Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Same Old Tired Story ❯ Slave X Sword ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: They say disclaimers written like this are an insult to the intelligence of the reader. But c'mon man, you, I and everybody else knows that these things are an insult to the intelligence of everyone. But I digress, Neon Genesis Evangelion IS NOT mine, and even if it was, do you think I'd be making porn of it? Well…maybe…actually yes I would but that's not the point right now! Eva is property of Studio GAINAX and Hideaki Anno.

 

Sex Warning: Does this one have it! Plot? Meaning? Message? C'mon man, do you people watch porn in order to be moved? If you're under the age of 18 then I warned you not to, but you're still going to read because you're desperate for wanking material.

 

Wankers.

 

 

[New Beginning Good News just doesn't roll off the tongue as well as it should.]

 

 

Slave X Sword

 

 

Shinji Ikari didn't like the fact that he nearly died in the cockpit of a multi-story giant robot. No, he didn't like that, or the fact that he had been ordered by his Father to make the journey from his former guardian's home to Tokyo-3 solely to pilot it. He also didn't like that when he had refused to pilot his Father had threatened to force that clearly injured girl in his place—effectively coercing him into it

 

Why was he in Tokyo-3, piloting a giant robot against monsters? Where the Hell did these monsters come from? How the Hell did his Father build a giant robot, and why did he need to pilot it?

 

While he was sure those questions would be answered in due time, the biggest question he had was what was he getting out of this? His Father's approval? He didn't even come by to see him after he recovered from the battle. Was he in it to protect the world? Possibly, they did drive that point home again and again that he was the only thing left between mankind and destruction. Did he do it for the pretty blue-haired girl? Yes, but he couldn't possibly let someone in her condition go out. But that was it. Beyond the strange girl, what else was he getting for him putting his neck out on the line? What was he getting paid?

 

Paid.

 

Shinji blinked several times, as he lay on his bed gazing at an unfamiliar ceiling. “Am I even getting paid?” He asked aloud, to the darkness in his room.

 

Rolling onto his side, Shinji looked out the small window of his room and at the moon in the sky. No amount of money would get him back in that cockpit, so why would he be concerned about being paid? He couldn't pilot that deathtrap again, not even for that injured girl…well…maybe for her—no, it wouldn't happen again. Even his Father putting a gun to his head would make him pilot.

 

An epiphany suddenly sparked in his head. NERV needed that Evangelion, they needed him to pilot and there was no one else. In short, he could have just about anything he wanted no matter how steep the price. But even if he could probably have everything in the world at this point they were just meaningless material possessions, he didn't want something so fleeting. That could never make up for what he had to go through, or what he'd have to go through again.

 

He thought of Misato, closing his eyes as he recalled the beautiful woman with the faintest of smiles. In the span of a second, he knew exactly what he wanted.

 

 

The next morning, Misato looked down from her beer at the breakfast spread Shinji had prepared for her, still surprised by the effort he had put into it, a full honest-to-goodness breakfast with all the necessary fixings? She couldn't remember the last time she had that without going out to eat in the morning. More than that the kitchen, the adjacent living room, even the bathroom was all clean! Shinji had gotten up very early it seemed.

 

“I wonder what he wants.” She thought cynically as her gaze traveled from her immediate surroundings over to Shinji, who was eating some buttered toast. School wasn't going to start for him for a few days, so he was comfortably dressed in a t-shirt and shorts—not unlike herself.

 

Looking up from his own food, Shinji blinked curiously at Misato. “I-is something wrong, Misato-san?”

 

“Nothing,” His guardian answers, “I'm just surprised that you already did all of this. I mean…sure they were your chores but I didn't expect you to get them done so fast.”

 

“Oh…I just wanted to get them out of the way, so I could rest for the day,” He didn't mind cleaning the apartment, it gave him something to do and he enjoyed the sight of the clean room after the mess it had been in prior—especially after it had taken as much work as Misato's apartment. “I still need to do your laundry, though.”

