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your captain will be pleased.
i hate that guy.
[name] gave you a compliment⊠so you hate him?
you have the right to remain silent. i wish to god youâd exercise it.
spectres are trouble.
next time we go out, letâs try not to park in a colony of mutant zombies. just thinking out loud here.
i donât like having him on boardâ call me paranoid.
they have a right to send someone to keep an eye on their investment.
yeah, that is the official storyâ but only an idiot believes the official story.
so thereâs more going on here than the captainâs letting on?
he sounds angry. something must have gone wrong with the mission.
the galaxy can be a very dangerous place.
i figured there was something you werenât telling us.
there must be a reason you didnât tell me about this.
the last time humanity made a discovery like this, it jumped our technology forward two hundred years.
obviously, this goes beyond mere human interests.
humans donât have the best reputation.
you showed a remarkable will to liveâ a particularly useful talent.
sorry, but thereâs no award for most times shot.
why would a turian want a human in the spectres?
i only care that you can do the job.
eden prime will be the first of several missions together.
what do you know about the protheans?
we all owe the protheans a great debt.
why is this beacon so important?
we are under attack! taking heavy casualtiesâ i repeat: heavy casualties!
everything cuts out after that. no comm traffic at allâ just goes dead.
this mission just got a lot more complicated.
grab your gear and meet us in the cargo hold.
your teamâs the muscle in this operation, [name].Â
what about survivors?
i move faster on my own.
humanity needs a hero, and well, youâre the best weâve got.
iâll stand behind you. youâre a damned hero in my books.
and you wonder why i hate politicians.
sneaking up on me like that nearly got you killed!
youâve made your decisionâ i wonât waste my breath.
can we trust him?
honestly? this isnât how i pictured my career coming to an end.
your words are as empty as your feature.
i know how to look after myself, but i appreciate the help. thank you.
youâd kill a thousand innocent civilians to end a war without a second thought.
why is it when someone says âwith all due respectâ, they really mean âkiss my assâ?
i can see why this place is so popular. itâs got quite the⊠view.
surrender, or donât. that would be more fun.
how about thisâ you pretend you didnât see me, iâll pretend i didnât see you.
this wasnât covered in my training manuals.
why do people keep asking you to do something incredibly dangerous for them?
i know weâll all be court-martialed if this doesnât work out, but part of me loves this!
you canât bludgeon your way through bureaucracy.Â
just because i like you doesnât mean i wonât kill you.
your species must know its place.
in case you hadnât noticed, this whole place is falling apart!
iâm pleased that the imminent destruction of all organic life has improved your career opportunities.
smells like smoke and death.
you the one in charge here?
whereâs the rest of your squad?
you couldnât have done anything to save them.
we could use your help, [name].
itâs time for payback.
describe what happened leading up to the attack.
not sure iâd be able to tell if one was a spectre, anyway.
I wanna hear about your mindcanons on turian body language/non-verbal communication. Imma just put mine in a list. Plz copy and fill in your own? Or just add some if you like. <3
Frown: Mandibles pull tight to the jaw, sometimes with an audible click.
Surprise: Mandibles flutter, browridges pop upward. May chirr a bit if it's a positive event.
Anger: Chin tilts down, mandibles close to jaw and slightly down, eyes squint.
Threatening/sneer: Mandibles down and close to jaw, nasal plates flex higher.
Taunting: Chin up to show a little throat, mandibles slightly open.
Yes/nod: Head tilts up and back just a bit to show a little throat, mandibles may flick open briefly.
No: Head dips, subvocals buzz, mandibles tight.
Whatever: An uneven shrug that shifts and resettles the cowl and shoulders.
Sadness: Browridges and mandibles down, gaze low, shoulders/cowl high. Subvocals may croon sorrowfully.
Teasing: Eyes may squint, mandibles click a couple times against jawline.
Question: May whistle questioningly, a single mandible might come up and out along with a head tilt.
Amused: May chirr, subvocals might roll a bit. Mandibles loose, and may flick slightly and quickly. Eyes may crinkle.
Hurt: Mandibles tight to the jaw and high up. Subvocals flatten. Head turned away and arms cross under the chest/keel.
Excited: Mandibles may flutter frequently, accidentally clicking against jaw in child-like glee. Browridges high.
Curious: Head tilted, one or both mandibles may waver or tilt as well, mandibles might move unevenly, one or both browridges may rise, head forward and neck stretched.
Delight: May trill. Mandibles swing wide, browridges pop high, jaw may dip a bit as the overall chin posture rises.
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I have more, but a lot of them are variations on a theme or combinations of the above. Now gimme yours! :)
Halloo!! Am back. Sorry I was gone. Had to deal with a dear friendâs suicide back in October and then my mental health went wack. Broke up with my ex who because he cheated on me FOUR times [He left me cuz Im apparently too emotional for expressing how hurt I am] and spread shit around. Um I also picked up vtubing and itâs fun so far ><
And on the end of January my long time crush and best friend [Iâve known him for 2 months and yes I get attach too fast TT] asked me out and is now my boyfriend. Heâs a Colonel >:D
Life seems good. Anyways, what do you guys think of Alejandro? I plan to do something with him in the third chapter uwu
So, I plan to drop out of school to focus on therapy and untangle the strings in my head. And in doing so, I thought maybe I could work on chapter 3 while I'm at it^^
You never have to make it up to anyone for not posting! Iâm sending love and hope youâre doing okay <3<3 Please make sure to always put yourself first, weâll still be here when ur back :)))
hello, just wanted to know how you are doing?? I hope your mind is treating you kindly, grief is a terrible thing to endure and I hope you have a good support network with you to keep you afloat, do take care <3
Thank you. To be honest I'm in such a bizzare place right now. Depressed and whatnot, tho I am trying to write chapter 3. However, if I'm honest, I might post it at around January. I just need tine to breatheâ€ïžâšïž
hii, Sorry I wanted to ask you if there was a way you could let me know when you'll release the 3rd chapter of that König's story. I love how you write and I can't wait for it to be released, thankss.
I would probably post again around November because October is a very hard month for me and I'm dealing with a loss of a friend from suicide. So, I'm still mourning. Not to mention, mental health is lowkey wack. Also, sorry for the wait, y'all. I'll try to make it up to all of you^^
Okie, so while I marinate Chapter 3 in the sauce, what kind of smut do you guys want?
"Why isn't König in the poll?"
Cause I already wrote a smut about him and am currently writing a fic for our beloved giant UwU
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for the very long wait. My body gave out on stress and I passed out the side of the road this Monday on my way home. Also, I was manic and I had an episode yesterday so yayeet. Also, I read all your comments in the last chapter and asvbhbvdvdhdhfhv I LOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS. THANK YOU SO MUCH RAHHHHHH. Anyways, enjoy the chapter! UwU
WARNING: NON-CON/DUB-CON, DARK, SMUT, NSFW, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Fingering, Stomach Bulge, Age Gap, Unprotected Sex, Cockwarming, Implied Discharge, Power Imbalance, Abuse of Authority, No Beta Reader, Dom! König, Size Kink, Size Difference, Cannibalism, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Cannibalistic Thoughts, Older!König, Eldritch!König, Monster!König, Masturbation, Dark Romance, Blood and Gore, Violence, Monsterfucking
THE ONLY INTERESTING THING TO DO AT KORTAC, if he wasnât out and about in the field, was apparently dwelling in the thought of committing fraternization â and König chided himself that he was better than this.
But thereâs nothing to worry about. Of course, he isnât losing sleep overthinking the eager look on your face to get in his good gracesâhis approval and validation. No. he isnât staying up late, seeing your adorable pouty lips and sweet-looking eyes glancing up at him because youâre too small whether you stood or sat. Especially, the softness of your flesh when he held your chin to make you look at him, or the warmth of your body when he soothed you from seeing those disgusting pictures.
