe that’s what she sees in him. Well, he’s about to be someone’s deadbeat father, so it’s not as if they share nothing in common.
Levi pulls her off his cock by her hair and she gasps, saliva dripping onto her pert breasts.
“Lay down.”
She does, opening her legs. He feeds his cock into her pink cunt. It grips him like a vice. He doesn’t miss that it’s soaking wet, glistening down her thighs. He watches his cock disappear into her pussy. It’s going to be a lot easier to orgasm, in this position, maybe too easy. He can see everything, the pink blush on her adorable face, her soft bouncing breasts, the expanse of her perfect pale skin. She’s like a dream come true.
Levi may not be fully human, but he is a man. He has partaken in those kinds of fantasies. Coming home to a beautiful wife washing dishes, hugging her from behind and kissing her neck, getting dish soap in his hair as she runs her fingers through it. Taking her against the counter, in a little house with plenty of windows and a garden. Something warm and sweet in the oven.
Having a baby was never in the cards for him, he’s always been pretty certain that he’s not cut out to be a father. Hopefully some other man will treat her the way she deserves. Someone closer to her in age. Without thinking, his left hand moves from her hip and over her abdomen. Her eyebrows raise in surprise. His fingers spread, the tips nearly touching the edges of her waist.
“Can you even fit a baby in here?” he asks. He shouldn’t have said that, he knows. His inhibitions are lowering because he’s near orgasm.
“I’ll try my best,” she says. What a good girl. Really too selfless for her own good. “Are you close?”
“I am.”
Historia raises her legs, catching her own thighs. She feels the need to explain when he stops moving. “It’s, um, a better position for making babies.”
“That so?” Levi thrusts into her again at the new angle, feeling hot. Somehow, she’s even tighter. The tip bumps something firm. Historia sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and bites as she watches where they connect. “Is that your cervix?”
“Yes,” she sighs.
He angles for it again, each tap eliciting a soft mewl from Historia.
“Fuck.” Levi spurts come into her tight heat. He hasn’t orgasmed like this in years. After, he catches his breath, staying deep inside her as the aftershock squeezes out the last drops.
“Did that feel good?” Historia touches the hand over her stomach.
He frowns. “What d’you mean, it doesn’t matter how I feel.”
She blushes. “You’re right.”
Levi pulls his cock out of her. The sight of her leaking his come makes him nearly drunk. Makes him lose his sense, some.
“You’ll be a good mom, Historia. You’re a good person.”
“I might not be a mom yet,” she says with a light laugh. She’s right. He might have to fuck her for a couple more months until they’re certain it’s taken. The amount of excitement he feels at that is disgraceful. Levi pulls on his shirt at the doorway.
“Be careful on the mission, okay?”
Levi pauses on the top button. She wants him back alive. He nods. “I will be.”
He walks across the room and kisses her forehead. She blinks up at him, eyes glossy.