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The grunts and meaty thuds of punches and kicks echoed through the hallway, signaling that you were close to your destination. Your sneakers squeaked on the scuffed linoleum tile, and the stale scent of sweat and the rubber of gym mats reached your nostrils as you rounded the corner. You peered into the large open room before you to see two pairs of men sparring while a fifth watched and coached the others, pointing out an error in fighting form to one, and recommending a grappling technique to another.
You recognized three of them: Ghost, Soap, and König. Each man’s face was dotted with perspiration as they worked, their athletic clothes bearing damp spots at their chests and underarms, evidence of their exertion. You hid your grimace. It wasn’t often that you visited this area, preferring the smaller and more private work-out area near the medbay.
But today, you had mischief on the agenda.
“Excuse me! I want to try,” you called out sweetly as you sauntered into the gym.
Five pairs of eyes immediately flicked to you, but there was truly one set that you cared about.
König.
He’d been busy training with the others this week, not giving you the level of attention you craved. The next mission wasn’t until next week, and you were itching for some action. You’d checked and rechecked your supplies three times, making sure you’d have what you needed. Besides assisting with the occasional burn from the kitchen staff or stitching up a cut that was just too deep for a simple bandage, you had nothing to do now.
And to top it all off, König had left you on the edge for days, bringing you to the precipice of your climax time and time again without allowing you to finish properly. It was a game you two played to see whose resolve cracked first — and it was almost always yours. Saying you were pent up was an understatement.
But you intended to get him to cave today.
You loved testing his limits and patience, pushing every single button until he threw you over the bed and either fucked you senseless or spanked your ass until it was red and stinging — sometimes both. But you knew better than to cum without his permission; that was one consequence you didn’t intend to discover.
So, you decided to make your own fun instead.
You didn’t know the other men here too well other than patching up an occasional minor injury, but you had heard König talk about them enough that you may as well have. So, you knew exactly how to get what you wanted today, especially from the skull-masked Lieutenant looming over you now.
Ghost crossed his arms over his chest as you stepped forward, the dark eyes behind his mask giving you a once-over from head to toe. You’d worn your favorite pair of athletic leggings — the ones that drove König wild because of how good your ass looked in them — and a tight tank top that covered your curves. The cut and tightness weren’t too outlandish, but suggested just enough that you knew you’d garner some attention from the others that would have König bristling.
Served him right.
“You…want to spar?” Ghost asked flatly in disbelief.
“Yeah!” you affirmed cheerily. “I mean, I know I’m not at the front of the action like you…” you let your voice trail off. “But I was hoping you’d be able to show me a thing or two, just in case.”
You moved even closer to Ghost and reached for his arm. He allowed you to pull his thick forearm to your chest and press it between your breasts. Maybe this was overkill — but it was sure to get you the response you wanted, hopefully from both Ghost and König.
“Please?” you asked, giving him your sweetest and most endearing look.
Before he could answer, a choked cry and slapping sound echoed in the gym. You peeked around Ghost’s bulky form and saw a frantic Soap scrabbling at König’s arm, wrapped around his neck. Soap tapped in a plea to be released, nearly on his tiptoes as the taller man held him in a ruthless chokehold. The muscles in König’s forearm and bicep bulged and tensed as he watched you, all but forgetting the wriggling man he held in his grasp.
“König, easy, mate,” Ghost chided.
König released Soap, unceremoniously letting him drop to the ground in a crumpled heap.
Soap gasped and rubbed his throat gingerly, sitting up once he had recovered. “Christ,” he muttered. “Thought you were gonna kill me there, big guy.”
König merely shrugged his shoulders and walked to grab his water bottle, lifting the cloth of his mad to take a long swig. A few drops dribbled down his chin and dropped into his shirt, darkening the navy blue cotton.
Ghost returned his attention back to you and pulled his arm away from your grasp. “Are you sure you want to spar with this lot? Rowdy bunch, as you can see.”
“Oh, I’m sure! They learned from the best, right?” you asked, hoping to win him with a little sugary compliment. “I want that too!”
“Right.” Ghost eyed you evenly, as if he knew you were up to something but wasn’t sure what. “Which of you wants to partner up with our little medic friend here?” he called out to the others.
Soap scratched the back of his neck and suddenly decided he needed to retie his shoelaces. The other two men both found interesting spots on the floor and ceiling to examine. You thought Konig would jump at the opportunity, but instead, he just stared, his eyes boring into you. The tight of his grip on his water bottle was the only indicator of his displeasure, his knuckles blanching white.