König definitely does not want to know every detail of your lifeâwhat your flesh taste like pressed against his tongue, what it feels like as the tentacles on his face roam your body and leaving slick in its trail, what you like or hate, what blood type you have, how soft your hair is when heâs gripping it in his fingers while heâs shoving his cock deep in your little cunt, what your favorite position in bed is, what it feels like to have your pussy milking him desperately as he breeds you again and again until youâre pregnant with his children.
No.
No.
Who the hell was he kidding?
Heâs is a fucking pervertâthe apple doesnât fall far from the tree.
What heâs doing is fucking disgusting and he canât believe that heâs thinking this way about you. God, König knows heâs a thousand shades of fucked up, but he did not expect to be like this. The colonel never expected heâd go this fucking low. He doesnât want to be like heâs fatherâa disgusting fucker who was selfish and sick in the headâbut he canât help but fall straight down the rabbit hole and into the maws of the abyss of his own wicked desires.
König is a fucking disgusting creep because youâre so sweet, calm and understanding when he threw the first few layers of ugliness from his soul, dumping it on your lap, and you so graciously comforted him. He is disgusting because youâre literally twenty-three years younger than him, old enough to be his daughter, and yet your eagerness to obtain his approval has him losing his shit. You have him losing his morals. The softness of your skin has him wanting more, his teeth clenched with poorly contained desire, and yet he demands more â to be closer, to reach into the depths of your soul and twist it until youâre as fucked up as he isâcraving him the way he craves you. You have him understanding why his father did what he did because now he thinks that maybe the sick fuck couldnât control himself in the presence of his âAphroditeâ.
And you⊠you were Königâs âAphroditeââthe embodiment of his desires, both good and bad.
He is a fucking pervert because you were eager to help him in this manhunt for the so-called beast. Eager and desperate to advance in the ranks of the military â thatâs all you were probably hoping, but instead of following the logical side, König had let himself be swayed by the waves of his depravity.
König was always proud of his self-control â his more human nature that he had inherited from his beloved mother. He never thought the day would come where these sickening thoughts would run in his mind. He was a monster, yes, but nature does have a way of being more predominant than nurture. At least, in this case. It didnât even matter that his mother â who despised and loved him at the same time â had engrained the Lordâs teachings into his head or the holy scriptures that she would beat into his flesh.
All those teachings went to waste because at the end of the day, he was his fatherâs son.
He could see the disappointing and disgusted look on his motherâs face right now.
But all that washes away when his mind comforts him with the thoughts of you. The way your pretty eyes look up at him through long lashes, the way your voice addresses him has desire pumping in Königâs veins. Because somehow, when it comes to you, he feels calm as he feels the need to lash out. He feels the need to bite and claw at you, marking you as his own little wife to love and to fuck. He wants to rip off his mask in front of you and make you braid his hair and weave flowers into it because you called him âbeautifulâ, wants to let one of his tentacles slither around your neck while he bites you and marks you as his. His little and eager to please mateâhis beloved wife-to-be.
He can still see your pouty face, as if youâre there right in front of him. Your pretty wide eyes looking up at himâlooking at him as if he wasnât a disgusting monsterâlike an actual breathing person. Your scent lingers in his nose for the past two days. You smelled delicious â divine, if heâs honest. You reeked of the shower gel that you use, and that suffocating perfumeâor is it a cologne?âthat youâre using to make yourself fresh. Several thoughts ran in his head, wanting nothing more than to smother you in his scent. Rubbing his smell all over you, until every single beingâdoesnât matter if mortal or notâwould know that youâre his.
The thought itself had his cock twitching more than it did before. Itâs throbbing hard, leaking precum all over his hand as he pumps it with his fist while the other grips the sheets. Judging from your smaller form against his, youâd definitely be fucking tight, which was why he was gripping it mercilessly. The pictures of pin-up girls had long been discarded. He doesnât need those when he has your pretty face, adorable ass, and alluring scent engraved in his mind. Heâs a fucking perverted old dog⊠and it was all because of you.
König wants to have you on his knees before him. Relieving him of his stress by wrapping your adorable lips around the head of his dick, soft tongue lapping at the precum heâs making as if youâre a goddess and the gushing liquid was ambrosiaâthe very thing you needed to live.
He wants to take care of you, cradle you in his arms and pepper your face with kisses and show you how much he can just provide for youâKorTac isnât cheap in their payments, and he is one of their best mercenaries they have, not counting the huge mess he has made that his superiors are ordering him to clean up. He was too valuable for them to lose, so theyâre just asking him to wipe away the evidence and pin the blame on some poor soldier who was there at the wrong place at the right time.
König wants nothing more than to hold you close. He canât even think about letting you fall in the grasp of another manâwhether they be as old as him or young as your age, whichever you preferâbecause you are fragile as you are gullible. He can tell by the way your eyes glimmer at him or the kindness that blossoms on your face whenever you cater to the soldiers under your command, acting as if youâre a mother to them. He wants you to be his. His little, beloved wife. Waiting for him in the house heâd buy for you in Hallstatt or maybe heâd catch you walking along the shoreline of the lake while youâre telling stories of yours and his love story to his unborn child that grows in your womb.
By God König wanted you more than anything.
Heâs thinking of putting you on your knees, preferably on his bed so it wouldnât make you uncomfortable in the long run, so you can be comfortable while he shoves his cock down your throat. Your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, little whines and moans vibrating from you and on to his length and muffled from how strong his thrusts are inside your tight, wet, and warm mouth.
 Your face would be messy, mascara running down your cheeks, if you had any, and lip gloss smeared and staining his cock. And König would try to be gentle, so he wouldnât end up breaking you, but itâd be impossible when youâre so eager to please him. Youâd have trouble barking out orders and speaking normally, because he knows heâd wreck your throat by the time heâs done with you.
König is fantasizing about itâhaving you in such a state, making use of your delicate mouth and moving tongue.
But guilt flashes across his mind. No. No, he couldnât do that to you. Youâre a fragile little thingânot to mention a human. Youâre like an adorable little mouse beneath him. Breaking you would break him tooâhurting you would hurt him too.
He is a worthless monster, a disgusting being that should be shot dead for just thinking of youâhis klein haseâlike this. That woman who read his future was right. He was depraved. Heâd ruin youâŠ
But God have mercy on him because he couldnât bring himself to care enough to back the fuck away from you.
Your name falling from his lips like a prayer, chanting your name as if youâd be able to save him from eternal damnation â and maybe you could, in your own human way. A primal and dark urge to have you in his full mercy, waiting for him to claim you. He⊠He just wants to be accepted by people, to be welcomed by his peers, but none of it matters now because he just wants to be accepted by you. Heâs panting and groaning, pumping his dick several times, chasing that climax. He is shamelessly hard, cock angry as it's about to burst.
König feels dirty for this. He felt like a teenage boy whoâs jerking off to his crush. And despite that, heâs imagining you sucking on his cock or having your forehead pressed against his, whispering how much you love him and how you canât wait to be filled with his cock. He imagines your cum-drunk expression, eyes glazed as your head is muddled and filled with nothing but pleasure, and that makes him cum; thick ropes of white shooting out from the tip, while his cock pulsates as he pumps it continuously before gradually slowing to a halt.
He keeps cumming, more than he usually does. The white, thick liquid staining his abdomen, pants, and sheets. He moans, biting his lips in a poor attempt to conceal his pathetic whimpers. His release covering his handâsticky and disgustingly warm. Bless KorTac for allowing him and other high-ranking superiors to have their own room, because he knows goddamn well that he wonât be able to commit such sinful acts in communal barracks.
