Sex Stories: Mr. LarsBar's Nut Factory

Historia was pregnant. The news was fresh in her mind, told to her by an elite doctor. Three weeks had passed since that fateful night at the barn. Since she told Eren she wanted a baby and then went to the farmer to get fucked.

So why was she coming back here when her main objective was complete? Originally, she planned to raise the kid with the help of the farmer and to otherwise keep herself at arm's length from him. That was what her mind was telling her.

Her body, however, had other plans.

Historia had been staying at a cabin. The farmer, Evan, didn't know she was in the area. She was a queen and could slip in and out as she pleased. Telling him or gaining his permission was nothing. Tonight, she opened the front door of her porch and ordered her guards through the small crack. She said her husband would be visiting and ordered them to call him over.

Half an hour later, Evan stood at Historia's doorstep. The cabin was large and homey. Quietly, he wondered what the woman wanted from him. He had essentially just pumped and dumped inside her. Dicked her down and then pretended that it never happened. It was a little strange. He expected to be a bit more involved in things. Then again, she was queen and he had explicitly been told this was to be a secret for the time being. 

Evan arrived in the living room. There was a fireplace and a sofa and not much else. He looked around and went upstairs. He smelled a distinct aroma. He followed it thinking he would find Historia. There were four rooms upstairs. He continued to follow the smell till he was in front of the last door. It was slightly ajar; slightly open and Evan pushed himself inside.

What he saw caused his pants to tighten and his heart to squeeze.

The room was dark and lit up by candles. Standing there was Historia, wearing a crown and covered in a royal red cape. Evan didn't understand what she was about to say until she spread her arms and by extension the cape.

The blonde was always attractive and curvy in all the right ways. Short and innocent and cute but sexy? That word seemed to be just beyond her reach. But tonight, Evan could officially say that Historia was a sexy piece of ass. Everything about her from her perky nipples, the round shape of her breasts to her flared hips—she was simply sexy. She was wonderful. What truly made the jump was the soft pinkness on her cheeks and the dozens of sex toys on the insides of her cape. The pristine white fur told him that this was indeed the royal cape given to the monarch—and that Historia was currently using it to seduce him.

"I've tried," Historia said, breathing heavily. "But…nothing can replace your dick."

So many dildos. So many sex toys. 

Yet none could eclipse the farmer and his cock. He was uncontested. He was unrivalled. He was the god that gave the queen purpose. 

He didn't think long. He dropped his pants and let his cock bounce out. Already it was semi-erect and raring to go. All it needed was her touch. Historia smiled. Her strides were long and regal, and she went down on her knees. Historia took his cock in her hand, stroking it with an overflowing motion of lust. This time, something felt different. Maybe it was the fact that he was watching her every move, his eyes filled with desire. Or maybe it was the knowledge that they were about to cross a line that could never be uncrossed. Because after this, she recognized he was going to be more than a one-night fuck. The farmer was going to be her breeding mare. 

She took him into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she worked her way down his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing him mercilessly. He groaned, his grip tightening in her hair as she continued to suck on him. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue expertly flicking against his sensitive skin. The farmer felt himself getting harder by the second, his hips thrusting forward slightly as he tried to push more of himself into her mouth. 

His big, fat cock was too much and if Historia hadn't practiced in advance she would have been overwhelmed. She sucked, hardly choking, and took him until her nose pressed against his pelvis. She smelled him. She smelled cock. She was addicted. Her pupils became heart-shaped. This was where she wanted to be: on her knees, sucking dick, and relishing in the taste of pre-cum.

The farmer groaned, his breathing becoming erratic as he struggled to maintain control. This was a royal blowjob and not losing control was next to impossible. "F-fuck…!"

Historia pulled out—pop!—and ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. She followed a particular vein and then ended up swishing and flicking her tongue across his glans. Her lips parted open and she took him in again. Her head bobbed down his length, the sheer intensity and tightness of his throat making him moan.

He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she continued to work her noble technique on him. Each swirl of her tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

The farmer exploded.

The queen swallowed.

Gulp, gulp, gulp! His hands grabbed her and shoved her down his length. Swallow, swallow, swallow! Do it! 

The queen obeyed. She let him empty his balls inside her throat, the spurts of cum heating up her throat and nearly causing her to tear up. She persisted because she was the queen. Because she had to be.

"Ah…!"