 

“Oh, don't worry about that I can wash my own clothes.” Misato smiled. “I don't know what you might do with my underwear, Shin~ji.”

 

A blush grew across Shinji's face as he looked down and away, and Misato laughed. He was so cute when he got flustered, she could tease him for days and not get bored.

 

Coughing, Shinji quickly tried to solidify his resolve. He had underestimated how disarming Misato was, after all she was a rather nice woman who had welcomed him into her house despite his own insistence that he'd be fine on his own (he made a note to overlook that he knew she did it for her own benefit more than his). More than that, she was beautiful—no matter how he sliced it, he could not really deny that fact—although the way she lived helped him resist those charms.

 

“Oh relax, I'm just teasing, Shinji!” Misato said with a lighthearted smile before returning to her beer.

 

“Okay,” Shinji let out a sigh of relief, he didn't become a babbling mess or lose too much of his composure. Taking in a deep breath, he reminded himself to not run away before looking pointedly at Misato.

 

“Misato,” He said, doing his best to catch eye contact with her.

 

He succeeded, but he sorely underestimated the power a woman's intuition. In less than a millisecond, Misato was poised for the offensive. “So, what do you want Shinji?”

 

Shinji faltered, but held his position and her gaze. “Misato, I want to be properly recompensed for my duties as an Eva Pilot.”

 

“You're going to be paid for it, don't worry.” She responded with a half-smile that was slowly beginning to shrink.

 

“I don't want money.”

 

It vanished completely. “Huh?”

 

“Misato-san,” he began calmly, “I hated piloting that thing.”

 

“Well the Eva needs a pilot, and while I don't like it anymore than you do that's it. We're in a war right now, and all of humanity lies in the balance.”

 

“Don't back down.” Shinji willed to himself, despite the honest truth of Misato's words. “Then I deserve more than a paycheck, don't you think? I can't expect to do this and still be treated like I was…”

 

“Like what?”

 

“It felt like my feelings didn't really matter to anyone.” He looked down at his hands, and clenched them into fists. “When my Father told me to pilot the Eva that was it, the only reason he brought me here was to pilot that thing, nothing else, and when I refused he almost made that poor girl…”

 

He opened his hands. “I was forced to pilot it.”

 

“If you didn't pilot, we all would've died.”

 

“But that doesn't change the fact that I was brought here for nothing other than to pilot it! I refuse to do it again under any circumstance if you try to coerce me!”

 

“So do you actually have any demands outside of not wanting to be coerced?”

 

“No, that's my only one.” Shinji answered. “You have to offer me something I might want, that's how it works Misato-san.”

 

Shinji making labor demands was something she had not anticipated. It couldn't leave this house, not so much for her sake but for Shinji's—the Commander had no tolerance for insubordination from anyone—she had to cut him a deal here, even if he was being a selfish little bastard.

 

“Alright, are you sure you don't want money? I could easily pull some strings down with my friends handling the payroll and get your check bounced up to a higher pay-grade. With that, you'd be paid enough a year to buy this entire apartment complex.” She offered.

 

“No.” He replied.

 

“At least he's not greedy…” Misato thought sardonically. “I can arrange for you to go to a better school, with lots of extra-curricular activities. If there's anything you want to pursue, a hobby or a past-time, I'll arrange for it.”

 

“No.”

 

“Damn it…what does he want!?”

 

“Do you want a bigger place to stay? A car? I can arrange for a Section Two agent to be your driver, Hell I'll make sure it's a hot babe if you want.”

 

“No.”

 

“Would you prefer a hot guy?”

 

“No!”

 

Misato slammed her hand down on the table, rattling the dishes. “What the Hell do you want?”

 

“I want something that will give me a reason to want to pilot that thing! More than threats, more than coercion or bribes, more than this world that's already not worth saving!”