Post-nut clarity hits him hard, almost the same way his mother would, and heâs shameful for what he had just done. The two of you barely know each other, only getting information about you out of your files, and yet he was infatuated with you the moment you arrived on KorTac that sunny day. And yet he fell in love completely in just a matter of two days after talking with you.
He wants to resent you for what you made him do. He wants to worship you and mark your body with his marks. He wants to be left aloneâpreferably in your arms while you stroke his hair and look at him lovingly because no one ever looked at him the same way you do.
âMein Gott, Shatz. What are you doing to me, liebling?â
König pants, letting his head fall back into the pillow as he sighed. His muscles relaxed, so much that he feels like heâs going to be one with the mattress. He lays there for a bit in his own bodily fluids before he got up to clean himself and get changed, replacing the sheets with cleaner ones.
âColonel, are you there?â
Your soft voice came to his ears, making him stop in his tracks. Was he delusional to the point that heâs imagining your voice? Heâs losing it. Heâs definitely losing it because no way in hell did you sought him out atâhe glances at his clock and sees that itâs 24:58 on a Wednesdayâthis late in the night. König ignores the voice, opting to throw himself back into the bed, cuddling his pillows and imagining that itâs you.
âColonel?â Your voice echoes, followed by a soft knock. âSir? This is very important, Iâm sorry.â
Oh. Oh. No, heâs not actually hearing things. Youâre actually outside his door. König wore his mask, covering his ugliness because he didnât want to scare a pretty little thing like you. It would be too soon for you to see his face. Itâd be like putting a frog straight in boiling water instead of heating it up little by little.
He rushed to fix the cloth over his head, zipping and buttoning his pants. König almost tore the bolts of his door just to immediately see you, and when he swung the door openâalmost ripping it off the hingesâhe saw you standing there with several dossiers in your arms. Your pretty doe-like eyes, the ones he fantasized about as he came literally just seconds ago, looks up at him with a sheepish gaze. You smile apologetically up at him, neck craning to properly look at him. He sees the way your eyes glanced at his shirtless torso before flickering up to look at him.
Were you attracted to him the same way he is to you?
Did your cunt also drip at the thought of him, the same way his cock throbs at the mere thought of you? Did you also touch yourself when you were alone the past two days after you two spoke to one another? Did you also call out his name? Whimpering and panting as you flicked your clit and plunged your tiny fingers in your weeping pussyâ
âSorry to disturb you so late at night, I was ordered to give you these documents. Horangi said that I deliver these to you because it needs your immediate approval, sir.â
You say to him, spouting out your reasons and he can see that youâre doing so in hopes of not angering him because you think youâve disturbed his sleep. How adorable. König keeps a note to himself to tell Horangi not to let you out this late at night; he doesnât want you being suspected as the killer. Your cheeks are slightly red, and König finds red pretty on your face. So much so that he wants to just grab your squishy cheeks and pepper it with kisses. Maybe nibble on it affectionately.
âItâs alright. No worries. Come in, Schatz.â
He moves aside, letting you in. And, oh boy, you eagerly entered his chambers as you rushed to the desk in his room. You bend over to place the heavy papers on his table, and he has half a mind to bend you over the desk, tear off your clothes, and fuck you stupid until all you can do is mewl and whine on his cock. The fact that he was imagining you on your knees, choking on his cock or pumping it with your hands while you whispered sweet nothing to him five minutes ago didnât help the colonel either.
âIâm really sorry. I know youâre probably sleepingââ
âI said it is fine, liebling. No need to lose your head over nothing, ja?â
He finds it endearing that he calms you, that his words weigh that much for you. Usually, heâs used to barking orders, establishing things with force. And yet, when he speaks to you softly, reassuring you, that itâs alright if you waltz into his roomâinto his heart, evenâand take whatever you wanted is a nice change of pace. Heâd give more to you on your way out, because he loves you. He wants to marry you. He wants to take you back with him to Austria. Youâre beautiful in gear, but König knows youâd be more beautiful in maternity dresses.
But he is sane about you. Completely sane about you. Totally normal. Absolutely nothing wrong with his state of mind regarding you. Everyone loves strongly, ja?
âItâs late at night, and I donât want you to end up as a corpse in the halls, liebling. Let me escort you to your quarters, ja?â He says softly, walking up to you as he effortlessly moves the paperwork that were practically heavy for you. âIt would ease me to sleep, knowing youâre safe and sound in your bed.â König pats your head.
âI⊠um⊠are you sure, sir?â You look at him, confused as you tilt your head in confusion. âYou must be tired for the day, and Iâve already taken up much of your time.â
He ignored your words of worry as he grabbed his hoodie and wore it, finally giving you an ounce of mercy because as much as he loves the way your eyes are drawn to his torso, he also doesnât want to give you cardiac arrest just because he was being too much for you.
Now that youâre here in his room, alone with the colonel, your heart hums nervously. You pray that no soldier would see you walk out of his room at this hour. Because you donât want to burden him with silly rumors when heâs drowning in paperwork, focusing on an investigation, and you don't want to add up to his plate.
âI want to protect you from harm, Schatz. With me around, I doubt the beast would hurt you.â
Lies. No, wait. Itâs not all lies, so basically just half-truths. With König around, the thing that lurks in the halls of KorTac would never hurt you, if anything it would worship the ground you walk on. Ask him to give you a town for your dowry, and he would enslave every continent on Earth and lay it by your feetâbecause the thing in the dark is him, and he loves you, and he wants to give you the world.
âOkay. I mean⊠if thatâs okay with you, sir.â
âKönig.â
âWhat?â
âPlease, mein liebe. I would appreciate it if we drop the formalities. We are comrades, ja?â
âAlright⊠as I was saying, I⊠Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to burden you, König.â
âYouâre not a burden. Not to me⊠not if itâs you, mein liebling.â
Your face scrunched up in confusion with the way he addressed you. It sounds like German, and the way he pronounces it makes you feel important. You donât know German, and you kick yourself mentally because you wish you knew what he was calling you. For all you know, heâs calling you stupid affectionately. Because it took you weeks before you realize Izzy was calling you âstupidâ in the most affectionate way possible, so whoâs to say the colonel is any different?
Before you can ask him what the words mean, he walks past you, opening the door for you. You walk out his room, thankful that no oneâs there to see the two of you together.
You two walk down the halls, side by side. And poor little you.t youâre practically walking alongside the devil. The halls are empty, devoid of any soul. The trip to your room was quiet, no one is around, obviously. Soldiers were already asleep, and those who didnât need to follow the curfew were chilling in their room or buried in neck-deep paperwork in their offices.
König wished he wasnât the monster right now. He wished it was someone else, because he wants an opportunity for him to be a hero. To be a protector. To put up all of his pent-up aggression on someone else while you praise him for his strength and bravery. Maybe shower him with loving kisses, even. He wants something to try and kill him, just so he can show you that he can protect you from anything and anyone who would want to kill you, but then you stop in front of your room, making you turn and smile at him.
He loved your smile, the way your skin stretched and your adorable features twist just to give him a kind gesture
âWell. This is my stop.â You offer him a warm smile, unaware that itâs a currency that König could never afford yet you willingly give it to him for free. âThank you⊠for looking out for me, König.â
âYouâre a valuable soldier. It would be a shame if the thing lurking the base comes and kills you, ShatzâI want you safe.â He smiles at you beneath the mask, and the way his eyes crinkle is adorable and you know heâs smiling when they do that. âFor as long as Iâm able to, Iâll protect you, okay?â
His fingers gently held your chin, afraid that heâd break you at the slightest pressure. Your heart thumps in your chest. How could Roze or Izzy ever tell you to avoid him? He was practically a sweetheart. The colonel wanted you safe more than anything, isnât that enough to warrant an inch of friendship from you?
