The lamp cast a warm, honeyed glow across the small, familiar room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air and the gentle rise and fall of Carla Yeager's chest. Outside, the distant murmur of Shiganshina beyond the Inner Wall was a muted hum, a constant reminder of the world and its dangers, but here, within the comforting embrace of their home, only peace resided. Carla sat on the worn armchair, a mending basket in her lap, her skilled fingers deftly weaving thread through a tear in Eren’s tunic. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, a soft, almost imperceptible frown, but her eyes, when they occasionally lifted, held a boundless well of tenderness that melted any semblance of worry.

He watched her from the doorway, his own heart swelling with an adoration that had only deepened with the years. This was his Carla, the anchor of his life, the heart of their family. And tonight, he felt a longing for her that transcended the everyday. Her presence was a balm, her very being a testament to strength and beauty. Even now, with her belly subtly rounded, a precious secret growing within, her allure was more potent than ever. The gentle curve of her spine, the way her dress stretched ever so slightly over her generous bust – her `big tits` seeming even fuller and heavier with the blessings of impending motherhood – drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. She truly was the most exquisite `milf` he could ever have dreamed of, her maturity only adding layers of profound sensuality.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she stretched, arching her back, her movements fluid and graceful despite her state. The fabric of her simple dress tightened momentarily across her breasts, emphasizing their lush fullness, and he felt a primal thrum awaken deep within him. Her hair, the color of rich earth, was tied back loosely, a few strands escaping to frame her serene face. He loved the little details about her, the faint scent of flour and sun-dried linens that always clung to her, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled. But tonight, it was more than just appreciation; it was a hungry, insistent yearning.

He stepped into the room, his footsteps barely audible on the wooden floor. Carla looked up, her frown instantly dissolving into a soft, welcoming smile that reached her eyes. "Oh, you're home," she murmured, setting aside the mending with a quiet rustle of fabric. "Everything alright?"

"More than alright, Carla," he replied, his voice a low rumble. He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers, and knelt by the armchair, taking her soft, calloused hands in his. Her skin was warm, familiar, comforting. "Just… wanted to be with you."

She chuckled softly, a sound like wind chimes. "Always the romantic, aren't you?" But her eyes sparkled with an answering affection, a spark that told him she understood the unspoken depth of his words. Her thumbs stroked the back of his hands, a light, teasing touch that sent shivers down his arms. He leaned in, burying his face in her lap, inhaling the clean, familiar scent of her. He felt the gentle firmness of her thighs beneath the fabric of her dress, and a wave of desire, potent and undeniable, washed over him.

"You're beautiful, Carla," he whispered, his voice muffled against her skirt. "So incredibly beautiful."

Her fingers tangled in his hair, a tender caress. "Oh, stop it, you," she murmured, though he could hear the pleasure in her voice. "Look at me, my stomach's growing by the day, I’m hardly a vision right now."

He lifted his head, meeting her gaze, his own eyes burning with conviction. "Exactly. That's *why* you're beautiful. You're carrying our future. You're life itself, Carla. And your body… it's magnificent." His eyes drifted down to her blossoming figure, her full breasts pushing against the simple fabric, the subtle swell of her belly, a precious cargo. He reached out, his hand hesitantly hovering over her stomach, then gently settled there. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the subtle tautness of her flesh beneath his palm.

A soft sigh escaped her, this one laced with a different kind of emotion – a melting, yielding pleasure. Her fingers moved from his hair to cup his jaw, drawing him closer. "You always know what to say to make me blush," she whispered, her voice a little breathy. Her lips, soft and full, parted slightly, inviting him. He didn’t need a second invitation. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that started tenderly, then deepened with a sudden, urgent hunger.

Her lips were sweet, tasting of the simple tea she'd been sipping. He savored the taste, the feel of her soft mouth yielding beneath his, her tongue tentatively meeting his own. The kiss grew more insistent, a silent dialogue of long-held affection and burgeoning passion. He felt her hands thread around his neck, pulling him closer, until their bodies were pressed together as much as the armchair allowed. He could feel the warmth of her `big tits` against his chest, their generous weight a soft pressure that inflamed his senses.

