Hange's Unyielding Curiosity Unleashed: A Night of Titantic Affection and Uncharted Pleasures

The air in Hange’s cramped laboratory, usually thick with the scent of chemical reagents and stale parchment, was now charged with a different kind of volatile energy. Outside, the moon cast long, skeletal shadows across the training grounds of the Survey Corps, but within these four walls, the only light source was a single, flickering oil lamp, its warm glow caressing the sharp angles of Hange’s face as they pored over their latest findings. The meticulous lines of their handwriting, usually so precise, were slightly more hurried tonight, a subtle testament to the simmering excitement that had been building for weeks. Tonight, however, the equations and titan sketches felt secondary. Tonight, it was Erwin Smith who occupied their thoughts, a persistent, intoxicating presence that had begun to overshadow even the most pressing scientific inquiries.

Erwin had sought out Hange, ostensibly to discuss patrol reports, but the conversation had drifted, as it often did, into shared dreams and unspoken desires. The weight of command, the gnawing fear for their comrades, the sheer, crushing burden of their mission – it all seemed to melt away in the hushed intimacy of Hange’s workspace. Erwin’s voice, a low rumble that Hange found inexplicably soothing, had been punctuated by glances that lingered a beat too long, touches that brushed against their arm and sent an electric jolt through their entire being. Hange, ever the scientist, had tried to analyze the physiological responses, the heightened pulse, the flush that crept up their neck, but the data was overwhelming, defying logical explanation. It was, quite simply, desire. A raw, unadulterated longing that had been patiently waiting for the right catalyst.

As Erwin finally rose to leave, a moment stretched between them, taut with unspoken words. The faint scent of his leather uniform, mingled with the clean, crisp air he carried from the outdoors, filled Hange’s senses. “Hange,” Erwin’s voice was a husky whisper, so close Hange could feel the warmth of his breath on their cheek. “Stay.” The command, usually reserved for battlefield decisions, held a new, potent meaning. Hange’s heart leaped, a frantic bird trapped in their chest. Their breath hitched, and a breathless “Yes” escaped their lips. The lab door clicked shut, sealing them in their own private universe.

Erwin’s gaze, usually so direct and commanding, was softened by a profound tenderness. He moved with a deliberate grace, closing the distance between them until Hange could feel the heat radiating from his body. He reached out, his large hand gently cupping Hange’s chin, tilting their face upwards. “You have a spark in your eyes, Hange,” he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of their jawline. “A curiosity that rivals any titan’s mysteries.” He leaned closer, his lips hovering mere millimeters from theirs. “And tonight,” he continued, his voice dropping to an even more intimate register, “I want to explore every single one of your uncharted territories.”

Hange’s breath hitched again, a tremor running through them. They met Erwin’s gaze, a mirrored intensity burning in their own. The world outside, with its looming threats and colossal beasts, ceased to exist. There was only this moment, this man, and the intoxicating promise of discovery. Hange, who had dedicated their life to understanding the unknown, felt an exhilarating surge of anticipation. This was a frontier more thrilling than any they had ever imagined. Their fingers, usually stained with ink and soil, trembled as they reached up, tracing the strong lines of Erwin’s jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath their fingertips. The contrast of his hardened exterior and the raw vulnerability in his eyes was a potent aphrodisiac.

“Erwin,” Hange whispered, their voice thick with emotion and anticipation, “Show me.” And then, as if a dam had broken, Erwin’s lips claimed theirs. It was a kiss that spoke of pent-up longing, of shared burdens, of a profound, unspoken connection finally finding its release. Hange melted into him, their arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. The lamp flickered, casting their entwined shadows onto the walls of the lab, a silent testament to the passion igniting between them.

The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more demanding. Hange felt their carefully constructed scientific composure dissolving like chalk in acid. Erwin’s tongue, bold and insistent, explored Hange’s mouth, their shared breaths growing ragged. Hange responded with equal fervor, their own tongue meeting his, a dance of exploration and surrender. They felt the warmth of his body pressing against theirs, the solid strength of his build a comforting anchor in the storm of sensation. Hange’s mind, usually so analytical, was now solely focused on the exquisite pleasure coursing through their veins. Every touch, every kiss, was a new experiment, a thrilling hypothesis being tested and proven with undeniable results.