Your eyes met his, those eyes that remind you of a storm at sea, are filled with nothing but warmth. It makes your breath hitch with how⊠oddly intimate it feels. Youâre sure that if you werenât a soldier, if the two of you met outside the forces, as civilians, without the medals and badges, youâre sure that he wouldâve kissed you right then and there. It felt like your heart was about to explode â itâs too overwhelming.
So, you forced yourself to look away, stepping back and away from his graspsâfrom his touch. The absence of his touch makes your head clear without realizing it felt hazy in the first place. Such a strange effect that the colonel has on you.
König is displeased that youâve put more distance between you two, but he doesnât show it. He doesnât want to make you worry, despite the adorable look on your face whenever you do look troubled. So, König opts to pat you on the head briefly.
âSleep tight, Schatz. Donât forget to lock your door, ja?â
âAlright, coâKönig. Good night.â
As you shut your doors, the monster outside stood there for a few more minutes before it walked away.
âDid something good happen today, colonel?â
âNone of your concern, major.â
Horangi was as sharp as ever, deep voice rumbling in his chest which intimidated most people around him. He was also the only one in the ranks to be able to speak casually with his superior â even though all of KorTac members usually avoid the giant soldier since they donât really want to risk being discharged because they canât function properly anymore. Horangi was the closest thing König has to a friend â which is kind of sad since a former gambling addict was the only one who can tolerate his shit and can understand him, even with his hood permanently on.
But Horangi was right.
Something good did happened.
You happened.
âThat new lieutenant.â König starts. âIf youâre sending her out to deliver files, tell me so I can escort the klein hase to her destination,â the colonel orders him, âI do not wish for her to be hurt.â
He spent the night awake, drinking and shredding it in the gym, trying so hard to put your adorable face out of his mind. You were out of sight alright, he hasnât seen you running around base for the day because heâs too busy cooped up in his office and signing off the papers that youâve given him hours ago, but the way your facial features would get distorted into something more adorable every single time he closed his eyes was highly concerning.
And he calms himself down in those wee hours the same way he did moments before you knocked on his doorâjerking himself off until he felt nothing but self-hatred and the yearning of having your soft body pressed up against his.
âSheâs a lieutenant, König.â Horangi snort. âYou know I donât recruit the weak.â
âSheâs a woman,â König responds, âIâm not saying sheâs weak, but most soldiers in base are men⊠Iâm sure you can see where Iâm going with this.â
âShe can handle herself.â
âAnd what of the monster on the loose?â
âWhy? Do you plan on eating her next?â
â⊠Perhaps.â
König thinks for a moment. It should be easier if he would have an official legal reason to keep you by his side. Have your desk literally in his office so he can always keep his eyes on you, make sure no one lays a finger on you. König chucks his delirious thoughts to the lack of sleep, his fingers held down the paper while he wrote with his pen, but he wished he was holding you down and fucking into your wet cunt instead. He had those things before â overthinking about the tiniest details in someone he never truly knew, but understood that he canât be with themâit could be his childhood crushes that he could never had thanks to his hideous appearance⊠and anxiety. It could be fantasizing about a pretty woman that caught his attention one dayâimagining a life with them, multiple kids, and maybe a dog or two. König is aware that he has a problem , but not like⊠this; never dangerous.
The problem was that he knows he can have you.
Perhaps not in a traditional way. No. He canât court you, thatâs against the rules, and König wished nothing more that you were a civilian instead of a soldier. Because of your badge, he couldnât be with you. He has half a mind to snatch you away and leave you as his perfect little bedmate because he knows you would never marry a monster like him, so abducting you was⊠reasonable. He can shower you with gifts in your captivity, decorating you with all the gold and jewel in the world while heâs fucking his child into you. He can have his men kidnap you, and yes, it is inhumane but you would be happy with him as his wife than a woman playing as a lieutenant. He would soothe your worries, fuck you every single hour with no rest until his cock rearranges your insides and impregnate you until he can convince you that he was the perfect mate for you, and then boom â happily ever after.
He knows that he can have you.
And it drives him crazy because he has never felt a strong urge to want  something so bad in his life. At this point, itâs not even a want. Itâs a need. Itâs hilarious how the two of you barely knew each other, but König was head over heels for you. He wants you by his side, whether youâre willing or not.
âHave you eaten?â Horangi asked.
âNot yet.â König answered.
Thatâs how he found himself sitting down at the mess hall, eating this food that was barely stimulating his senses. Horangi didnât join him, said he had to attend a meeting with his soldiers since a complaint was given to him. It was good, actually. There was rice, three hamburger steak, gravy and mashed potatoes. They gave him a bigger serving simply because he was a giant man, it only made sense to give him enough sustenance to function. The food was delicious, but König didnât really pay attention much to it.
Now that he has had a taste of youâyou giving him kind words and smiling at himâKönig couldnât get enough. You were like a drug. He want to pin you down, ravage you in bed, feel your walls clamp and spasm around his cock over and over again while youâre reduced to nothing but mewls with a cum-drunk expression the same way a drug addict heats heroin over a spoon before injecting it into their systems.
He needs you under him, panting and blushing, lips puffy from kisses, skin glazed with sweat and marked with his lips and teeth.
He needs you under him, creaming on his cock while he stretches out your cunt deliciously â taking him to the hilt like a good girl, cock forming a bulge on your abdomen. Juices dripping on to the sheets while he suckles on your nipple, his other hand groping your other tit.
He needs you under himâ
âColonel?â
Königâs eyes snapped up and locked on to yours, and the concern scribbled on to them has his heart swooning over you once more. Your brows are turned upward with worry and you standing in front of the table he was sitting at, calling out to him has him wanting to put you on his lap and nuzzle against the crook of your neck. He smiles underneath the mask, seeing you again, blessing his eyes with your beauty.
âAh, liebling. What brings you my way?â
âRoze is on a mission and Izzy is currently in a meeting, and every seat is taken. So, I was wondering if I can sit with you.â
âOf course, mein liebe. Your company is always welcome.â
You can sit on his lap.
You can sit on his face, ride him while he eats you out. Tongue lapping at your sweet juices as you cum on his face. God, he wants to spoil you. Cover you with kisses and embrace you because he loves you.
To König, youâre adorable when you eat. Your cheeks puffing a little like a chipmunk as you chew your food, before gulping some of your water. Thereâs a bit of mashed potato smeared by the side of your lips, and you donât seem to notice. Before he can stop himself, his fingers had made contact with your skin, wiping away the stain. He sees you visibly froze, eyes widening so adorably.
âYou had mashed potato on your face.â König chuckled, wiping the food off of his gloves with a tissue.
âO-ohâŠâ You stutter, smiling sheepishly. âSorry. I was hungry⊠I missed breakfast.â
Your cheeks turned red, flustered at his gentle gesture, and König eats that shit up. His mind keeping the moment in his head. His desires spilling over it like ink; tainting a shared innocent memory between you two. He stares at you for a solid minute, engraining your features into his memoryâas if he hasnât memorized your face at this pointâand smiles softly beneath the mask. There are scars all over his body, including his face, and the tentacles on his face struggles not to reach out to you and feel your skin against it.
He wants you to know that he would do anything for you. How heâs willing to lay down his life for you. How heâs willing to protect you from anything because youâre all he ever wanted in his whole life. You would appreciate a man with scars, right? After all, itâs a sign of bravery.
König took part in many battles, too many to count with his tentacles and fingers and toes combined; spent his youth training to be the best killer possible. He took part in many conflicts and killed hundreds, maybe thousands even, while feeling nothing but recoil. He isnât afraid of anything â maybe, except for talking to people sometimes. Itâs not like heâs terrified of them, but rather afraid of making a fool of himself. König always hated talking to people, but being colonel meant he had to communicate to soldiers under his command and his superiors.