Ghost let out a big breath. “Looks like you’re stuck with me, love.”
You smiled wide, pretending to be oblivious to his mild annoyance, and slipped your small hand into his much larger palm. “Lead the way then, Lieutenant!”
He reluctantly wrapped his fingers around yours, his hand completely engulfing yours as he guided you toward an open mat. While the others resumed their fights, Ghost showed you the basics of a few defensive stances, how to hold your hands in front of your face, how to step using the balls of your feet. Despite how unenthused he had seemed about the whole thing, he was an excellent teacher. Patient, thorough. It was all good information that you mentally tucked away for later — but that wasn’t really what you came here to do.
“That’s so helpful,” you purred after he had finished correcting your posture with a hand splayed across your low back to adjust the angle of your hips. “Maybe a more…practical demonstration might help. What if a bad guy gets his hands on me?”
“Mm,” he grunted. “You’d prob’ly be fucked if the enemies get that far in our back lines. But I can show you a trick or two that might work in a pinch.” Ghost held his hand out and flicked two fingers toward himself, indicating that you should approach. “Come on then. Gimme your best shot. Two taps to be released.” He demonstrated this by slapping his own thigh twice.
You nodded and grinned wickedly, sure that König was watching, and hopped lightly on your feet around Ghost. His arms were up, ready to defend against your blows. You did actually try, using a fake-out left to swing your leg toward his abdomen, hoping you had enough momentum to actually do something significant.
Ghost effortlessly caught your leg and pulled you off-balance. You fell awkwardly onto your side as he yanked your leg, and found yourself flipped onto your stomach. He pinned you down with his body, his hips cupping yours as he yanked your hand behind your back, tugging the joint to its limit. You wriggled in his grasp, making grunts of frustration and arching your back and pushing your ass up against his groin — only half-intentionally. You were trying your best to escape, but if it put on a bit of a show, all the better.
Your eyes widened in surprise when something thick and stiff pressed against your bottom. Your cheeks reddened at the realization, your lips parting in alarm. This was an obvious but unexpected consequence of your actions, further than you had intended to go. You peered over your shoulder at Ghost, his fingers digging into your wrist almost hard enough to bruise.
He bent to the side of your face, cloth-covered lips brushing against your ear. “Do you submit?”
You struggled anew, squiggling your best to pull yourself free, but all you managed to do was to push yourself against him more firmly. Your eyes watered as he pulled harder on your arm, unrelenting, and finally, you caved and reached back with your free hand to tap his knee twice.
He released your arm, relieving the painful stretch of your socket. He didn’t let you up yet, keeping you pinned in this humiliating position while he took his sweet-ass time to explain your errors and what you could have done differently. You nodded mutely, your face still pressed into the foam mat. You could barely focus on his words as he still held you down, his hips distractingly close to yours.
Lesson finally completed, he helped you back to your feet. When you stood on wobbly legs, you looked and saw the other four watching with interest, no longer fighting each other, but gawking at you and Ghost with interest.
“Get back to work,” Ghost barked at them, and immediately the men resumed their positions. He turned to you, eyes smoldering beneath skeletal sockets. “And as for you — I think you’d best run along before you bite off more than you can chew.”
There was something deep and dangerous about his tone that disallowed any argument. You mumbled a hasty thank you and scurried out of the gym, feeling König’s eyes burning a hole into the back of your head.
If you were lucky, you’d see him tonight.
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You finished brushing out your shower-damp hair and stepped out of the bathroom to head to bed. It was too bad your ploy didn’t work. Normally it was easy to get under König’s skin; he rarely tolerated any disobedience from you. And that display you put in today should have worked.
Well, there was always tomorrow.
You had just rounded the corner to climb into bed, when large hands gripped your arms, slamming you up against the wall. All the breath whooshed out of you as you were forced backward, temporarily stunned as the back of your head contacted the metal. You blinked away the daze long enough to see that it was König, but didn’t have time to think further before a single large hand captured both of yours, pinning them above your head effortlessly.
You uselessly tried to break free of the strong grip, squirming and tugging, muttering indignant curses. The muscles in your arms strained and stood out, but it was futile. You were trapped and at his mercy now.
Just the way he liked you.
Just the way you liked it.
