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........does eren have his dad& #39;s memories of fucking his mom??? did he live that shit too???????
........does eren have his dad& #39;s memories of fucking his mom??? did he live that shit too???????
OK WORK& #39;S OVER SO ok yeah he totally does, BUT WAIT, i can make it W O R S E :D
grisha never wanted to be with carla at first. she was a good friend and a balm, but he still loved and missed dina. one night, when the memories are bad, when they won& #39;t leave him be--
grisha never wanted to be with carla at first. she was a good friend and a balm, but he still loved and missed dina. one night, when the memories are bad, when they won& #39;t leave him be--
he goes to carla& #39;s tavern to drown them. she& #39;s a kind hearted person, so she stays with him well after last call while he babbles cryptic nonsense, desperate to bleed out anything he can without putting her in danger, and eventually she helps him home to bed--
and despite everything he& #39;s had to drink, despite the fuzziness and drowsiness, grisha remembers it all, clearly and hazily at once, like the memory of a dream seared into his brain. he remembers stumbling, and tipping carla over onto the bed, trapping her under him for a moment-
and of course, he& #39;s immediately mortified, apologizing and sluggishly scrambling onto hands and knees, when a hand between his shoulder blades stops him dead. beneath him, carla is smiling, blushing, gazing up at him so tenderly it& #39;s like a knife to the heart--
but he can& #39;t, no matter how much he doesn& #39;t want to break his friend& #39;s heart.
"what& #39;s the matter, grisha?" the man& #39;s voice is so strange, so familiar. it fills his stomach with a dread he knows so intimately. the hand between his shoulder blades is like iron.
"what& #39;s the matter, grisha?" the man& #39;s voice is so strange, so familiar. it fills his stomach with a dread he knows so intimately. the hand between his shoulder blades is like iron.
carla smiles up at him blithely, like there& #39;s no other voice, no hand pinning grisha on top of her, like there& #39;s nothing wrong at all.
"look at how beautiful she is. she wants you, grisha." the hand slides slowly up his spine, over his nape to the back of his head.
"look at how beautiful she is. she wants you, grisha." the hand slides slowly up his spine, over his nape to the back of his head.
"don& #39;t you want her, too?" the hand presses down, before grisha can make his trembling lips, his aching throat spit out the word "no."
carla& #39;s eyes light up as his head dips, and her hands flutter up to cup his face, drawing him down along with the hand wrapped around his skull,
carla& #39;s eyes light up as his head dips, and her hands flutter up to cup his face, drawing him down along with the hand wrapped around his skull,
and greets him with an innocent, excruciating kiss.
"kruger told you, didn& #39;t he? you have to love someone. start a family." grisha doesn& #39;t know what noise he makes; carla swallows it, wraps him up in her arms and then her legs, caging him in soft warmth.
"kruger told you, didn& #39;t he? you have to love someone. start a family." grisha doesn& #39;t know what noise he makes; carla swallows it, wraps him up in her arms and then her legs, caging him in soft warmth.
the hand strokes back down his nape, his spine, to the small of his back, and presses his hips forward against carla& #39;s. she makes a soft, joyous noise and rocks up against him; there& #39;s no escaping the sweet friction against his cock.
the moment she releases him from the kiss, he begins to beg. "please," he whispers, cringing around her, hiding his face in her hair. "please. please." its the only word he can gasp out, on the verge of sobbing but trying so hard not to, trying not to frighten carla.
one hand becomes two, grabbing his hips and shoving them down against carla even harder, her moan drowning out the soft hitch of his strangled sob.
"don& #39;t be like that." eren says, voice annoyed. "at least make it good for her. she deserves that much."
"don& #39;t be like that." eren says, voice annoyed. "at least make it good for her. she deserves that much."
they& #39;re both relentless, and the whiskey isn& #39;t enough to save him from them. he& #39;s getting harder with every rock of carla& #39;s hips, every shove of eren& #39;s hands, and all he can do is weep silently into carla& #39;s hair and beg dina for forgiveness.
"grisha, please," carla moans, cupping his face again, gently forcing him to look at her-- she& #39;s shocked by the tears, then so tender and pitying, wiping them away and kissing him. "please?" she whispers, begging with wide green eyes, like he can say no.
"do what she says."
"do what she says."
he can& #39;t. he hides his face against her cheek and trembles. he can& #39;t go through with it, and he can& #39;t escape.
the hands on his hips pull him back, dragging him down carla& #39;s body, past her breasts, until his face is level with her navel.
"there& #39;s no going back, grisha."
the hands on his hips pull him back, dragging him down carla& #39;s body, past her breasts, until his face is level with her navel.