 

Eyes flying wide, Misato gaped at Shinji. “Don't ever say that this world is not worth saving! You sniveling, selfish little punk, this world and everything that survived the Second Impact is more precious than anything else! I'm not going to let it all burn because of an upset Prima Donna who'd rather think of himself than what lies in the balance here!”

 

His hands resting on the floor to support himself, he steadied his breath as he turned his head to the side. “For the sacrifices I have to make I'm being treated pretty badly.”

 

“Stop acting like you're the only one.” Misato snapped at him, she wanted to hit him for that. “If you want to make unreasonable demands then you can take them up with your bastard Father and trust me he won't even give two shits about them. We're all fighting this war. This isn't just your fight!”

 

“But I'm the only one who has to get into that thing!”

 

“Get the Hell off your cross! Do you think it's that easy for us that we have to send a kid to fight?!”

 

“You didn't seem to have any problem with it before.”

 

Shinji looked at her directly, his teeth setting. Misato shook with rage, the little bastard! If she could she'd destroy the Angels herself, she'd march to Heaven's Gate and smite God for what they did to her and her world. There was no way this kid could know her pain, or appreciate her dedication to this war or her hatred of the Angels. The sorest thing about the Evangelions to her was that she was by no means capable of piloting it.

 

“I've offered you things anyone else in your situation would jump to have and you said no, for fucks sake I brought you into my home, and anyone else would kill to be in your shoes for that privilege!” She roared angrily at him. “What do you want, Shinji Ikari? You don't want money, material things, or even knowing that you're doing actual good, then what!? What more is there? Love? Sex? If I fucked you—if I became your fucking sex slave to do as you pleased with—would you pilot the Eva?”

 

Without hesitating for a second, he attacked. “Yes.”

 

It was as though Shinji had gotten up and slugged her right in the stomach. Immediately a storm of thoughts raced through Misato's head, she had no idea if he was being serious or not. She hadn't for a second expected that—but here he was, sitting across from her and staring her down as though his balls were made of iron.

 

If it was a bluff then bravo Shinji Ikari, she thought. Contrary to rumors, Misato wasn't a raging slut who had sex whenever the opportunity presented itself—she wasn't Ritsuko. Yes, she had her fair shares of one-night stands, but those were often in the hope of finding something more beyond that, and never really turned out. Her only true lustful encounter had been in an empty office room with Hyuga during a Christmas party, and he was too sweet a guy to burden with her psychoses. More to the point, she considered her body as sacred as any woman did, and would not consider use it even as a bargaining tool.

 

…At least until this moment.

 

“You can't be serious.” She croaked in rage and disbelief.

 

This was well beyond the point of no return, he couldn't just backtrack now, he had to keep moving forward—Misato was reeling, it was working. How he managed to be calm through this he had no idea.

 

“Yes I am Misato. That is the only thing that will keep me piloting Eva—I want you to be my sex slave. If you can't give me that, then I'll make sure, one way or another I cannot pilot the Eva at all.”

 

Misato's shoulders fell. Fists and jaw clenching, she took a loud breath through her teeth while her purple bangs fell over her eyes—hiding them from him.

 

“Okay.”

 

He was surprised by Misato's sudden answer. “What?”

 

“I said okay, I'll be your sex slave.”

 

Disbelief washed over him, this was far too easy.

 

“You don't get it, Shinji.” She said in a calm, steady voice as she looked back up at him. “I hate the Angels, and I will do anything to destroy them. I can't pilot the Eva, but you can, you're the only one who can do this. Ayanami is too injured and our only other active pilot is still being trained on the other side of the world. Finding other children would take too long and the next attack could occur tomorrow or in the next five minutes—we need you, Shinji, there is no one else.”

 

Misato walked around the table and took him by the shoulders before settling down. Staring up at her, Shinji froze when she sat on his lap, straddling his hips as she stared back down at him.

 

“Shinji,” she said, “I don't know about what your Father thinks nor do I care—he's not a soldier like me—but you are an asset right now we can't afford to lose. If it means that it will keep you piloting the Evangelion and killing the Angels without complaint then I will let you have my body. I will be yours to do with as you please.”