König crammed his muscular thigh between yours, forcing you to spread your legs for him. The baggy T-Shirt you’d thrown on for sleep rode up over your hips, revealing the light grey cotton panties you chose for the evening — his favorite. You finally recovered from the whirlwind of movement and tilted your head back to look at him. The room was dim, bathed only by the faint luminescence of moonlight through a tiny window, but behind the black veil covering his face, you could see the icy, unforgiving sheen in his eyes, something dark and foreboding that caused a cold shiver to slither down your spine.
You were in trouble.
He pushed up and tucked the bottom half of his mask, revealing the strong line of his stubbled jaw, only interrupted by a few ridges of long-healed scars from battles past. His free hand traveled up your abdomen and chest, skimming underneath your chin and jaw to wind into the hair at the nape of your neck. His fingers bent within your tresses gently, one last moment of softness as a warning, a promise of what was to come.
“You’ve been naughty today, little one,” he said coolly, eyes hard as steel behind the cloth.
You fluttered your eyelashes at him innocently. “Have I?” you cooed, warm honey dripping from your voice.
König remained silent and motionless, allowing you the chance to give the correct answer. You smirked; he’d have to do better than the strong-and-silent act to put you back in line tonight.
“I just wanted to train a little. I don’t see the harm in that.”
“Is that what you call what you did tonight, rubbing yourself all over Ghost’s cock?” he asked, his voice lowering into a near growl. “Training?” The disdain in his voice was palpable as if the word itself was vile poison on his tongue.
You gave him the biggest shit-eating grin you could manage. This was a dangerous game, but you’d always been a bit of a risk-taker. Go big or go home as the saying went; and with König, you always went big despite your small size.
“Well,” you started, saccharine-sweet faux remorse in your voice. “Things may have gotten a little out of hand, but Ghost was so big and strong. What chance did I have against someone like that? He could have done anything to me, and I couldn’t have stopped it.”
Though you couldn’t see his expression, you could imagine the tension in König’s jaw, the way he clenched his teeth together to maintain his composure. Your bratty attitude tested him in every way, a game of give and take where he always ended up victorious it seemed — though you usually got what you wanted out of it, too.
“You could have been my partner instead, you know,” you said innocently. “Could have avoided this whole thing.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head.
You pouted. “Why not?”
He laughed humorlessly, a dry, breathy sound. König bent to your face — quite a far distance for the much taller man — and his lips curled into a sneer against your ear, his voice a low rumble within his chest. “If I had been your sparring partner and you had acted that way with me…” he tightened his grip on your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat to him. “I would have fucked you right there in front of the others.”
You whimpered at the tug on your roots and at the thought. God, that was hot. The idea of him pinning you down and having his way with you in front of the others caused desire to blossom within you, warm and thick as syrup. You squirmed against his thigh, rolling your hips back and forth, trying to unravel the spooling ache that wound up deep inside.
“Oh? You would like that, wouldn’t you, desperate little thing that you are.” He helped guide your hips against the flat of his thigh, flexing the muscle beneath your clothed cunt. “Perhaps next time I should do just that — to show them who you belong to.”
A fresh flood of wetness leaked from you, darkening the crotch of your panties. Fuck, he knew just what to say to get you going, to cause electricity to spark within your veins. But you were still mildly annoyed and pent up, and felt like goading König on just a bit more.
You rolled your eyes dramatically, ignoring all the warning bells ringing in your mind that this was a terrible idea. “And, tell me again…” you said, coyly feigning boredom. “Who do I belong to?”
“Me,” he snarled, crashing his lips against yours.
You squeezed your eyes shut as his mouth took bold possession of yours, his teeth and tongue and lips claiming you. He captured your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping hard enough that you worried that he might draw blood. König’s mouth traveled to your neck, sucking greedy mouthfuls of your sensitive flesh, pulling forth your needy moans and whimpers as he bit and kissed every available inch of your throat. Pain mingled with pleasure as the blood rose beneath the surface of your skin to meet his tongue, leaving dark splotches in his wake that would serve as visible proof of his claim on you.
König leaned his hips against you, his erection bumping against your belly as he continued to kiss you harshly. He yanked your hair to the side, forcing your neck to crane back, tilting you to better meet his mouth. You tasted passion and salty copper on his lips and you jerked your hips faster, seeking your release against his thigh. Your neck and chest heated up as you started to rise to your peak, so readily coming forth in your over-sensitive state, denied your pleasure for two days — but he wouldn’t let you have it so easily. Your sighs escalated, raising an octave as you hurtled toward your end. He tutted and lowered his thigh, denying you another moment of pleasure with a disapproving click of his tongue.