He isnât afraid of anything. But⊠he is afraid of you finally seeing underneath the mask and thinking that you, in fact, find him revolting to look at.
The colonel takes one look good at you, and figures that maybe itâs worth the internal turmoil if it meant that he would have you by his side. He would agree to get as many ranks as possible if that meant he could provide for you and have you quit your job as a soldier. If that would allow him to come home to every day and night instead of sleeping alone in his room.
âI suppose you enjoy your breakfast, liebling?â König chuckled, and your face just goes even more red.
âItâs delicious,â You answered, smiling sheepishly.
He loves it when you smile. Obsessed with itâthe way your eyes twinkle with delight whenever you cast your gaze at him without a hint of disgust.
 And you with those pretty doe-eyes of yours say, âSure! Set the time and date, colonel.â
Other soldiers are looking. Theyâre glancing at you and him, but you donât seem to notice the stares or the fact that it had gone slightly quiet. He is a creep, weirdo and all the words in a song that heâs been blasting in his tiny headphones these past few days because he can smell the sweetness of your perfume and the way you are smiling at him with such unbridled admiration was driving him mad.
âHow about this Thursday, ja?â König inquired, wanting to hear your opinion on the matter.
no joke you might be one of the best könig writers iâve ever read. much love <33
SHUT UP! NO WAY THIS IS MAKING ME BLUSH AJDJSJAJ THANK YOU, I'M SO HONOURED TO POTENTIALLY BE ONE OF THE BEST WRITERS >< I wear I'm gonna spoil you guys more on the next chapter I swear ><
just read apple of my eye and goodness gracious, it's SO good! i'm practically shaking with excitement for the next chapter. i love the way reader is characterized and könig is so deliciously possessive? needy? delusional? i'm not sure how to put it into words. (also in the case of the female form for Leutnant it would be meine not mein. but i'm not quite sure if there is a female title for Leutnant in German!)
Hiyaaaa!!! Omo, I'm glad you and the others love it!!! Also thank you for telling me this info, I'll be sure to change it once I've posted chapter 2 ><
Okay okay König being a walking red flag is just so ughhhhâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž LIKE SHIT GOT ME GIGGLING WHEN I TYPE IT I SWEAR AND HEHE I'M SO EXCITED TO SHOW YOU GUYS CHAPTER TWO BUT I HAVE TO TAKE A BREAK EVERY NOW AND THEN CAUSE I GET SO EXCITED FROM TYPING RAAAHHHHHHHHHH
AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I've said before, English isn't my first language, so this would e fun. Hehe. I'm so excited to share this fic with you guys hehehehe. I'm posting this on both Tumblr and Ao3. Who knows, the story on the other site would be different hm...? I'm not telling when, but hehe. Also, reader is in her twenties, specifically 22, so yayeet. If you don't like how fucked up this story is gonna get then please turn around and go on your merry way. I'll be posting the first chapter here on Tumblr because jesus, my ao3 invitation has yet to arrive. Also, don't forget to write comments, I need feedback because I eat them like it's groceries-
WARNING: NON-CON/DUB-CON, DARK, SMUT, NSFW, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Fingering, Stomach Bulge, Age Gap, Unprotected Sex, Cockwarming, Implied Discharge, Power Imbalance, Abuse of Authority, No Beta Reader, Dom! König, Size Kink, Size Difference, Cannibalism, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Cannibalistic Thoughts, Older!König, Eldritch!König, Monster!König, Masturbation, Dark Romance, Blood and Gore, Violence, Monsterfucking
WHENEVER A CERTAIN COLONEL PASSES BY the soldiers would grow quiet, as if heâs sucking the joy with him and then the chatter would continue once his thundering footsteps would fade away into quietness.
A silence would hang over the air for a brief moment â like theyâre making sure the danger has passed before proceeding â and the soldiers would continue to chat once they're sure it was safe to proceed. Babbling away but their voices would be a bit hushed, as if their ears were on the lookout for the colonelâs presence.
The colonel was absolutely â you remember his name being König because you saw him score several shots using a sniper rifle in training â wholeheartedfuckingly terrifying.
König strides confidently across the battlefield and KorTac base of Operations in the same damn mannerâArrogant, egotistical, prideful. The mountain of a man walks in like he owns the place, and troops would be so relieved if they see him in the battlefield because they know that he'd be able to turn the tides to their favor.
And the fucker knows it. He knows people look up at him. Looking at him like the fucking messiah that would save them right then and there.
He relished in it.
And he was so fucking gigantic as he is muscular too, to the point his huge hands could definitely crush your head with his fingers if he saw fit. To say he was a Greek God was insulting. No, he was like Kronos.
Destructive.
All-devouring force.
Whenever you stood too close to himâeven tho you recall not stepping too close to the colonel because you wanted to respect the five-foot rule for everyone lest they give you the go signal to hog their personal space like Izzy doesâyou can see the way his muscles would bulge whenever he tightened his fists, or how the veins on his arms were so⊠alluring, and holy shit he has scars. Battle scars that should've repulsed you but you find yourself wanting to trace it with your fingers.
His form is almost mesmerizingâlike how you'd imagine Fenrir slaying Odin from one of the Norse Myths.
However, like Fenris Wolf, he too was bound and shackled to base. Most of the time, at least. You would see him buried and drowning and several paperwork when you go to his office while Roze waited for you by the door.
And you could see his baby blue eyes squint and conjure a glint of annoyance as you hand him your report. He has pretty eyes, that colonel. He doesnât speak to you, always uttering grunts or huffs. Dismissing you with a wave of his handâalways gestures but never talking.
It reminds you of gray skies and blue muted waters, and sometimes they seemed vibrant when you hear the sinister glee in his voice of bashing an enemies head open like how watermelon breaks â and then he'd look at you and you'd immediately avert your gaze because oh god that would be so fucking awkward if your superior had caught you staring at his eyes like a creep.
As mentioned before, König is mostly quiet, and you didn't really hear him talk since he never talked to you at all. In the battlefield, when he barked out orders, gunfire would drown them and those closest to him would relay the message on to the others.
Lieutenant Izzy â Izanami actually, but she preferred being called Izzy â always spoke in Japanese, but she can speak a few broken English words. She didnât seem to see you as a liability, often asking you out to grab lunch with her and Captain Roze. The white-haired girl always made sure you never missed your meals, and if you did, sheâd make sure to hand you some MREs for the sake of making sure youâre taken care of.
She said to you once, âBe careful of that colonel, he is⊠what is English word that for⊠word you use when object is not good to youâharms life.â
âYou mean dangerous?â Roze would correct her. âWe really need to work on your English, girl.â
Roze, on the other hand, was more closed off. She was ruthless and strict, but youâre convinced that she cares about you the same way Izzy does because she gets this soft glint in her eyes when you tell her that you forgot to eat or missed lunch. Then five seconds later youâd feel an MRE smacking you on the chest, and Roze is barking at you for being stupid enough to not eat and say youâre lucky that her and Izzy are looking out for you.
But you can tell that both are highly protective of you, like older sisters making sure their youngest sibling didn't fuck up on missions or get hung by their rib by enemy soldiers.
Whenever the colonel passed by, you remember Rozeâs words âKeep your gaze downâ because apparently there was an incident where König had beaten the shit out of a recruit because the poor thing looked at him funny. Something about the recruit scrunching his face in disgust at the colonel or was it because he had mocked him behind his back?Â
Either way, the kid was beaten to a pulp.Â
The colonel was never given a court martial, however, since he had been able to pull rank it seems. Roze was the one who told you during lunch, voice in a hushed whisper.