The farmer slipped out, cock landing on her head in a semi-flaccid state. Historia wiped the back of her hand across her lips and glanced up at him through hooded eyes. The cock. The cock was here. Still fucking here. The hearts in her eyes couldn't be more pronounced. 

"You…" Historia inhaled sharply, a hand over her mouth as she swallowed the last of his essence. "Use me. Destroy me. Confirm my lineage."

"A-are you sure—?"

Historia wore a big smirk. "I have never been more sure in my life." She didn't tell him she was already pregnant. There was only one reason for it: because she wanted to get fucked again. She wanted to feel what she did during that night in the barn. "Finish what you failed to do last time."

Evan collected himself, sighing, and then looked down again. A crooked smile appeared. 

"Fine then. Crawl on the bed and bend over, whore."

Historia licked her lips and did as she was told. His cock hardened as she went on the bed and crawled. Walking on all fours, her ass hidden by her cape, his cock hardened. Evan got on the bed and flipped over her robe. His cock throbbed, ready to penetrate her wet pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and it made him even harder. 

"Just how long have you been waiting?" Evan asked.

Historia smirked as she looked over her shoulder. "As if that matters." This was her as queen. This was her royal confidence and what she built after rebelling against her father. She wasn't going to be defeated so easily—

"Oooh~!" 

With one swift motion, he thrust into her tight hole, causing her to cry out in pleasure and her crown to tip over. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Historia couldn't believe it. One second, she was brimming with stamina and the next the world became euphoria itself. Her legs lost all the energy it had accumulated from training and her face dropped into the pillow. Only the angle of her knees supported her rising ass, which Evan pounded into. "Ohhh~! Oh! Oh! Oh, oh, oooh~! Mmmmpppphh! Cumming! Cumming~! CUMMMIIINGGGG~!" 

Already, she was losing herself. Already, the pride of the queen was in tatters. The only part of her more ruined than her mind was her pussy. There was no way anyone else was fucking the blonde minx. 

He fucked like an animal, his cock pistoning in and out of her. There wasn't even a moment where she didn't feel his member fill up her womb. She didn't understand. She didn't care. Evan's hands gripped onto Historia's hips as he destroyed her royal cunt. The room was filled with Historia's moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. One man conquering the queen. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"How does it feel to get fucked by commoner dick!?"

Historia didn't know how to respond. She tried to pick herself up but he went harder. Harder, harder, harder, till drool was leaking. "This cooock…! Too good…!" That was all she could manage. That was all the farmer needed.

"Do you want me to cum inside!?"

He slapped her ass. CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! Historia's body trembled with each meaty spank. Her crown was nearly falling from her head. Right before another orgasm struck her, she managed to right herself and the crown. 

"W-waaaaiiit~!" 

"Why? We want children, don't we?"

The farmer wasn't becoming drunk with power. He was merely doing as his queen instructed. He was destroying her. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"Hurry up! Say it!" 

Her moans grew louder and more desperate. She could feel his heavy balls. She could feel him churning and ready to breed her. Pleasure and humiliation coursed through her veins, the conflicting emotions only intensifying the sensations. She wanted this. Yes, this was what she wanted. This was what she told Eren she wanted.

"A baby! Give me a baby!" 

"Fuck," Evan grunted, his voice laced with a mix of lust and satisfaction. "You're such a fucking slut, aren't you? You love getting fucked by me."

Historia could only manage to gasp for air as he continued to ravage her, his hips slamming against hers with an intensity that left her breathless. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, a cocktail of desire and embarrassment that fueled the intensity of their encounter. She was defeated. She was losing. She was fulfilling her promise with Eren and this was how she looked. Unsightly, delirious, and happy—! 

She tried to take control, tried to resist the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume her, but her words were lost in the symphony of his cock pounding her womb. Her world was punctuated by her own desperate cries and Evan's guttural grunts.

Fuck her. Pound her. Breed her.

"I'm cumming!"

That was Evan's job. 

His balls churned and his seed filled up her womb. Historia, having finally gained strength in her arms, was fully creampied while in doggy-style. Her eyes widening, her lips parting in a smile, and her world getting absolutely rocked. 

This must have been why Eren told her to fuck the farmer. He was godly. She, a queen allegedly chosen by the divine, was rendered helpless. Was this fate? 

"Ahhhh~!"

Historia decided she loved what fate had in store for her. Pop! The moment her pussy was freed of the giant cock, viscous globs of manly sperm erupted out. She couldn't see it but she could feel it—and she loved it. 

Spank! 