“You should see yourself right now, rutting against my leg like a dog in heat,” he spat scornfully. “I think you would look far better on your knees.”
König released your wrists with a quick press on your nail for a circulation check and rubbed your joints quickly, your hands half-numb from being held so tightly above your head. You let them drop to your sides when he had finished, and a trembling began to overtake your limbs as he tugged off your shirt, leaving you in just your panties, exposed to him in the dark room. He felt so big before you, towering over your cowering form. Strong hands rested on your shoulders, each finger tamping down one at a time, like a countdown to what was coming next. He pushed down on your shoulders, coaxing you to lower yourself to a kneeling position. The metal floor was stiff and unforgiving underneath your knees, not allowing you a comfortable position, but you didn’t dare complain.
König removed his own dark T-shirt in one fluid motion and let it fall to the ground in a puddle of dark cotton, revealing a toned abdomen intersected by deep ridges and lines of scars. You could pinpoint the individual muscles, from the swell of his pecs to his defined stomach, chiseled as if carved from stone, each one hard-won from years of training and fighting. The divots and valleys led down into a tantalizing V shape that dipped elegantly into his waistband.
Your mind wandered to what lay at the end of that path, knowing what was in store for you, straining against the front of his trousers like a caged animal waiting to be unleashed. König wasted no more time and made quick work of his belt buckle, agile fingers undoing the clasps and buttons, not even bothering to fully take off his pants as he released his cock from the confines of canvas.
You sucked in an appreciative breath. The sheer size of it always took you by surprise no matter how many times you’d been with him. It wasn’t even fully hard, but hung heavily between his thighs, as large and intimidating as the rest of him. He stroked himself lazily a few times, and you licked your lips in anticipation as his cock swelled further, curving up as it stiffened.
König huffed a laugh at the direction of your hungry gaze, the way your eyes lit up at the sight of him. His head tilted to the side, the fabric mask shifting as he observed you. “If you’re so eager for my cock — then show me.”
He let his free hand rest at the crown of your head, fisting a handful of your hair in a way that let you know you had a rough ride ahead. A clear drop of precum oozed from his tip and your eyes raised to his face, waiting for his command. You met his cool gaze, his eyes half-lidded with lust beneath the black mask. He must have washed after sparring, a considerate gesture. You could smell the recent remnants of his soap, rosemary, mint, and sandalwood all overlaying the heady natural scent of him that you loved more than any added fragrance.
He guided you towards his cock, nudging your lips with the thick head, smearing that sticky drop of arousal across your bottom lip. Your tongue swiped out to taste him, salt and musk washing over your tastebuds, your mouth watering, eager for more.
“Open.”
Your kiss-bitten lips parted dutifully for him and he pushed himself inside. You tried to buy yourself some time by swirling your tongue around the head, but he saw through your feeble attempt at delaying the inevitable. He kept advancing past the tip of your tongue, not allowing you much time to adjust to his size. Your mouth stretched around his girth, cheeks hollowing as you did your best to create the suction that would please him. It wasn’t easy as he delved deeper, not even halfway in but already bumping the back of your throat. Your vision blurred as your eyes watered and you gagged and sputtered around him. König pulled out, allowing you the briefest break before pushing back in just as deeply, but harder, faster.
You tried to breathe in through your nose as best you could, but when his cock began to slide down your throat, you reached up and braced a hand against his thigh. With your other hand, you tried to encircle his cock in your fist — not even able to get that all the way around him — in hopes of giving yourself some relief. You wanted to show your devotion on your knees, to worship his cock the way he wanted, but your head swam with dizziness and your jaw ached from the effort of holding it open so wide to accommodate him.
“Tch,” he scoffed. “Hands flat on your thighs. You will use only your mouth, nothing more.”
You let your hands drop and looked up at König through damp lashes, pleading for mercy with your mouth full, lips stretched taut around him. For a moment, his eyes softened at the sight of you, and his lips relaxed instead of being pinched into a tight line. It was a moment of softness among the rough treatment, the calm before the storm, a brief and welcome reprieve that reminded you he was not truly upset with you.