 

She ground herself against his groin, emphasizing her words. As she expected, she felt the hardness of his awakening erection press against her through the thin material of their shorts. A wave of disgust washed over her when she realized that it wasn't a bluff, this was his intent all along, but she forced it all down. No, what she felt didn't matter right now, only what had to be done.

 

“…I'll let you fuck me, own me like a dog, just as long as you fight and kill them. I need you to win this war for me Shinji.”

 

She kissed him. As she ground her hips against his she coaxed the stunned pilot's lips open and delved into his mouth, tasting the innocence of his first kiss. This was wrong, there were so many things wrong with what she was doing with a pilot, with a child, but unlike him she was willing to make any sacrifice in order to kill her enemies.

 

That's War.

 

The kiss lingered on for almost a minute, Shinji remaining frozen as the woman on his lap ground against him. When she pulled away, his cheeks were red and his eyes were wide.

 

“Is this what you want?” She whispered to him as she slid off his lap, coming to rest on her hands and knees with her head at his crotch. Pulling down his shorts a little, she kissed him below his navel, causing him to shudder. “Is this all that takes to have you to fight for me?”

 

Shinji was paralyzed by her contact, amazed by how good it felt to be held and touched like this. He could barely begin to formulate an answer when Misato grabbed Shinji's shorts and pulled them down, releasing his cock from confinement. For his age, he was large but not grotesquely hung, it was big enough for her and when she got her hand around it he let out a sudden, loud gasp. She held him firmly and could feel her own arousal begin to dampen the folds of her sex—circumstances aside it had been a long time for Misato since she had been intimate like this.

 

The sensation sent a shudder through Shinji's body, and he could only stare as she began pumping her fist up and down his length—stroking his cock skillfully. Looking up at him she leaned forward, her mouth coming closer to the flushed head. “Answer me Shinji, is this all?”

 

Before he could answer, he was overcome by the pleasurable feeling of Misato's lips closing around him. She lavished the head of his cock with her tongue, swirling around it and rasping it against his urethra—tasting the first drops of precum as Shinji slumped onto his back. Misato slowly began bobbing her head, dragging her perfect lips up and down his shaft.

 

“It feels so good,” he thought, his eyes falling closed. Almost as soon as he did, he felt Misato release him from her lips.

 

“Look at me, Shinji.” She asked him in a low voice. “Don't close your eyes, look at me damn it.”

 

Shinji complied, looking down at her as she resumed, taking him even deeper into her mouth. He watched her in awe, her violet hair bouncing up and down in his lap as she sped her fellatio, working her serpent like tongue around his shaft while rubbing it against the smooth insides of her cheeks. His toes curled inside his house slippers, it felt too good for him to take.

 

“M…Misato…” He gasped, his voice coming out in a high pitch as he felt the pleasurable tension caused by her oral ministrations build to the limit. “Ah…!”

 

Her free hand cupped his testicles, fondling and massaging them carefully between her fingers. Sardonically she noted that he had large ones, it certainly explained how he got the nerve to even get her to do this. Glancing up at him as he called out her name again, she pushed forward, deep-throating him with ease as she danced a finger along his perineum, causing him to let out more gasps from the tickling sensation.

 

“…G-good…” He grunted, and malice shone briefly in the woman's eyes.

 

Misato drew back, cradling the head of his cock between her lips, and met her gaze with his—before she ruthlessly shoved a finger deep into his ass. To her surprise however, Shinji screamed in ecstasy as the sudden intrusion ignited a powerful orgasm. He shoved his hips off the floor and arched his back, his hands balling into fists, as he unleashed a monumental torrent of cum into her waiting mouth. The volume caught her completely by surprise, but she managed to gulp down every salvo while still viciously finger-fucking him.

 

“There's so much…” Misato thought in a haze as she looked up at the boy, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he gasped for breath. Lazily swirling her tongue around his flagging tool, she pulled away and released Shinji from her hungry mouth but kept her finger inside of him, pushing and rubbing gently against his prostate.

