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you were put on a watch duty with könig, in the woods. Just the two of you. Patrolling the woods, your gun raised as you scanned the area for any sign's of unwanted soldiers. Suddenly, you felt one of königs large hands on your shoulder. Gently trying to get your attention.
"No soldiers, we're clear... For now." He spoke, you sighed. Your body relaxes as könig requested that you rest for a short while. You sat down, back against a tree as you placed your gun by your side. König just right by the tree you're resting on, an eye out in the distance.
After a few minutes, könig turned to you. "Maus, how about a little game of hide and seek?" He asked.
"Why'd that pop in your head?" You asked back, raising an eyebrow.
"Ohh, well... We're in the woods.. Trees and leaves everywhere.. It'd be a perfect place for it." He answered shortly after with a chuckle, his mask muffled his laughter.
"Well... Okay, sure. Why not?" You say, getting up and stretching your body before facing him with a smirk. "Who's hiding?"
“You,” He murmured, leaning his rifle against the trunk of the tree as he suddenly rested both his hands above your head, cornering you between his arms. A low growl emanated from under the hood of his mask as he continued, sending shivers down your spine. “But if I catch you Mein Schatz…I get to fuck you.”
With the sudden change in his demeanor, you swallowed thickly as a familiar heat blossomed in your gut. You nodded your head weakly, knees starting to buckle underneath you.
“Then go little mouse. I’ll count to ten.” He said with a jerk of his head, signaling for you to run.
And you did. You quickly set your own weapon down next to his as you took off as fast as you could, jumping over fallen logs and ducking through the underbrush before finding a small cave-live hole to hide in.
The hiding spot itself wasn’t very deep, having been made by overgrown moss layering over several fallen trees, but it was enough.
Or so you thought.
You covered your mouth with your hand to muffled your ragged breathing as you heard the leaves crunch, the tell-take sign of someone walking, no…*stalking* through.
When the sound was at it’s loudest, basically right next to where you hid, you felt a mixture of fear and anticipation build in your mind, until they slowly faded away and you couldn’t hear them anymore.
You had let your hands drop from your mouth as a sigh of relief escapes you, but then a pair of large hands had grabbed your ankles, and dragged you from your hiding spot.
Letting out a scream, you thrashed your body and tried to kick your legs free as Konig loomed over you, eyes wide with an almost animalistic ferocity.
“I caught you now little mouse,” he growled, quickly pinning your body down underneath his. “I believe it’s time for my reward.”
Squirming underneath his weight, Konig easily undid the belts and straps of your gear with one hand. Almost tearing the fabric of your pants, he roughly shoved the article of clothing down your legs and pulling them off, exposing your skin to the cold air.
As he sat up, Konig roughly grabbed your hips and hoisted your thighs apart and onto his shoulders as he pulled his mask up over his nose, his teeth bared and sharp canines gleaming menacingly in the light.
You let out a loud, choked moan as he wasted no time shoving his tongue past your folds, licking up your slick that had started to leak out the moment he proposed his idea. You could feel his tongue pushing against your inner walls, a mixture of drool and slick starting to drip from his lips.
It was both euphoric and torturous at the same time. It was not enough but also overwhelming.
He devoured you like a man starved.
By the time he’d pulled away, your eyes had glazed over with pleasure, a familiar and pleasurable twitch to your body as you gazed over to him, eyes quickly clearing and face reddening in embarrassment.
Konig’s mouth was coated with dark red blood, dripping from his mouth and down as if he were a vampire, feasting on his last meal.
“I-I’m sorry…if I’d have known…you can stop-” Your mouth rambled with words you didn’t have time to process as apologies were spoken left and right.
But Konig just gave you a dark look and another low growl before speaking. “Don’t apologize.” He warned, a dangerous glint to his eyes. “Your blood tastes fucking exquisite, Mein Schatz.”
Before you had time to register his words, he quickly dove back in, tongue fucking into you roughly as he sucked greedily at the mess.
In that moment, you only had one thought: He was a monster.
And you were his prey.