“You can do better for me, yes, mein Liebling? ”
Your clit throbbed at the use of his native language, something warm bubbling up within yoy at the way the words rolled off his tongue, wrapping around you like crimson silk. You hummed in agreement and satisfaction, the sound vibrating around the half of his cock still buried in your mouth.
“Good girl,” he praised, the words filling your core with warmth. “Mine.”
You flattened your tongue, letting it cup the underside of his cock as König began to fuck your mouth. You mapped every familiar ridge and vein, committing the shape of him to memory. He started more slowly than before, but soon began to rock deeper into your mouth. The experience was intense, pushing you to the limit of what you could handle and beyond.
But you trusted him to lead you.
“So sehe ich Dich gerne,” he murmured, pausing when he was as deep in your throat. “Gorgeous.”
His words filled every crack within you, feeding the blooming desire that dripped within you, sweet as honey. You let your mind float to the place where you were small and vulnerable, where you became nothing but an object for his pleasure, his to use as he saw fit, your mouth nothing but a warm, wet place to bury his cock. As your body relaxed, you were able to accept more of him, and he found a steady tempo, in and out of your willing and pliant throat. Getting all of him inside your mouth was not an option, but it never stopped you two from trying.
He was definitely trying now.
You swallowed around his thick length as drool dribbled down your chin and rivulets of tears spilled from your lash line. König rolled his hips into you, using his grip on your hair to hold your head steady against his thrusts. You looked up, unable to see his entire face, but he bit his lower lip as he grunted softly, enjoying the feel of you. You squeezed your thighs together, your underwear now all but drenched; the friction wasn’t much, but it was something . You were desperate for the barest hint of pressure to relieve the aching need that gathered within your lower tummy in a molten, pulsing heat.
But before you could enjoy it a second longer, a large, dark boot forced its way between your knees, the sides of the thick rubber soles pressing them apart to rob you of even that small pleasure. König pulled out of your mouth and crouched, stooping as close to your level as he could given his enormous size compared to yours. He snuck a hand down to your panties, stroking the dark, wet spot that had spread across the crotch, your arousal barely contained by the cotton. His breathy, knowing laugh caused goosebumps to ripple across your body.
The reason this was his favorite pair of underwear, you knew, was not just the softness of the well-worn cotton and the delicate white lace trim, but the way the light material showed the depth of your depravity, how much you loved when he treated you this way. Tonight, it was obvious you were enjoying it even more than usual. You looked to the side, cheeks burning hot with shame that you were completely drenched, harboring a slick mess underneath the thin material.
“So wet, just from that?” he mocked. “You truly are a needy girl, aren’t you?”
You were. You couldn’t deny it. The evidence was plain as day to both of you, so you nodded, the slightest tilt of your chin up and down, confirming his words. His hand cupped your chin, slender scarred fingers digging into the soft skin of your cheeks cruelly, forcing you to confront blue eyes hard as sapphires, unforgiving, unyielding.
“You were so ready to throw yourself under another man today — clearly, you need a reminder of who you belong to.”
König half-guided, half-dragged you towards your bed by your hair, and you scrambled to keep up to relieve the painful tugging on your roots. Your chest hit the bed first, and your hips were immediately hauled back and up before you could get comfortable. Fingers shaky with urgent need slipped under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, impatiently rolling the wet garment over your hips and legs. He kicked his own pants and underwear off into a heap on the floor.
“Too long have I been lenient with you, allowing you to go on as you please, flaunting your disobedience. After tonight, there will be no forgetting that you are mine. ”
Fuck. The blood rushed from your head to add to the heat between your thighs, barely contained by your panties. Those words turned your brain into mush, your mouth refusing to form anything coherent in response. But that suited König just fine, not usually a man of many words, though emboldened in the bedroom, taking his role seriously.
The mattress shifted and creaked under his added weight as he lined himself up behind you. Usually, he prepped you before fucking you, using his mouth and fingers to ensure you were open and wet, not even considering penetration until you had cum once or twice at the very least.
Not today.
Today, there was no pretense, no foreplay, just the fat head of his cock impatiently stretching your entrance. It burned deliciously, but you were accustomed to the sensation as thick as König was. Each time you were with him was like the first; there was always that exquisite, stinging tug no matter how ready you felt you were, but it was brought to new heights today.
This was your punishment, your penance — and your pleasure.
You loved it.