 

“Uh! W-wow…” Shinji gasped as Misato milked him—a small gout of his cum erupting and hitting her on the cheek. “M-Misato…”

 

As she saw the naïve wonder on his face, the complete awe in what he had just felt, a new thought came to the woman's head. “He looks happy.”

 

It had occurred to her, that since Shinji moved in she had never really seen him really smile or even try to pretend to be in some sort of good mood. That wasn't to say he looked like a mope, there was just a pervasive sadness about him that was present even when she first saw a picture of him. As she looked down from his face to his already twitching member, another thought occurred to her. This wasn't what he wanted either, but it was as close as he could get to what he really desired.

 

“My God, are you that starved for affection?” She wondered as a pang of sympathy struck her. Leaning forward she began lavishing his cock with licks and kisses, cleaning off her excess drool and the semen that dribbled from him with her prostate massage.

 

“Not for NERV, not for humanity, not for anyone else…” She said between gentle swipes of her tongue as she pulled her finger from him. “Shinji I will do whatever you want of me as long as you will pilot the Eva, be my sword to kill those monsters.”

 

“Will you?” He asked in a soft voice. “You won't just try to leave? Or go back on your word? You'll be my slave for as long as I fight the Angels?”

 

It was painfully obvious to her now. Here was a boy who needed something that really couldn't be bought or bargained for.

 

“Yes,” She answered before sucking briefly on the tip again, “I will.”

 

“Misato,” He said after only a short silence, “Be my slave, and I will be your sword.”

 

It was all she needed to hear. Misato sat up and pushed down her own shorts then tossed them aside. She wore no panties, her wet, shaven sex was completely exposed to Shinji's eyes, and she made no effort to hide from him. Leaning back against the table, she spreads her legs open and her pussy lips with two fingers, showing off her pink, glistening flesh.

 

“Then this belongs to you, and no one else, Shinji. This, all of me…I'm yours.” She said to him, her voice now dripping with want.

 

Shinji's cock jumped and pulsed with her words. Looking from his manhood to Misato, he nodded before issuing his first command as her Master.

 

“Misato come here, I want to have sex with you.”

 

Misato obeyed, pushing Shinji down completely onto his back as she crawled over him. She reached beneath her to take him in hand and lowered herself onto him, impaling herself in a single unhesitant motion. His cock, the first she felt in months, slid deeply inside of her and she couldn't help her groan as her tight pussy stretched around him.

 

Shinji panted deeply, dizzily enjoying her warm, wet sheath as it squeezed and hugged his cock with every slight flex of her inner muscles. His hands moved of their own accord grabbing Misato's shoulders and pulling her down, her large breasts pressing against his chest.

 

“Shit that feels good.” She spoke in almost a whisper. “It's been too long since I had a cock in me.”

 

She began moving her hips back and forth, sliding herself up and down his length. Shinji could not help his moans, the intense heat and wetness gripping him from all sides was incredible. If he had not already climaxed a moment earlier, he would have right then.

 

“Misato…” He gasped softly as her lips fell onto his neck, kissing all over between his collarbone and lower jaw. She rested her head on his shoulder again, working her hips with sensual rotations that stirred his cock inside of her. Like him, she was panting audibly but hers were louder and slower—in tune with his cock slipping in and out of her steaming hole.

 

“…Hhhn…” Misato moaned when he pushed his hips up off the floor, the tip of his cock meeting resistance from her cervix. She shuddered, the boy felt even bigger than she thought previously, and nuzzled the side of his head. “You're so deep inside…”

 

Shinji could not reply to her, his senses completely overwhelmed. He was surrounded on almost all sides by Misato's warmth, her scent, and her soft, over-ripened body. Hugging her tighter, he wanted nothing more than to smother himself in the wonderful sensation. He pushed himself up again, unintentionally grinding the base of his cock against her clit while pressing against the entrance to her womb again.