Erwin’s hands, strong and sure, began to roam, trailing down Hange’s back, urging them closer. They felt the fabric of Hange’s uniform, the slight stiffness giving way to the yielding softness of skin beneath. Hange’s fingers were equally busy, fumbling with the buttons of Erwin’s tunic, their eagerness overcoming any pretense of decorum. The cool air against their skin as Hange’s tunic was unbuttoned sent a shiver of anticipation through them. Each unfastened button was a step further into the unknown, a thrilling descent into a realm of pure sensation.

When Hange’s tunic was finally pulled aside, revealing the simple, practical undergarments beneath, Erwin paused, his eyes darkening with undisguised desire. He looked at Hange, truly looked, his gaze devouring the sight of them. The usual intellectual spark in Hange’s eyes was now mixed with a raw, primal hunger that mirrored his own. He gently pushed Hange back, guiding them towards a sturdy wooden table, scattering research papers and vials in their wake. Hange landed with a soft thud, their legs tangling with Erwin’s as he followed, straddling them with an uncharacteristic possessiveness. Hange’s heart hammered against their ribs, a wild drumbeat of excitement. They reveled in the intimacy of the moment, the power dynamic shifting in a way that was both exhilarating and deeply arousing.

Erwin’s gaze lingered on Hange’s chest, the gentle swell of their breasts beneath the thin fabric of their brassiere. He leaned down, his lips finding the pulse point at Hange’s throat, then slowly, deliberately, began to trace a path downwards. Hange arched their back, a soft moan escaping their lips as Erwin’s lips found the edge of their garment. He nudged it aside, his gaze falling upon the soft curve of their breasts, a sight that made his breath catch. Hange’s big tits, usually contained and practical, were now exposed to his adoring gaze, their nipples hardening in response to the cool air and the electrifying anticipation. Erwin’s hands, large and calloused from years of wielding a sword, were surprisingly gentle as they cupped Hange’s breasts, his thumbs brushing over their already taut nipples. Hange gasped, their hips instinctively pressing upwards against him.

“Magnificent,” Erwin breathed, his voice laced with awe. He lowered his head, his mouth finding one of Hange’s nipples, his tongue teasing and tasting. Hange cried out, their fingers digging into Erwin’s shoulders. The sensation was exquisite, a burning pleasure that spread through their entire body. They felt their nipples swell and harden further under his ministrations, each flick of his tongue sending waves of ecstasy through them. Erwin’s mouth closed around one, his suction drawing a shuddering gasp from Hange. They writhed beneath him, their mind a whirlwind of sensation, the scientific part of their brain utterly silenced by the overwhelming tide of pure, carnal pleasure. Erwin’s other hand was already working at Hange’s waistband, his fingers finding the fabric of their panties. He tugged, and with a sigh of mingled anticipation and surrender, Hange’s panties slid down their hips, pooling around their thighs.

Erwin’s gaze immediately dropped to Hange’s exposed lower half. The sight of Hange’s bare skin, flushed and eager, sent a fresh wave of desire through him. He admired the delicate lace of their panties, the way they had been pushed aside, hinting at the treasures beneath. He then shifted his focus, his eyes locking with Hange’s, a silent question passing between them. Hange, emboldened by the intimacy and the sheer intensity of their arousal, nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please.”

Erwin’s fingers, calloused but surprisingly dextrous, began to explore the sensitive skin of Hange’s inner thighs. He traced the path upwards, his touch light and teasing, building the anticipation with every millimeter. Hange shivered, their hips tilting, urging him on. When his fingers finally reached the soft, damp folds of their labia, Hange cried out, arching her back dramatically. Erwin began to caress them with deliberate, practiced strokes, his fingers finding the most sensitive spots, eliciting moans and whimpers of pleasure. Hange’s eyes fluttered closed, their entire being focused on the exquisite sensations Erwin was awakening within them. They felt their clitoris swell and throb under his touch, a potent ache building deep within their core. Hange, always so composed, was now a writhing mess of pure, unadulterated desire, their scientific mind completely surrendered to the raw power of physical sensation.