You breathed deeply, your safeword still locked behind your lips as your cunt spasmed around his shaft, struggling to take him in. His girth displaced your walls as he leaned into you steadily, forward and back with gradually widening rocking motions — at least he allowed you this small mercy. If he didn't, he would have completely ruined you, surely ripped you in two. You were lucky that all the teasing and earlier thigh-riding had left you so wet and wanting, otherwise this would have been an entirely different experience.
Your walls eventually relaxed enough to allow him in further, and you arched your back to better accept him, groaning as the new angle caused his cock to massage your most sensitive inner spot. After what felt like eons, he eventually bottomed out within you, hot, swollen, pulsing inside your slick heat. Your chest tightened with how full you felt.
König didn’t wait then, immediately pummeling your much smaller form into the mattress with the raw power of his thrusts. The bed frame shifted on the metal floor with a harsh grating noise as his weight rocked you and the bed forward each time his hips collided into yours. Despite the fact that he wasn’t even touching your clit, you felt a climax rising at the rough treatment, at the primal way he claimed you so desperately, his harsh breaths loud behind the cloth mask that had fallen back down to completely cover his face.
You groaned, a wanton and debauched sound of yearning. You peeked over your shoulder at him as he gripped your waist with his large hands, keeping you from escaping. Seeing him like this, all sinew and lithe muscle, bare except for his mask did something to you.
And he knew it.
Power radiated from him as he didn’t hold back, and you panted through each movement that pushed the breath from your lungs, his cock reaching impossibly deep inside of you. Each thrust was accompanied by a feral grunt, as if he was putting everything he had into each pump of his hips, ensuring you wouldn’t ever be able to forget what it felt like to be filled with his cock.
You hoped you wouldn’t.
A curious finger brushed against your other tight entrance, yet untouched this evening. You let out a tiny squeak at the unexpected sensation. As soon as you opened your mouth, he lifted his hand and stuck his thumb inside, pressing down on your tongue without slowing the rolling of his hips. You obediently swirled your tongue around the digit, over calluses and scars, tasting metal and salt. His satisfied groan caused your cunt to tighten and leak around his shaft. Encouraged, you redoubled your efforts on getting the finger sloppy and wet — you knew where it was going next.
König withdrew his hand from your mouth and pressed his thumb against the tight rim of your ass until it gave way to the digit and popped inside. He kneaded handfuls of your bottom as he staked his claim on your holes, moving his thumb in and out in time with his thrusts. When your saliva began to dry, you heard him spit and felt a warm glob of spit drip down your crack. As humiliating as it was, you wanted his finger back in you, wanted the fullness, the odd but delectable sensation it provided. There was something so forbidden about it, like you weren’t supposed to enjoy it, but you did. You wiggled your bottom to present your willing hole to him once more.
“My dirty girl,” he murmured and stuck his thumb back inside you. “So eager to have your tight ass filled too, hm? Never satisfied.”
Your awareness fractured as he stuffed your cunt and toyed with your puckered hole, working you open until you were pushing back to meet his hips with the fleshy, solid slap of skin on skin. The pressure within you built and built, until it became something nebulous and all-consuming that slipped between your fingers, barely within your control.
His free hand snaked around to the front of you and strummed his fingers across your swollen clit, causing you to jerk and buck wildly beneath him. He worked you with an expert touch, like a maestro leading the way through a song, over every ebb and flow until the sweet music took on a life all its own. You’d almost just reached that point, when he stopped, those skilled fingers withdrawing from your slick folds.
“Please, König,” you whined, not caring how desperate you sounded right now.
König pulled out of you suddenly and flipped you over onto your back, gripping your legs to put them over his shoulders so your sopping cunt was pushed up and out, a vulgar display just for him.
“What do you need?” His gaze fixed on your lower half as if he could just devour you whole. “Ich möchte Dich betteln hören,” he murmured.
"Please." Your lashes fanned over your flushed cheeks as you looked down demurely. “I need to cum — please. Please let me.”
“Go on then,” he said lazily, pressing two fingers into you as a reward for asking so sweetly. The heel of his hand smashed against the delicate nub that pulsed with need and he rubbed you from the inside and outside, long fingers finding that secret spongy spot within that caused your mouth to fall slack. “Show me how good you can be for me."