 

Tensing, Misato pushed herself down against him, grunting softly into his ear. “Move with me like that, Shinji…” She threw her head back and moaned when he complied, and began to bounce in his lap, her soft gasps growing louder as she drove herself faster towards climax.

 

Shinji was already almost there, it was already almost too much for him to take, and when Misato began driving herself on him like a jackhammer he reached his limit. Letting out a series of loud yells he climaxed, erupting deep inside of Misato, filling her with his cum. When she felt him flood her inner depths, Misato let out a deep croon and kissed him, it felt good to have a man shoot his load inside her.

 

She rolled onto her side, pulling him over with her, wrapped her arms possessively around Shinji while her legs tangled with his, and just laid there. They could only hear each others' labored breathing in the otherwise silent apartment, and it wasn't for a few minutes before Shinji moved, burying his face in Misato's chest. He let out a long, contented sigh as the release of endorphins from his climax wrapped warmly around his body like Misato was. She rested her chin on the top of his head, savoring their intimate contact.

 

“With the right teacher…I bet he could be a real stud in the sack.” She mused in daze before she could realize what she was thinking.

 

“Misato,” he whispered, not bothering to look up.

 

She looked down at him. “What?”

 

“When the next Angel comes, I'll kill it. I'll kill it and every Angel after that, piloting Eva is worth this, every second of it.”

 

After a few moments of silence, Misato smiled and ran her fingers through Shinji's hair. “I'm glad you approve, Shinji-sama.”

 

Blushing, Shinji just nuzzled Misato's chest again—completely content with being able to hold and cuddle her like this. He could already feel himself hardening again inside of her, the tip of his cock felt almost painfully sensitive, but this discomfort was far from whatever the Evangelion could do to him.

 

Turning his head up to her, he pulled Misato down and kissed her. Clumsy yes, but it was the affection that counted and she could feel it running off him in waves. She finally stopped him from knocking his teeth against hers and softened the kiss, before pulling away and standing up.

 

“Huh?” Shinji blinked in confusion before Misato took him by the hand and pulled him onto his feet as well.

 

Misato only smiled. “Come with me, Shinji-sama.”

 

Her hand gripping his, she turned and led Shinji down the hall to her room and pulled him inside. Closing the door to keep Pen-Pen out in the event he came looking for them, she gave the Third a smoldering gaze before pulling off her T-shirt and tossing it onto the pile of clothes next to her reasonably clean futon, rendering her completely nude.

 

If she was concerned about him seeing the scar she needn't worry, when Shinji laid eyes on her entirety he gasped in awe. She was absolutely perfect! Her shortcomings, the driving, the drinking, the poor housekeeping, everything fell to the wayside when he saw just how truly stunning this woman was.

 

“You're so beautiful.” He murmured to her, his voice cracked with passion.

 

Misato felt a full-body blush develop at just those words. The sheer sincerity and adoration in his voice moved her in ways she had only felt once before. She thought she'd never feel that again, but here she was, on the verge of tears because of a few honest words.

 

“S-Shinji-sama…”

 

She removed his shirt, leaving him completely naked as well, and laid down on the futon with her legs wantonly spread for him. He could only stare, this image of perfection spread open and ready to receive him once more. Her skin was painted with a gentle blush from nearly head to toe, her wild hair was matted by sweat and fanned out around her head like a violet halo, her breasts—capped with nipples that stood proudly erect—rose and fell with her heavy breathing, and her flushed lower lips were spread open—a thin trail of white dribbling from her opening and pooling beneath her.

 

His mind effectively shut down when he saw the come hither look in her eyes, and he all but dove onto the futon, crawling over Misato and lying down on top of her. They kissed enthusiastically, as his hands groped and squeezed her breasts.

 

“Mmm…” She moaned against his lips when he squeezed her breasts roughly. “Don't be…mmm…too rough with them.”