Erwin watched Hange’s reaction, his own arousal reaching critical levels. He loved the way they responded to him, the uninhibited pleasure they displayed. He continued his ministrations, his fingers dancing, increasing the pressure, until Hange’s body began to tremble uncontrollably. Her breath came in short, sharp pants, her cries growing more desperate. With a final, intense surge, Hange cried out Erwin’s name, their body convulsing as they reached a shattering orgasm. Erwin held them close, murmuring words of reassurance and praise, letting them ride the waves of pleasure until their body finally settled.

As Hange’s tremors subsided, their eyes slowly opened, their gaze meeting Erwin’s, still filled with wonder and a newfound intimacy. “That,” Hange breathed, their voice still shaky, “was… remarkable, Erwin. Truly, a phenomenon worthy of extensive study.” A small smile played on Erwin’s lips. “And we’ve only just begun, my dear Hange.” He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from Hange’s damp forehead. “There are many more discoveries to be made.” He then shifted his weight, his body pressing against Hange’s thighs, a new kind of anticipation building. Hange felt the undeniable hardness of Erwin’s erection pressing against them, and a new wave of heat washed over them. Their earlier arousal had not diminished; it had merely been redirected, a simmering ember waiting to be reignited.

Erwin’s hands moved to Hange’s hips, his gaze sweeping over their body with a possessiveness that sent a thrill through them. “You are so beautiful, Hange,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble. He then shifted his position, his fingers gently parting Hange’s wet lips. Hange gasped as Erwin’s tongue found their clitoris, a renewed wave of pleasure crashing over them. They moaned, arching upwards, their hands gripping Erwin’s shoulders. They were completely at his mercy, their body responding to his every touch with an eagerness that surprised even themselves. Hange, who usually approached everything with analytical detachment, found themselves completely consumed by the physical act, their scientific curiosity now focused on the intricate workings of their own pleasure. They were experiencing a level of sensory input that had previously been confined to theoretical models and abstract equations.

Erwin, sensing Hange’s burgeoning arousal, pulled back slightly. He looked at Hange, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and tenderness. He then moved them, carefully guiding them onto their hands and knees, their bottom rising invitingly into the air. Hange looked back at Erwin, their eyes wide with a mixture of apprehension and exhilaration. The position was new, daring, and incredibly arousing. Hange, ever the adventurer, embraced the unfamiliarity. Their body was now presented in a way that was both vulnerable and undeniably sensual, their ample breasts jiggling slightly as they adjusted their position. The sight of Hange in doggystyle was breathtakingly erotic, their curves accentuated and their exposed backside a tantalizing invitation.

Erwin’s gaze was like a physical touch, tracing the line of Hange’s spine, the curve of their hips, the exquisite swell of their breasts. He knelt behind them, his hands finding Hange’s hips, his thumbs gently pressing into their flesh. Hange shivered at his touch, their anticipation reaching a fever pitch. Erwin leaned forward, his lips brushing against Hange’s ear. “Are you ready for this, Hange?” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. Hange turned their head, their eyes meeting his, a silent affirmation passing between them. “Yes,” they breathed, their voice trembling. “Discover me, Erwin.”

Erwin’s fingers then moved to Hange’s anus, his touch hesitant at first, then firmer. Hange gasped, a sharp intake of breath. This was a territory even Hange hadn’t fully charted. Erwin was meticulous, using a bit of lubrication from a nearby vial – a familiar object in this unusual context – to ensure comfort. He gently, patiently, explored the tight opening, his fingers slowly entering, stretching. Hange gritted their teeth, a mixture of pain and intense pleasure coursing through them. Erwin whispered words of encouragement, his voice a balm to Hange’s apprehension. He waited until Hange’s body relaxed, their muscles yielding to his persistent, gentle pressure. When his fingers were fully inside, he began to move them in a slow, rhythmic motion, caressing Hange from the inside out. Hange moaned, their hips beginning to move instinctively, meeting his thrusts.