The fire that had been burning low within you blazed anew, stoked by his praise, his hand, the permission, the heat of the degradation that fulfilled you in ways you didn’t even know how to begin to describe — but you didn’t question it, especially not now. You arched your back, every muscle in your body tightening, clenching around his fingers in rolling waves of ecstasy. He didn’t stop his stroking, coaxing more and more out of you until you were clawing at his wrist. You tried to pull him away as you broached overstimulation, but he was immovable as stone, not letting descend from the high of your climax. The zings of pleasure became so sharp they bordered pain as they surged through your body from your clit, but he didn’t relent.
“Surely you have one more,” he purred, adding a third finger into your wetness with a sloppy wet sound. “Keep being good for me.”
You didn’t think you could cum so quickly twice in a row, but he continued to murmur encouragement in his language, words you didn’t need translation to understand. This time, you couldn’t contain your cry of pleasure as another climax tore through you. It was different than before, blinding, deeper, more intense, a single powerful pulse that had you clenching your thighs together around his hand and wetness gushing around his fingers.
“Sehr gut,” he groaned, pulling out his fingers once your body finally eased.
Your face burned hot with embarrassment as he lifted his hand to his face and licked his fingers clean of your release, his tongue laving between them, not missing a single drop. His eyes closed in bliss as he worked, and you felt the tips of your ears burn as you watched the indecent show and listened to the sounds he made as he savored the taste of you.
He slid his cock along your folds, creating a slick noise in the otherwise quiet room. You sucked in your breath as his cock pushed past the puffy lips of your pussy into your well-used hole, more easily this time now that he’d already been inside and your fluids were spread all around it. He wrapped a hand around the slender column of your throat, his thumb stroking your windpipe. Your eyes widened, but he didn’t use any pressure, just gently readjusted his fingers on the sides of your neck.
It was clear to you both how little of his strength he would need to overpower you, to merely take what he wanted from you, have his way with you how and when he wanted. But instead, he pulled your submission from you, tugging on it like a single loose thread from a garment, winding it around a spool so he could remake you as he saw fit. You gave yourself to him willingly, allowing him to decide for you, when you’d had enough, when you needed more.
And tonight, he gave you exactly what you wanted. Instead of the slow and sensual passion you often shared, taking time to explore every inch of each other’s body, König had something to prove tonight, to you, to himself.
Once his hips were flush with yours, he pressed his hand to your lower abdomen, and your eyes shot open as you felt the bulge of his cock push against it. “See how perfectly I fit inside of you? You were made for taking this cock,” he praised. “Such a good girl for me, hm?”
You nodded your desperate agreement into the bunched-up sheets beneath you, tilted your hips up to try and encourage him to thrust, but he didn’t — not yet.
“And only for me. Say it,” he hissed.
“I’m yours, König. Only yours—”
You’d barely gotten out the second ‘yours’ when he resumed his punishing tempo, brutal thrusts that alternated from long and deep to short and quick ones that barely retreated from your dripping cunt. You clung to his back, bracing yourself, fingers digging into his flesh, relishing the feel of the powerful muscles and tendons shifting beneath your hands as he claimed you roughly.
You couldn't do much in this position, bent and curled beneath him, your hip joints strained to the limit as he crushed you into the mattress. Incoherent pleas tumbled from your trembling lips, not even sure what you were asking for, your grasp of language failing your bliss-clouded mind.
“Ja so, du hast noch nicht genug, was?” He punctuated his statement with a little squeeze to the sides of your neck, your arteries and veins rushing hot with desire beneath his fingertips. “Hm?”
“Yes,” you said weakly, not understanding but willing to agree to anything he asked at this point. “Please, give it to me — I want it.”
“Tonight I will fill you with my seed again and again, until no one can deny my claim on you or your body. Mine,” he snarled, the sound ripping from deep within him. “Soon, everyone will be able to see who you belong to,” he growled, snapping his pelvis into yours.
He released your neck, instead grabbing tight handfuls of your plump bottom, yanking your hips in the air to pull your body into his over and over. His fingernails dug tiny crescent moons into your skin, possessively gripping you. He stretched his thumb to rub tiny circles around your clit, pulling another orgasm to the brink.
All you could do was push your arms down against the mattress as he lifted you this way, your body half on the bed as he used you like a toy on his frenzied chase toward his release. His thrusts became sloppier and his hips stuttered and jerked, no longer an even rhythm.
“König,” you whined, his name a whisper, your belly tightening again. “Fuck!”
“Mine,” he grunted, a guttural sound that struck you through to your core.