Evan yanked her robe from her and stole one of the toys attached to the inside of it. He quickly compared the size and laughed at how it was half his size. Without thinking, he shoved the purple dildo into her asshole. Historia gasped, unready yet still too overwhelmed to fully comprehend it. 

The sensation of his cock teasing her pussy and a smaller dildo filling up her ass…

"The night is only beginning," Evan said.

He was not wrong. 

…

…

…

The night went by. The guards outside listened with blushes and erections. The Queen of the Walls…an ironic name given how much of a screamer she was. Not even Wall Maria could hold back her moans. 

The sun rose. The heavy scent of sex roamed the house. The kitchen, the living room, even the fireplace, nothing was left alone. Echoes of flesh clapping against flesh lingered. Thick droplets of manly cum and wet juices of pussy stained the floors. 

The farmer was in the queen's chambers, asleep. He was a blonde, young and virile and with a nice, hot body. His abs were honed from years of work at the farm. He was perfect, essentially, and the queen knew it. She worshiped it. 

"Mmm…" Evan stirred, eyes open. His balls felt fucking empty. The queen was such a fucking whore. He was sure ten men wouldn't be able to satisfy her. He blinked, however, as he felt his balls tighten. 

A grey blanket was spread over his body. Strangely, there was a small lump from the nether regions—and not the type to be created by his cock. He knew his girth, his dick wasn't this stupidly wide. This was…

He picked the blanket over. A golden crown flashed him. "Historia..?" 

There she was: the Queen of the Walls sucking on his dick desperately. His cream had stained her cheeks. Her hands were at the base of his cock while her mouth swallowed the top half. Twelve inches. A foot-long cock. She was addicted. She was trying to devour it. Please it. Bless it.

All the while wearing her crown. 

As soon as the sliver of light hit her, Historia wasted no time and pulled back. Evan held back a gasp. She expertly used her tongue to tease and torment his sensitive tip. Her eyes never left his as she continued to suck him deeper and deeper, taking him past the point of no return. 

He didn't last long but that was the point. She had been sucking him off for nearly twenty minutes. When his cock throbbed hard enough to ensure an orgasm, she pulled back and let him cum all over her face. Meanwhile, the queen slobbered on his balls and had drained him of everything.

Everything. 

The seed of the farmer was thoroughly examined and emptied that day. Her stuffed up pussy was evidence of that.

***

Sitting atop her throne in the grand hall of the royal palace, Historia Reiss exuded an aura of regal authority, her posture straight and her expression composed. Dressed in elegant regal attire befitting her position as queen, she wore a gown of deep crimson adorned with intricate gold embroidery. 

She listened intently to the report being delivered by her trusted advisor, Historia's piercing blue eyes remained fixed on the speaker.

"...and that concludes the latest update on the situation in the southern districts, Your Majesty," the advisor concluded, bowing respectfully before stepping back to allow Historia to respond.

Historia nodded thoughtfully. 'I'm horny.' 

"Your thoughts?" the advisor asked. 

'I'm horny, I'm horny, I'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhorny—!' 

"Thank you for your report," Historia said, her voice steady and authoritative. "Continue to monitor the situation closely."

She was prepared to dismiss the advisor but realized she couldn't live like this. Another two weeks had passed and fuuuuck! She couldn't resist. Every night, she masturbated. Every night, she was plagued with dreams of a big cock. 

"One last thing," Queen Historia said, "I want you to bring me Mikasa. I need something from her."

The advisor's eyes widened in surprise at Queen Historia's request, but he quickly composed himself and nodded in acknowledgment. "Of course, Your Majesty. I will see to it immediately."

With a bow, the advisor turned on his heel and hurried out of the grand hall, his footsteps echoing against the marble floors. Half an hour later, the Ackerman arrived in her scout uniform, her hair short, and her posture respectful.

"Your Majesty," Mikasa greeted respectfully, bowing her head in deference.

Queen Historia inclined her head in acknowledgment before speaking. "Mikasa, I have a favor to ask of you. I want a new scout uniform."

Mikasa blinked in surprise, but she quickly understood the queen's request. "Yes, Your Highness."

No questions. That was how Mikasa was. Loyal to a fault. Hopefully, someday, the warrior lady would give that loyalty over to someone other than Eren. Historia wasn't aware of the finer details but if the Rumbling occurred, then there was a chance that Eren would die. Historia pursed her lips. 

'Someday, I hope she moves on. She's too good for Eren,' Historia thought.