 

Shinji withdrew from the kiss and continued to experimentally molest his guardian-turned-slave's impressive bosom with greater care. When he leaned down and kissed her left breast, she let out an encouraging sigh and he ran from there, raining kisses and licks all over both breasts. After several moments, he finally latched onto a nipple, suckling like a babe to Misato's delight.

 

“God, Shinji…” Misato hissed, taking his hand and bringing it up to her neglected nipple. He followed her guidance, rolling and pinching the hardened nub between his fingertips. “Just like that…please use your teeth too…hn!”

 

He listened intently to her instructions and followed them, his gentle nibbles eliciting sharper gasps from her. When he pinched her other nipple, she arched her back and let out a long groan.

 

“She's just so…so sexy!” He thought wildly as he left her nipples and kissed the valley of her breasts, not once pausing when he brushed his lips over the dead flesh of her scar. She squirmed beneath him and gasped happily in response, sending a thrill through him. “She really likes what I'm doing to her…”

 

Shinji just couldn't help himself any longer. Sitting up he clumsily reached down and lined himself up against Misato, pressing desperately (and incorrectly) twice before he finally found her opening and slipped inside.

 

“Oh!” They gasped together when their hips joined again. Misato pulled her arms around Shinji, and looked up at him tenderly.

 

“Misato-chan…” Shinji murmured softly as she pushed up against him, coaxing him to move. His own grip on her tightening, he began to piston into her, drawing out a soft moan.

 

“Mmm…Shinji…” She breathed back to him as she moved her hips beneath him, pushing herself up against him as he pushed down into her. Licking her lips, she pulled him down into another kiss. “…Ahh…”

 

Their lips parted and came together again with their mutual thrusts, the light smacking sounds joined with a small cacophony of moans and grunts. Shinji's lips left hers and brushed against her neck before he sucked on her jugular, all but swooning when she answered with a louder moan.

 

“Ooh, that's nice.” She whispered to him between pants. A sharper gasp escaped her lips a moment later, when he moved lower and recaptured her nipple to pull on it lightly between his teeth, the sudden jolt of pleasure making her back arch.

 

Mesmerized by her reactions to his every touch and movements, Shinji only became bolder, actively nibbling on the swollen teat and applying even more pressure as he sped his thrusts. She answered in kind, letting out a long, throaty moan while pushing herself harder back against him.

 

“…Shinji…!” She cried out as her legs came around his waist, pulling him in deeper. “Unh…h-harder!”

 

Leaving her breasts and pushing himself up on his hands he obliged her, throwing more of his weight into his movements. The loud shout she let out almost frightened him, but when her inner walls suddenly tightened around him and her legs squeezed his hips, he smiled and kept going—slamming hard and deep into Misato's quivering sex.

 

Misato's hands flew up to his shoulders and held on tightly. She was getting closer to the edge now, the tension growing in her loins was spreading outward with every rough mating of their hips, surging throughout her body and growing hotter.

 

“Haa! Haa! Haa!” She closed her eyes when Shinji suddenly slid his arms beneath the back of her head and rested it next to hers, and let out another much louder wail when he began rapid-fire thrusting into her. “G-go…keep going Shinji…you're gonna make me…oh…!”

 

“M-Misato-chan…I can't…haa…!” He gasped back, he was close himself.

 

Misato's eyes shot open, not when she was so close! “J-just don't stop! Please! Please!”

 

She didn't need to say anymore, as soon as she got those words out Shinji bit down on her shoulder in a desperate bid to keep from losing it. The jab of pain was all it took, spicing her intense arousal and setting off a powerful climax. Arching her back off the bed, Misato let out a high-pitched wail as she clamped down on Shinji inside and out, her entire body working in concert to pull his cock as deeply into her as possible.

 

“H-haa!” Shinji screamed himself when his slave tightened around him. Barely able to move just from the grip of her wet sheath alone, he shoved himself deeply into her clenching heat and continued to scream as he fired his third load of cum into her in four large salvos.