He uttered the word with such ferocity, it sank into your bones, your marrow, until your blood sang with his name. You came again, the white-hot intensity overtaking all other senses. König pushed himself as deep as he could go, causing you to arch your back as the tip of his cock nudged the deepest part of you. His cock throbbed and twitched inside of you, filling you with warmth that rivaled your own as your body milked him for every drop he had to give.
König let you down slowly and lowered himself over you, still connected. He stayed like this, resting on his arms over you until his ragged breaths slowed. With a choked groan, he laid on his side and helped you do the same carefully. His softening cock slipped out of you in the shift, but to your surprise, he pushed it back into you as he spooned you before a single drop of his cum could leak out.
König took his mask off and slung his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him until you were flush against his form, no space between your bodies. His large body cupped yours perfectly, his chin resting at the crown of your head, protectively, possessively. His fingers interlaced yours, and he stroked the side of your finger with his thumb absentmindedly.
Looking at his hand next to yours made you realize the stark difference between you two — yours was small and soft, not yet calloused or scarred from war. His were large and rough, heavily calloused from years of wielding weapons, guns and knives and explosives, and scarred from those same fights. You hadn’t known much hardship yet, shielded against the worst of things by men like him. It was clear that he had already experienced enough for two lifetimes.
Your stomach sank as you knew that the fighting was not even close to being over yet.
You could feel Konig’s breathing behind you start and stop a few times as if he was going to say something. Though you’d only known him a few short months, the uncertainty of your shared future being in a warzone and the forced proximity of communal living quarters had pushed intimacy far more quickly than it might have normally happened. Your relationship had been a passionate whirlwind that made your head spin if you thought too hard, but had blossomed far beyond the physical, deeper than you had experienced with anyone else.
He breathed in again and let it out in a huff. Something weighed heavily on his mind, but he was too afraid to bring it up.
“What is it?” you asked softly, wrapping your arms around his forearm nestled against you.
He planted a kiss into your hair. “You…do just want me, right, my sweet?” König asked haltingly. “Am I…enough? Or…too much? Too rough?”
You tried to turn in his arms to face him, but he prevented the movement, instead holding you tighter against his chest. After another try, he finally released you, and you flipped to face him in bed, not caring about the slick mess now leaking out between your thighs. You could clean up later; he needed you now.
Pale moonlight poured into the room from the tiny window, causing the ends of his tousled hair to glow almost silver as you looked at him. His features were shadowed in the dark room, but you reached up to cup his face, running your thumbs along the tops of his high cheekbones before leaning forward to plant a tiny kiss on his forehead, the tip of his nose, and his lips.
“König,” you started softly. “You are enough just as you are. I’m sorry if I went too far messing around with Ghost today and crossed a boundary.” You felt the tension leave his body with just that reassurance, his shoulders sagging, jaw unclenching. “I only want you — really. If it bothers you, I won’t do it again.”
“No, little one. I enjoyed it, too.” He grinned suddenly, a brilliant flash of strong, white teeth. “I enjoy a challenge. It makes what comes after much more fun.” His smile quickly faded into something more wistful. “I just needed to hear you say that, is all.”
You pulled his face to your chest, and he closed his eyes and nuzzled against your breasts, the stubble scratchy and rough on your soft, plush skin. Your fingernails grazed his scalp, pulling soft noises of contentment from him as he curled his body against yours.
“You know…” he started once more, licking his lips. “I can be whatever it is that you need, if you tell me what that is.”
You gazed down with compassion at the man who looked almost comically large in your small bed, and felt a fluttering within your chest that you hadn’t felt before. From what you had gathered about him, as soon as he had reached adulthood, he had been thrown into a life of taking orders, doing whatever others commanded, becoming whatever they asked without question.
You didn't want that from him.
Your play allowed him to take back that control for a time, to be the one making decisions for himself and you — but now, that confidence had vanished. Nervousness rolled off him in waves and he trembled lightly in your arms, a sign of weakness he strove to keep from any of the others — except you.
“I want you to be yourself. Nothing more, nothing less.”
König nodded against you, his warm breath fanning out over your chest. His blue eyes fluttered open, sleepy and hazy from spent passion, but inner clarity still shone through. “I hope that what I am… is what you need.”
“It is.” You lifted his hand to your mouth and pressed a kiss to his scarred and scraped knuckles, enjoying the way his lips stretched into a sleepy smile. “I couldn’t ask for anything more.”