He moved from the armchair, lifting her gently into his arms, carrying her like she weighed nothing, though she was by no means a small woman, especially now, with their child nestled within her. She gasped softly, a little cry of surprise and delight, clinging to him as he carried her towards their bedroom, the low light following them like a silent witness. The scent of her – clean skin, subtle womanly musk, and the faint, sweet scent of rising dough – filled his nostrils, intoxicating him. This was his `Carla Yeager`, the strongest, most loving woman he knew within the walls of `Attack On Titan`, and tonight she was purely, utterly his.

He set her down by the bed, his hands still on her waist, his thumbs tracing the soft swell of her hips. Her eyes were half-lidded, heavy with desire, her cheeks flushed a delicious rose. "You're full of surprises tonight," she breathed, her voice a low purr. He unlaced the simple tie at the back of her dress, and with a soft sigh of release, the fabric parted. He peeled it away from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of cloth. Beneath, she wore a thin chemise, but it did little to conceal the magnificence of her form. Her `big tits` were straining against the delicate lace, their dark aureolas visible through the sheer material, inviting touch.

His hands reached for them, cupping the full, heavy globes, feeling their surprising weight and softness. A low moan escaped her, and she arched into his touch, her head falling back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along her neck, tasting her skin, drawing small, contented sighs from her. He felt the unmistakable shift in her body, the growing tension, the eager anticipation.

He knelt before her, slowly peeling away the chemise, revealing her fully. Her body, matured by life and now radiant with pregnancy, was a masterpiece. Her `big tits` spilled free, magnificent and heavy, their dark, engorged nipples already puckered and beckoning. His gaze swept lower, over the gentle slope of her belly, a testament to the life growing within. And then, his eyes settled on the dark, exquisite mystery between her thighs. He loved the natural beauty of her, the way her womanhood was framed by a thick, luxuriant triangle of dark, curly hair. He ran his fingers through it, feeling the soft texture, the warmth beneath. His `hairy` goddess, truly.

"You're so beautiful, Carla," he murmured again, his voice thick with emotion, his fingers gently parting the folds of her labia, revealing the glistening pearl nestled within. She gasped, a sudden tremor running through her. "Perfect."

He lowered his head, his tongue gently tracing the sensitive folds, then found her clitoris, teasing it with soft, swirling motions. Carla cried out, her hands flying to his hair, clutching him as if to anchor herself. Her hips instinctively bucked forward, a silent plea for more. He deepened his ministrations, sucking and licking with increasing fervor, the taste of her sweet and musky on his tongue. He could feel the tremors building in her body, the way her muscles tightened and released. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, filling the quiet room, a symphony of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She was dissolving under his touch, her legs trembling, her fingers digging into his scalp.

"Oh, God… yes… please…" she panted, her voice fragmented with passion. "Don't stop… Oh, please, darling…"

He continued, relentless in his devotion, until her body stiffened, a long, drawn-out cry escaping her lips as she arched violently, shuddering through a powerful, all-consuming orgasm. Her release was visceral, beautiful, leaving her panting and trembling in his arms, her body slick with sweat and desire.

He rose, his own body thrumming with unfulfilled need, and quickly shed his own clothes. Carla reached for him, her eyes still glazed with pleasure, her fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest, down to his throbbing erection. "Now it's your turn," she whispered, her voice husky, her lips curling into a seductive smile. He laid her gently on the bed, her beautiful, pregnant body glowing in the soft light. He hovered over her, looking down at her, memorizing every curve, every shadow. Her `big tits` rose and fell with her ragged breaths, her `hairy` pussy still glistening from her climax.

He slid between her legs, feeling the soft dampness of her skin, the welcoming warmth of her thighs. He looked into her eyes, seeing not just desire, but a profound love and trust. "Are you ready for me, my love?" he asked, his voice low and tender.

"More than ready," she breathed, her hips rising to meet him. "I need you, now. Deep inside me."

He pressed the head of his penis against her entrance, feeling her wetness, the exquisite friction. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her. Carla gasped, a long, drawn-out sigh of pure bliss as he filled her completely. Her walls were tight, exquisitely gripping him, and he felt as if he had come home. He withdrew slightly, then plunged back in, eliciting a guttural moan from her. The rhythm began, slow and deep at first, then building in intensity, a primal dance of two bodies intertwined, moving as one.