Then your thoughts wander back to the nightly horror stories your soldiers would tell to one another. You had a habit of visiting them before making sure they all slept on curfew time. It was fun and it helped boost morale amongst the troops. It also helped that you were a younger lieutenant, so you were able to easily connect to your platoonsâ humor and quip remarks.Â
You remember the hushed whispers in the barracks, each of them uttering stories of what König might look like beneath the mask.
You often thought maybe he looks so mutilated that it resembles Nemesis from Resident Evil or maybe Salvatore on the Village Version. But you've seen the pretty blue eyes König possessed and you just know that deep down, he was a handsome man.Â
Sure, he was old enough to be your dad, had a huge ass age gap that's wider than the forehead of the colonel of the Mexican Special Forces you had previously worked with due to König being forty-five years old, but you'll admit a pretty man if you see one.
However, your soldiers' claims were way more hilarious as they spoke. Each sounding absurd and stupid than the last.
"I heard he has three faces, like the demon Asmodeus. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if he's a prince of Hell in disguise. Have you seen his body? What I'd give to climb him like a tree."Â
"I could've sworn I saw worms underneath. Kind of like maybe a maggot-infested lower jaw since I heard the skin of his jaw had been burnt off."
"I think he has the face only a mother could love. Men like that exist."
You had grown up in a small town, people believing heavily in superstitious beliefs. However, once you've left said small town, you realize that they were silly things that old people simply uttered into the wind.
"Did you know a psychic said I would get murdered when I was ten?" You laughed at the absurdity of it all, wanting to add some scary shit of your own.
"Really, L.T?" One of your soldiers said. "Oh, this has to be good!"
âYeah. I remember she was very old, and if I were correct, I think she moved from Hallstatt? Wherever the fuck that is.â
You told them the stupid little story. How you lost twenty dollars to a fraud only for them to say you'll get murdered, and how it spooked you as a kid and made you all paranoid only to realize you just got scammed out of your money.
"The thing that will kill you is hiding its face. The thing that will kill you has its crown scraping the ceiling. The thing that will kill you has sharpened teeth. The thing that will kill you will charm you with its glamor and false promises. The thing that will kill you will devour you with its appendages and fill you with its seed. The thing that will kill you⊠you won't see it coming."
The soldiers all laughed, including you, after you've said it in the most croaked voice as you mimicked the old psychic.Â
You've never laughed so hard in your whole life, but you were glad that it was your troops that were with you and not stuck up stoic alpha male soldiers. It wasn't real, but it didn't hurt to be cautious.Â
All of you got along.Â
Sure, most of the soldiers given to you were teens â because the military was just hiring eager and stupid kids, and by God you were going to protect these little shits with your life â but it was fine because they had you. For as long as you live, you promised yourself you'd make sure they were all safe.
And you took them under your wing and you feel bad because they were kids compared to you. They shouldn't be here dressing up as soldiers and being sent off to war zones with you. These kids were supposed to be at home, where they could be safe, and worrying about teen stuff. But then again, KorTac was a company at the end of the day.Â
A Private Military Companyâbasically just glorified mercenaries at this point.
Of course, they would exploit anyone who is willing to serve for their country while also getting paid generously compared to being in a government affiliated militaryâHell, you're here, aren't you? Why? Because they can be greedy fucks and capitalism exists, and KorTac rivals Disney in terms of being a well-known PMC in the military world, and you're broke.Â
Not to mention that the BAS â Basic Allowance for Subsistence â was fucking higher in KorTac than the government affiliated military you used to serve in. A BAS rate of seven hundred sixty-two point sixty-nine euros for enlisted members, while officers are given the same but with an increased rate of four hundred ninety-seven point fifty- eight euros is better than the current BAS.
You also get the average of six thousand and seven hundred eighty-two euros at an average per month here in KorTac. The pay is way fucking better and you can save up money to the point you were able to pay off your own student and credit card debts and leave your parents' nest since you were basically loaded at this point.Â
Money was enough to blind you from the dangers that lurked beneath the still waters that run deep that is KorTac.
"The thing that will kill you⊠you won't see it coming."
âDid you hear what happened?â
âWhat?â
âAnother soldier went missing again.â
Captain Stiletto changed her mags, examining her scope as she spoke to you with a calm voiceâas if she hadnât just dropped the news of someone going missing. Again. You were ready to hear which recruit was unlucky enough to be whisked away and never to be seen again. That or they turn up mutilated and scared, and the poor things wonât even talk. However, a missing rookie suddenly turns up out of nowhere after months of disappearing without a trace was statistically low.
No, really, it would be lowâunusual at best.
The best way to analyze it would be using the Bayesian Inference, and using a probability model to express the uncertainty towards the situation. In this case, using a binary variable would be ideal, $Y$, to represent the outcome whether the missing rookie ever did turn up or not. $Y$ = 1 if the rookie is found, and $Y$ = 0 if the rookie isnât found.
Then assume that the probability of finding said missing rookie is equal to the proportion of all missing persons who are eventually found. As evidence becomes available, then update the model with that evidence and compute the posterior distribution for the probability of finding the rookie.
In this case, if one of the higher ups discovered the rookie all pale and shaking and are obviously had been terrified to fucking death, the information in that scenario could be used to update the posterior distribution, taking into account that the probability that the rookie had seen something scary in that location, if they were ever found that is.
Once the model with all available evidence has been updated, the posterior distribution to make predictions of the probability of finding the new recruit can now be used. The officers tasked with finding themâat least those who hasnât given upâwill be able to find them within a certain time frame or calculate the probability that theyâre are found alive or dead.
Just some basic statistics youâve learned in ninth grade, thatâs all. Or at least from what you can remember.
The scar that ran down the captainâs face was evident like the blood smeared in your hands when youâve killed an enemy. No one knew why there was a huge damage to her face or why it was there in the first place. Youâve only been in KorTac for a month, almost everyone youâve met have given you warnings and it was all the sameâkeep your distance from the colonel. You have half a mind to say âFuck thisâ but the pay was good.
Not to mention your contract hasnât been finished yet and you doubt youâd find a good paying job like this while doing what you love.
âWho was it?â You dared to ask.
Stiletto looks away for a moment, before turning back to you. âPrivate OâNeil.â
Your eyes widened at the information. You donât know the person, but to hear a private going missing was surprising. Usually, it was the recruits who disappeared for the most part or at least from your observation in your stay here. Now thatâs very strange.
âHuh⊠a Private? How come it wasnât a rookie?â
âThatâs what Iâm thinking too.â
Stiletto responds with the same confusion as you, her lips pursed. She looks worried, unsure to react.
âThe colonel had been tasked to investigate the missing cases, but even he isnât getting any answers.â The captain says, her face troubled. âItâs like thereâs a serial killer at base.â
âLike playing Mafia, huh.â You joked.
âExactly.â
Youâre scared of what this could mean. If whoever it was plucking the recruits off like grapes were about to turn to privates, then it wonât be long before your ass is on the line. You have half a mind to help, maybe offer your insights on the investigations, but thanks to Roze and Izzyâs advice, you knew better than to get too close to the colonelâŠ
Unless you want to get beaten by König with your incompetencyâwhat he deems incompetencyâsince he loves doing things his way according to the soldiers who had worked with him.
It wasnât enough to scare the rookies, however. Theyâre still chatty and happy, all of them seemed unaffected by these rumours.
Of course, theyâd be unaffected, everyone is telling them that itâs just rumours and the soldier that disappeared had simply been discharged for wanting to leave or go back home. There were a few who didnât believe it, but those with higher ranks â including you â were reassuring them that it was merely rumours.