 

Like a chain reaction, Misato let out another scream when the heat of his seed against her womb set off a second, equally intense orgasm. As he settled into her, his body growing limp from his effort, her ghastly cry tapered into a deep, satisfied moan as she too collapsed onto the futon with her arms around his waist and her legs all but coiled around his.

 

There was another, long silence. The much smaller bedroom's atmosphere was now thick with the afterglow of their sex, permeating their senses as they allowed their minds to turn over what they had done while listening to each other's labored breathing even out. Then after nearly a half an hour, without a word, Shinji pushed into her again, drawing another moan from her.

 

They had sex again, much slower at first, but in time worked into frenzy, Misato returning the bite Shinji gave her in their earlier throes of passion.

 

Then they did it again, with Misato resting her head on her arms as she raised her hips up to allow him to plunge deeper and deeper into her from behind.

 

They returned to the sitting room, and fucked there.

 

They fucked in Shinji's room until the weak, twin-size broke under their rutting.

 

In the kitchen, Misato bumped her head against the faucet and cut herself when he made her climax twice over again.

 

In the shower, their wails mixed beneath the pelting hot water as Shinji shot a load into Misato's ass, taking what little virginity remained of the woman.

 

The day passed without their notice, even PenPen's complaints were answered with a thoughtless toss of frozen kipper before Shinji took Misato roughly against the fridge. Exhausted, they laid beneath a single square of moonlight in Misato's room, the entire day wasted in lieu of their carnal pursuits. Neither cared at all however, they were completely content with each other's nearness.

 

“Mmm…Master…” Misato moaned as she nuzzled his face. Between them, they lay connected through interlaced fingers, her thumb stroking his palm.

 

Shinji returned the gesture, never feeling more elated or at ease in his entire life than right now. He was tired, sore, and ached all over, but he was happy.

 

“All I have to do is kill Angels…and this is my life from now on…” He thought in his daze. “I can do that…”

 

Staring at his content face through half-lidded eyes, Misato was happy herself. He looked so peaceful and carefree, like it was meant for him all along but the harsh cruelty of his life stole it. Smiling, she brought her lips to his ear and whispered some words that made him weep tears of joy as he fell asleep.

 

“I love when you smile, Shinji.”

 

 

Epilogue/Omake

 

 

The battle's outcome was unexpected, not even the MAGI had anticipated this outcome. Inside the Central Dogma the technicians monitoring the battle were dumbstruck, and Dr. Akagi herself was in utter awe.

 

Even atop his imposing throne, Gendo Ikari found himself knowing fear. Next to him, Fuyutsuki inwardly asked “Where's your theme song now, bitch?” with a smug expression.

 

Outside, in front of a Shrine/Evacuation Shelter, Kensuke Aida and Toji Suzuhara were equally frozen in parts fear and awe.

 

In its dying moments, the Angel Shamshel too probably wondered what had happened as the purple behemoth emerged from its cage and rushed it, ripping its body asunder without even the slightest regard to any sort of attack or defense. The entirety of the sortie had lasted eight seconds from arrival to surface to cessation of the Blue Pattern.

 

“Un…unreal…” The Doctor finally gasped, as cheers finally replaced the pregnant silence of the bridge. “The Angel couldn't even react…but how…?”

 

Maya, as Hyuga and Aoba shared high-fives and shouted congratulations to undamaged Eva and pilot, could not provide an answer to her sempai and merely shook her head. “Whatever it is…it's amazing.”

 

Within the Eva, his arms crossed, Shinji stared down at the single window showing the interior of the bridge. Despite the cheering and accolades, the only thing that had his attention was the violet haired woman standing next to the perplexed Doctor, staring back up at the image of the Eva.

 

Smiling, he placed a hand on the image, his fingers running along Misato's face, and spoke.

 

“I am Shinji…Shinji Ikari…I am the Sword of Misato Katsuragi!”

 

As though feeding upon his gallant announcement, Unit-01 threw its head back and let out a triumphant roar.