"there& #39;s no going back, grisha."
"you& #39;ve already fucked her. now do what she wants. give her something besides grief, for once." his son says, cold and hateful.
eren takes his father& #39;s hand, and rucks his mother& #39;s skirt up. he hooks their laced fingers in the band of her her underwear, and pulls them down.
eren takes his father& #39;s hand, and rucks his mother& #39;s skirt up. he hooks their laced fingers in the band of her her underwear, and pulls them down.
tears roll down his cheeks as eren& #39;s hand wraps around his skull again, and then fists tightly in his hair and guides him down, presses his face down into carla& #39;s soft, sweet smelling curls, already damp with wanting.
"make it good for her, grisha." eren says, low and dangerous
"make it good for her, grisha." eren says, low and dangerous
grisha obeys. he licks his way between her folds, quickly and gently, the way dina taught him, the only way he knows how, guilt twisting his gut as he dredges up his memories of her with his mouth on carla& #39;s cunt. carla makes a soft noise of appreciation, but eren& #39;s fist tightens
"she likes it harder," eren snaps angrily, pressing grisha& #39;s face against her, "deeper." grisha obeys, lapping at her harder and dipping his tongue into her. he hears the difference immediately, her groan deeper and breathy, her hips rocking up against his mouth.
eren& #39;s grip relaxes marginally, tightens and presses him against carla if he slows at all. carla becomes wetter, noisier, more desperate until she reaches down and gropes blindly for him with her head still tossed back against her pillow. "Grisha," she gasps.
"now suck her," eren orders, "hard." grisha obeys, wrapping his lips around her clit. carla bucks and gasps like a drowning woman. "use your fingers, two of them." eren snaps. grisha obeys, but eren makes a frustrated sound, grabs his hand, and slides his fingers in alongside his
"like this," he says, and twists their hands, crooking their fingers harder against her. carla bucks again and doesn& #39;t stop, her hips jerking as her hand fists in grisha& #39;s hair alongside eren& #39;s, holding him in place as she rides his face and hand, panting.
eren fucks carla with their fingers, setting a brutal pace that makes grisha& #39;s arm begin to burn in moments, makes carla gasp and babble and pull his hair, until finally she comes with a scream, arching off the bed and fluttering around his fingers. "better," eren says.
grisha gasps for air when eren finally pulls him away from carla& #39;s cunt, but carla paws at his shoulders, the front of his coat and pulls him in immediately, kissing him hungrily and licking the taste of herself out of his mouth. her hands find his belt, and eren chuckles quietly
until grisha grabs carla& #39;s wrists, and pulls them away. "wait," he pants, desperate, sniffing wetly because the tears haven& #39;t stopped at all. she pauses, big green eyes shining with confusion, but in his ear, barely a hair& #39;s breadth away, eren *snarls.*
"fuck her, you spineless piece of shit! you ungrateful fuck, you worthless piece of garbage--" eren& #39;s arm wraps around his chest like an iron band, and he shoves his hand into grisha& #39;s underwear with a furious growl, pulling out his half-hard cock and jerking it roughly.
"you don& #39;t deserve her," eren hisses, "but you& #39;re going to give her what she wants."
grisha sobs against carla& #39;s shoulder, clinging to her wrists, but he doesn& #39;t even have the strength to stop her shaking him off to cradle his head and stroke his hair, shushing him.
grisha sobs against carla& #39;s shoulder, clinging to her wrists, but he doesn& #39;t even have the strength to stop her shaking him off to cradle his head and stroke his hair, shushing him.
"Its alright, grisha," she whispers while eren pulls at his cock, "I& #39;m here. I love you. I won& #39;t leave you alone."
"you fucking ungrateful pig," eren spits, his other hand coming up to grab grisha by the throat, "i have to everything for you--
"you fucking ungrateful pig," eren spits, his other hand coming up to grab grisha by the throat, "i have to everything for you--
--save the world, kill the reiss family, fuck my mother like she deserves." eren& #39;s hand stops at the base of his cock and angles it, while eren& #39;s weight settles against his back and begins to press him down against carla.