That they shouldnât really worry their pretty little minds about it. And what infuriated you the most was because it worked. They were gullible kids, as young as sixteen to nineteenâbasically a six to three years old age gap between you and them. They should know better than to believe the honeyed words from yours or their superiorsâ mouth.
But could you even blame them?
Theyâre just kids. You and the other high-ranking officers were older than them, obviously they would trust you. They expect all of you to guide them, showing them the real ropes of war and violence unlike the trial sessions theyâve had in boot camp and the infantry.
So, really the blame was on every high ranking officialâincluding you.
Everyone from being a specialist to the general of the army were losing their shit over these incidents because KorTac was supposed to promote opportunity and valour, but how can you do that if your fellow soldiers â doesnât matter what rank they are â are going missing like some monster was plucking them off of their rooms one by one or rather off of the hallways when theyâre past curfew.
Curfew falls under your responsibility too, sergeants up to lieutenant colonels were tasked to make sure that every rookie or corporal has to be following the curfew or rather their curfew. KorTac had implemented the curfew for the rookies up to the corporalsâ weeks prior to your official employment according to Roze.
The last thing the people who called the shots wanted was a widespread panic amongst their troops.
âDo you have any hunch as to who it might be?â You asked her curiously, wanting to know the captainâs thoughts.
âIt could be that newbie before you, Phillip Graves, but heâs mostly out on missions. So, that checks him out.â Stiletto answered, looking at you. âThen there could be the possibility of it being Horangi.â
âWhy him?â
âHeâs too violent.â
âArenât we all?â
Stiletto laughs at your response, shaking her head as if youâre being silly. The captain was nice, in your opinion at least. She pats you back lightly like an aunt would when you remind her of your mom when they were younger. Thereâs a twinkle in her eyes, one where it makes you wonder just how exactly does Stiletto see youâa daughter, sister or maybe a friend. Either way, you were in her good graces and thatâs enough to quell your curiosities for now.
The two of you were practicing alone in the firing range. Those at the lower ranks had gone to sleep or were forced to sleep since it was curfew for them.
The atmosphere had gone heavy.
It was light and cheery in the morning, but at night, the happiness and laxness of the vicinity disappears, and you and the rest of the soldiers with a higher rank are faced with the reality that someone was picking off all of you one by one like candies inside your grannyâs bowl of strawberry candy that you donât see anywhere in the grocery store.
You know, the oneâs you get when one day you became a grandma â or great-aunt, or even an honorary old âauntieâ â and these things just magically appear at the bottom of your purse. The ones that once they start spilling out of your bag, youâll find an intricate cut-glass bowl or dish in the middle of your living room and your grandkids or kids would just come and go while pocketing a handful of them, and the refill is somehow always in your purse.
Stiletto hands you a rosary from her pocket. You looked at the long wooden beads coated with silver chains and designs before glancing at the captain. You took it gently, letting the coolness of the holy object cool your skin that wraps around it. Oh, itâs a sweet gesture. Now you have something to wear around your neck, a little good luck charm despite the fact that you donât really believe in God or a higher being. Her head is tilted to the side, looking at you with an analysing glance as silence befalls the two of you.
âWhyâŠ?â You asked her underneath the fluorescent lights of the firing range, riffles forgotten at each otherâs side.
Stiletto shrugs, sighing tiredly, âMaybe the thing thatâs picking us off one by one would be scared of the Lord.â
âI doubt he exists.â
âHeâll save you in your time of need. He answered my prayers. Maybe Heâll answer yours too.â
âWhat did you pray for?â
Stiletto is quiet for a moment, looking away before looking back at you with worry. She placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze.
âThat you would still be alive the next time I see you⊠that you wouldnât be next, lieutenant.â
âYouâre the lieutenant that Horangi had referred to the company, ja?â
A voice says with a German accent to it, and by Mary, Joseph, and the Babeh Jesus what an alluring voice he has. It was low and rough, a tad bit raspyâgravelly. You thought to yourself that if you were Persephone and you heard this voice coaxing you into the warm embrace of the Underworld, you too would have cartwheeled and backflipped into Hadesâs lap. Leaving the nymphs and the flowers, and the warm sun to drown in the enticing embrace of the God of Death while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
You turned around, half a mind to fuck the brains out of this man until you saw who was speaking to you and all horniness came to a halt as you realized who it was.
König.
You glanced directly at his eyes briefly before averting you gaze, Rozeâs warning echoing in your head. You nod your head, confirming his question. You tell him your name and rank, which country you came from, and basically any general information you can tell to confirm your identity. Konig nods his head at your words. His eyes crinkledâwas he smiling underneath the sniper hood?âand you can hear a smug tone on his voice.
âJa, leutnantin, Iâve read your files.â
âOh.â
Your eyes glanced to the side, seeing some soldiers chattering at the end of the hall. Good. There are people around. A polite smile blossoms on your face, offering it to the colonel â just like you would whenever you bump into a senior officer. Your mind raced why he was suddenly talking to you.
HE BARELY RESPONDED SO WHY WAS HE SUDDENLT BEING A CHATTER BOX?! You internally panicked since he often responded in hums or grunts whenever you give your report, didnât even glance at you whenever the two of you passed by each other.
So, why now?
âDid you need something, sir?â You asked him politely, tilting your head a little as you crane your head to look at him properly because holy shit, heâs so fucking tall.
âI do, actually, Schatz.â König responds, cold eyes gazing down at your smaller form. âI need your help with a⊠serious matter. Come with me to my office.â
His strides are big and long as you struggled to keep up with him as he walked down the halls. Your eyes glued to his massive thighs⊠and oh. The soldiers within the halls part like the sea as König passed by as if he was Noah. They all lower their gaze, chattering going to a halt until only the sound of the storm raging outside can be heard.
âSo, why do we need to go to your office?â
But König doesnât answer, and his hands balled to a fist. You can see the cloth crinkle as his grip dug into his palms, while he ignores your question. Which is, in a way, rude since you were simply trying to gouge out information as to why your colonel was summoning you to his office. You furrowed your brows at his actions.
âItâs the least I should know, donât you thinkââ
âAre you always so noisy?â
You blinked owlishly at his words, the colonel barely looking or glancing at you as he continued to walk down the halls of KorTac. Your breath hitches in your throat as you register the slight annoyance in his voice.
He finally looks at you, eyes crinkling as he laughs. And oh god, his laugh. The mere sound of it makes your cheek warm and make both of your lips smile.
âThe look on your face earlier is funny, Schatz. However, youâre a lieutenant, no? Iâm sure that despite how young you are, youâre mature enough to know that there are classified things that can only be discussed within the confines of an office, ja?â
âIâm sorry, colonel. I didnât mean to let it slip off of my head.â
You feel like winning the lottery, but the prize isnât a billion bucksâitâs the fact that you havenât angered the colonel, and heâs not bashing your head to the pavement or maybe stabbing you where you stand and tearing your flesh with his gloved hands.
You donât notice the guilt that settles on your face⊠nor the look of softness and endearment on Königâs face as he admires the look of culpability blossoms on you face.
The softness of your face, the way your eyes are filled with such an adorable shyness when you think that he would actually reprimand you for something so innocent. You were so little compared to him too, so fragile⊠so weak. He relishes in this power over youâpower over your reactions and your expressions. You looked so eager to stay on his good side. So eager to please him in your own innocent way. Whether you intentionally do it or not, König is being pumped full of dopamine at just you talking to him.
He's had his eye on you for a long while. The moment you stepped foot on base, beneath the scorching sun of the tarmac, König wanted nothing more than to snatch you and make you his. Drag you away from KorTac, smuggle you to Austria and lock you away in his house by the sea shore, away from prying eyes.
