"I love you too." She smiled, and more tears streamed down her face.
Her inner walls stopped squeezing him so much, and he finally was able to move. Eren pulled out and made one trial thrust. Then the second one. And then started moving faster. She whimpered and he felt a sudden urge to kiss her again. How many times have they kissed already that evening? Eren lowered himself, still moving inside her and attacked her lips. Historia's hands ran through his hair, ruffling it.
She felt much better, the pain was getting away, replaced by pure pleasure. Eren moved to her jaw and neck, where he started sucking, intending to leave a kiss mark. Historia gasped at the sensation, and for a moment a thought crossed her mind. How would she hide it the next day on the Grand Feast?
And then, all of a sudden, Eren froze.
Before his eyes, he saw her. Frieda Reiss was sitting in front of the mirror, brushing her hair, and she also froze as if seeing him. He saw a flash of this memory some years ago, and now it was again before his eyes.
"Eren." Frieda spoke. "Is that your name? I saw it in your future memories." Eren didn't know what to answer, and she continued. "You must save Historia, Eren, I beg you! Don't let her become a shifter and sacrifice her children! This cycle of hatred and war will not be destroyed if Historia sacrifices her life and freedom! You must do everything to protect her from this fate! Even become the worst enemy of humanity! Even kill hundreds of people! That will be hard, but you must do this! Protect her! At all costs!"
The vision vanished before he could even reply, and he found himself staring down at worried Historia.
"Eren, what happened? You froze for some moments, and didn't answer... have you seen a memory?"
He didn't answer. He couldn't tell her what he saw.
"Just... a very intense one." He finally mumbled.
Historia caressed his cheek, and Eren leaned into her touch. "You are shaking."