He focused on her reactions, the way her eyes rolled back in her head, the way her breath hitched, the way her hands clutched at his back, leaving faint red marks on his skin. Her `big tits` bounced and swayed with each thrust, a mesmerizing sight, and he leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling greedily, drawing another cry of pleasure from her. The combination of his deep penetration and his mouth on her breast sent fresh shivers through her already sensitive body. The scent of their mingled arousal filled the air, thick and sweet and musky, a potent aphrodisiac.

With every thrust, he felt the deep, tender warmth of her womb, the awareness of their growing child only heightening the intensity of their connection. He wanted to fill her completely, to leave no doubt of his love, his devotion. This was more than just physical pleasure; it was an act of profound creation, a reaffirmation of their bond, of their family, even in the perilous world of `Shingeki No Kyojin`.

He felt his own climax building, a powerful surge of heat and pressure. He pulled back slightly, looking into her flushed face, her eyes wide with desperate pleasure. "I'm going to finish inside you, Carla," he whispered, his voice hoarse, "I want to fill you completely. All of me, for you and our baby."

Her answer was a choked sob, a primal roar of assent. "Yes! Please! All of it! I want to feel it deep! Make me feel full!"

He thrust one final, powerful time, deep into her core, feeling the incredible release as he flooded her with his hot, potent `creampie`. Her inner walls convulsed around him, milking him dry, as he poured himself into her, a testament to their love, a seed of hope for their future. She cried out again, a long, shuddering moan, as her body arched and trembled, her own climax washing over her again, ignited by his passionate `cumshot` deep within her fertile womb. He collapsed on top of her, still buried deep, feeling the warm pulse of his essence mingling with her own, their bodies joined in a beautiful, profound tangle.

After a few moments of blissful stillness, he slowly began to withdraw, but Carla’s legs clamped around him, holding him fast. "No… not yet," she whispered, her voice thick with contentment. "Stay inside me a little longer. I want to feel you. All of you." He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and stayed, savoring the incredible intimacy of their closeness, the soft throb of their mingled fluids deep within her. The thought of her `pregnant` with their child, brimming with his seed, filled him with a profound sense of pride and love.

Eventually, he pulled out, his erection still throbbing, leaving her slick and glistening, a beautiful mess. He shifted, pulling her against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her `big tits` pressed against his side. Her fingers idly traced patterns on his skin, a soft hum escaping her lips.

He reached down, a mischievous glint in his eye, and brought his fingers, still coated in their mingled essences, to her lips. She looked at him, a surprised but curious expression on her face. "Taste it, my love," he murmured, "Taste our creation. Our love."

Carla hesitated for only a moment, then, with a soft sigh of acceptance, she opened her mouth. He guided his fingers to her lips, and she licked them clean, her tongue delicately swirling, savoring the rich, salty taste of his `cum in mouth`. Her eyes, deep and knowing, met his, and a slow, sensuous smile spread across her face. "It's… warm," she whispered, "And… intensely ours." She leaned up, pressing a long, lingering kiss to his lips, transferring the taste, a silent promise of endless passion and devotion.

They lay tangled together for a long time, the only sounds the soft chirping of crickets outside and the beating of their own hearts. Carla, nestled against him, felt a profound sense of peace and belonging. The dangers of the world, the Titans, the struggles within `Aot` – they all faded into the background, replaced by the warmth of his embrace, the undeniable proof of their love pulsing within her. She was `pregnant` again, carrying another piece of their shared future, and tonight, she had been loved with a ferocity and tenderness that left her body humming and her heart overflowing.

As sleep slowly claimed them, Carla nestled deeper into his arms, feeling the lingering warmth of his `creampie` within her, the ghost of his `cumshot` still a potent reminder of their fiery connection. Her `hairy` pussy, now sated and tender, pulsed softly. She was a `milf` who was cherished, desired, and deeply loved, and in this quiet moment, with the man she adored, her `big tits` gently rising and falling against his chest, she knew that within the walls, no matter what came, their love would always be their strongest defense.