With Hange thoroughly prepared and thoroughly aroused, Erwin positioned himself behind them. He looked at Hange’s exposed backside, their ample breasts pushed forward, a vision of pure lust. He entered Hange slowly, deliberately, his penis sliding into their willing anus. Hange cried out, a sharp, guttural sound that was a mixture of pleasure and intense sensation. Erwin held them steady, his movements slow and deep, allowing Hange to adjust to the new, overwhelming feeling. The sheer size and power of Erwin’s cock filling them was a revelation, a sensory overload that Hange found both terrifying and intoxicating. They felt a new depth of penetration, a closeness that went beyond anything they had experienced before. Hange’s body instinctively arched, meeting his thrusts with a desperate, primal rhythm.

Hange’s mind raced, trying to categorize and understand the incredible sensations, but it was a losing battle. They were lost in the moment, in the sheer physicality of it all. The rough texture of Erwin’s skin against theirs, the deep, powerful thrusts, the sounds of their mingled breaths and moans filling the small lab – it was a symphony of carnal delight. Hange’s large breasts swayed with each thrust, their nipples aching with a phantom sensation, as if anticipating further pleasure. Erwin’s hands gripped Hange’s hips, his movements growing more urgent, more demanding. He buried his face in Hange’s hair, inhaling their scent, his body slick with sweat. Each thrust was a testament to their shared passion, a release of the pent-up tension that had simmered between them for so long. Hange’s moans became louder, more desperate, their body writhing against Erwin’s powerful thrusts. They felt their own climax building, a tidal wave of sensation that was about to break. The sheer intensity of the anal sex was unlike anything they had ever imagined, a profound and deeply satisfying exploration of their body’s hidden depths.

“Erwin!” Hange cried out, their voice raw with pleasure. They felt a familiar, yet amplified, sensation building within them. As Erwin pushed deeper, Hange’s body convulsed, their orgasm erupting with a force that left them breathless. Their entire being shuddered with the intensity of it, their back arching violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over them. Erwin, feeling Hange’s climax, let out a guttural groan of his own, his thrusts becoming more frantic. He pushed deep into Hange one last time, their bodies locked together in a powerful embrace, and then he too found his release, his seed erupting into Hange’s depths with a shuddering intensity that left them both spent. They collapsed onto the table, their bodies slick with sweat and mingled fluids, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The lab was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the flickering of the oil lamp, casting long, dancing shadows on the scene of their passionate encounter.

Slowly, tenderly, Erwin eased himself out of Hange, his movements gentle. He held them close, their foreheads touching, their chests rising and falling in unison. Hange, still reeling from the intensity of their experience, let out a contented sigh. They looked up at Erwin, their eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion, satisfaction, and a profound, unexpected love. “That,” Hange whispered, their voice still husky, “was… truly a groundbreaking discovery, Erwin. A testament to the infinite mysteries of the human body.” Erwin chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through Hange’s chest. He gently kissed Hange’s forehead. “And the most rewarding discovery I’ve ever made,” he murmured. He then helped Hange sit up, their bodies still clinging to each other. He looked at Hange, a tender smile on his lips. “Rest now, my brilliant scientist. We have a world to save tomorrow.”

Hange leaned into Erwin’s embrace, the scent of their shared passion and the lingering scent of his leather uniform a comforting perfume. The fear, the uncertainty, the monumental task that lay before them – it all seemed less daunting now. They had found a different kind of strength, a profound connection that fueled their resolve. Hange closed their eyes, a sense of peace settling over them. Tonight, their thirst for knowledge had led them to a discovery more profound than any titan’s secret. They had discovered a depth of passion, a breathtaking intimacy, and a love that would undoubtedly help them face any challenge the world, or its titans, could throw their way. The lab, once a sanctuary of scientific pursuit, had become a testament to a different, equally exhilarating kind of exploration.