"i& #39;m so sorry," he weeps. carla shushes him gently,
"i& #39;m so sorry," he weeps. carla shushes him gently,
and tilts her hips up to meet him as eren presses the tip of his cock to her entrance, and then shoves him into her up to the hilt. carla cries out in ecstasy and clutches at his shaking shoulders, while eren grabs his waist and pins their hips together, and begins to fuck her.
grisha never imagined a deeper despair than the slow slide eren had dragged him into, until he realizes eren is hard, thrusting against him and dragging him back, fucking him in and out of carla like a puppet. whatever strength he had left deserts him, and leaves him laying--
limply on top of her, supported only by the arm across his chest, gripping his throat, and the hand at his hips as eren uses him. eren fucks carla hard and fast, his hips snapping against grisha, grisha& #39;s against hers, and every thrust shoves another gasp of pleasure out of her.
she arches and writhes under him, and begins to rock up against him again, meeting each of eren& #39;s thrusts head on, making his son growl against his nape in a way that has nothing to do with anger. eren& #39;s breath is quickening, coming more harshly as he pounds grisha into carla,
and grisha squeezes his eyes shut as tightly as he can as he feels unwanted pleasure slowly building to a head in his gut. then, eren suddenly jerks his head to one side by the throat, and his eyes open as he turns to look on reflex.
carla& #39;s head is thrown back, her mouth open and spilling out a long litany of ecstasy, her eyes shut as she begs for more; and over her, eren stares hungrily, watching her with her own wide, green eyes and drinking her pleasure in with an expression like wonder.
grishas stomach turns, wrenches and twists into knots, but he can& #39;t look away. he can& #39;t tear his eyes away from the way eren& #39;s expression slowly crumbles into grief even as he changes his pace, slows and trades speed for power, slamming grisha into her and pushing her up the bed.
carla cries out even louder, clutches grisha& #39;s shoulders and sobs with pleasure. grisha watches in horror as tears well up in eren& #39;s eyes and spill down his cheeks, as he slowly leans down closer to carla.
"mom," he whispers, his voice cracking, "mom. mom."
"mom," he whispers, his voice cracking, "mom. mom."
carla comes with a scream, arching up off the bed and going taut beneath him, pinning him against eren. she flexes around his cock, and eren doesn& #39;t slow down for a moment, shoving grisha into the tight clutch of her body over and over until the ugly knot of pleasure in his gut-
finally comes undone and he spills into her with a hoarse cry of pain.
but eren doesn& #39;t stop. even as carla goes limp beneath him and falls back against the bed, panting, eren pounds into them both ruthlessly while grisha trembles violently, and carla begins to beg for mercy.
but eren doesn& #39;t stop. even as carla goes limp beneath him and falls back against the bed, panting, eren pounds into them both ruthlessly while grisha trembles violently, and carla begins to beg for mercy.
"mom, mom, mom" he whispers, faster and more desperate, and grisha can& #39;t take it anymore.
"eren, please, don& #39;t," he begs. the grief in eren& #39;s eyes is swept away by fury in an instant, his lips baring his teeth in a silent snarl as he glares at grisha only for an instant--
"eren, please, don& #39;t," he begs. the grief in eren& #39;s eyes is swept away by fury in an instant, his lips baring his teeth in a silent snarl as he glares at grisha only for an instant--
then turns back to carla, and crushes his mouth against her open, defenseless lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth and lapping at her hungrily. carla arched into grisha with a cry of pleasure that eren swallowed, and kissed him back just as desperately, tangling their tongues-
together, sloppy with eagerness and joy. eren slammed into his back and went still, rigid against him, whimpering into carla& #39;s kiss as he came against grisha& #39;s back.
the kiss lingered and slowed into a languid thing, as they pressed their lips together more softly,
the kiss lingered and slowed into a languid thing, as they pressed their lips together more softly,
licked each other more gently, sharing humid breaths.
carla broke the kiss tenderly, opening her eyes- then blinked, and opened them even wider in shock and horror, sucking in a sharp gasp- then froze.
eren& #39;s weight had vanished from his back.
carla broke the kiss tenderly, opening her eyes- then blinked, and opened them even wider in shock and horror, sucking in a sharp gasp- then froze.
eren& #39;s weight had vanished from his back.
carla stared into empty space, blinking in nervous confusion, and grisha dragged himself off of her to stumble and fall to the floor in a heap.
"oh, oh grisha, sweetheart-" she rushed to his side, still glancing nervously around the room. "...did you-? let& #39;s get you into bed."
"oh, oh grisha, sweetheart-" she rushed to his side, still glancing nervously around the room. "...did you-? let& #39;s get you into bed."
a few months later, carla comes to him, shy but glowing- her brother dark and furious beside her. they& #39;re married within the week.
when eren arrives, grisha ignores the expression that flickers across her face when he names their son.
when eren arrives, grisha ignores the expression that flickers across her face when he names their son.
Thank you for joining me this evening on the Incest Express to Hell! Please mind the gap as you disembark, and please enjoy your eternal stay with me in this deepest pit! :D