Where he can have you all to himself.
But even his rank and reputation in KorTac couldnât save or excuse his behaviour if he does that. Everyone would think he was a freak or someone creepy if he were to ever just scoop you up. The way your voice echoes when you bark out your orders to those inferior to you, the way it softens when you talk to your friends â especially to Horangi, and König s gnawing at the cages of his enclosure because he wished you would talk to him the way you would to Horangi.
He wants to talk again without addressing you formally, but he is awkward with connecting to people. Even when he tried to follow his psychiatristâs advice in trying to open up to people, König still has a hard time trying to initiate a conversation. The words piling up in his throatâstuck there for the rest of eternity.
 König doesnât know what to do with his hands, resisting the strong urge to grab yoursâso tiny and adorableÂâand let his giant hand envelope it. You are pouting, gaze averted to the ground, cheek rosy from embarrassment, probably reprimanding yourself that you shouldâve known better.
König isnât sure if he wants you to be scared of him or not â and he hates that you are the first one to be an exception to his desires, because he wanted everyone to fear him. There is something dark, disgustingly predatory almost, in his thoughts as he watched you beat yourself up, but he doesnât speak, and his fists are balled up because your voice and adorable face were too fucking much and he doesnât even know how to talk to a girl in his adult years.
âC-colonel, weâre here.â
You hate that you stutter, but you canât help it since your heart skipped a beat when you looked up and saw König looking at you with such softness and tenderness from his gigantic height. You had to take a deep breath, shaking your head at the delusion itâs not a delusion, you arenât seeing things runnin in your head.
No.
That was wrong. That idea in itself would be wrong. The colonel was someone wise despite his violent tendencies. He would never entertain the idea of being with a fellow soldier. Not to mention bend the rules just to risk his position and rank. It would be stupid for him. It wouldnât be worth it for him, and you just fucking know it.
âAh⊠right. Bitte, wait a minute.â
You can see how miniscule the keys are to his hand, his form bending down a little and when he stood back up, he was at least three inches taller than the fucking doorway. He turns the lights on and gestures for you to step in. He closed the door behind you as you took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his gigantic desk.
The desk looked proportionate to his form, and the office chair he has accommodates him greatly and it makes your heart flutter because he looks like a king and all he had to do was give out his decree, and you would be scrambling to do said decree to please him because holy shit something about how big he is, is making your insides churn deliciouslyâ
Wait. Bitch, you better stop. Your thoughts screeched to halt, smacking yourself internally because youâre sure youâre not yet in your ovulation week because you just finished your period four days prior⊠No, thatâs not true, you lost track of your cycle due to the recent events that happened at base. The colonel was twiceyour size, and youâre not sure if you can take him.
Not in a fight, of course.
âSo, about the recent events happening here at base, Iâm sure youâre well aware of it by now.â König starts, leaning at the desk. âSoldiers are disappearing left and right, the younger ones wouldnât take long before they stop buying our lies, and we need a way to stop whoever it is that is picking is off and making us drop like flies.â
He stopped, eyes roaming as if heâs analysing you.
âHase, you are quite the prodigy that at such a young age youâve managed to achieve the rank of lieutenant, and I am completely impressed.â König says, nodding to himself as if heâs proud of you. âSomeone of your calibre would be of valuable help to catch the culprit or, rather, the creature thatâs currently on the loose in base and hunting us one by one.â
âCreature? Donât you mean person?â
âIâd like you to look at these and tell me that a human was behind these incidents.â
König slides you a dossier and you merely throw a confused glance at him before opening said dossier, and you almostâNo. You do regret opening the fucking folder.
The entrails of the victims are chewed off and sprawled across the floor, the ground was a sea of blood. Some of them had missing parts, but mostly the torso was empty, intestines being the only thing left behind from the inside of the corpses, and there were a few where the eyes hangs out of its socket and runs down their faces like a veiny egg yolk. You want to look away, but you canât. Some pictures showed the skins have been peeled off, most had been cleanly peeled off. Even the nipples were intact. Never to this day have you seen anything so horrible.
Finally, the urge to puke tore your attention away from the files, smacking it to the table as you swivelled your head away, and your mouth unhinged as the familiar disgusting liquid of your insides went past your throat. Before any of it could spill past your lips, a bucket had been shoved to catch it. König holds the bucket to your mouth. Meanwhile, you did nothing but vomit. Over and over again. Long after it seemed there was nothing more to bring up, you continued to vomit.
At last, after a good solid minute, you stopped. Tears prickled your face as puke-mixed snot went down your throat. König was kind enough to offer you tissues to help clean yourself up before he hands you a glass of water, and getting rid of your vomit.
âIâm sorry.â You weakly said. âThat caught me off guard and Iââ The words cut off in your thought as you shuddered as the pictures seared into your head. Well, guess this is my thirteenth reason.
âItâs fine, Schatz. Nothing to be sorry about. It is rare for someone to stomach such evidence.â He reassures you.
His giant hand rubs soothing circles on your back and itâs so comforting that you eventually calm down and catch your breath. The taste of bile still lingers and you downed glass after glass of water just to get rid of it but seemingly failing to do so. Yet it is nothing compared to the electrifying touch of Königâs fingers that glide behind your back, passing by the wing ang hooks of your bra. Of course, he didnât mean to do that he most definitely did intendes to do that because he was just trying to ease you out of your sickened state.
âIâm sorry.â You say again.
The pout on your lips was making you adorable and König was glad he was the way that he was right now. Had he been the same age as you, he wouldnât have been able to hold back. He wouldâve pushed you down on his desk, giant hands spreading your legs, tearing your clothes, while he makes you beg for his cockâ
âAs Iâve said before, Schatz. Itâs fine. We have to recompose ourselves from time to time. After all, weâre only human, no?â
You look up at him from where you seat, smiling softly at him. He was so nice. Your eyes flickered to his neck, and then on to his fingers. Seeing the lack of wedding band on him had you feeling butterflies. Was he not married? Who wouldnât want to marry him? Was he ugly?
His baby blue eyesâlike a mixture of storm grey skies and the heartless depths of the oceanâwere a soft hint to the fact that he was handsome. You just know. Unconsciously licking your lips, your eyes scanned him over â in the most shameless manner, but that was fine. You can always chuck it up to you just analysing him.
âNow, Schatz.â His fingers wrapped around you chin, coaxing you gently to look up at him. âLieutenant colonel Allard, Captain OâNeil, and I will be conducting a manhunt starting at 00:00 up until to 04:30 this Friday. Allard would be taking the North side of the base, Iâll be taking the South, and OâNeil would be taking the West areaââ
You paid attention to every word he said, nodding your head every now and then. You kept your eyes locked to his, unaware of the growing tent inches away from your face in your colonelâs pants.
ââwhich is why I called you to my office.â His voice rips you out of your trance. âI wanted to ask you if you would be willing to lend out a hand in catching whatever it was thatâs picking us off one by one?â
âYes, sir.â
The way you responded with such speed had you internally clutching your pearls. You were so confused as to why you had agreed so easily without even asking for the details. Hopefully, your colonel would be kind enough to graciously brief you and the team before he sends you all out to play limbo with this culprit.
König smiles at your eagerness to help the teamâto help him. The younger ones werenât so eager like you; often having to be bribed with a reward just to help. But you? You said yes without any hesitation.
âAre you married, Schatz?â
âNo, sir.â
âHow come? Most female or male soldiers your age are married. Why arenât you?â
âWhy arenât you?â
Your body tensed as your mind caught up with that loose mouth of yours, but before you could even stop yourself the words had already been uttered into the world. Holding your tongue and making you blurt this in front of your superior needs to be fired. Like, bro, pick a different sim to fuck up. Please. You mightâve had the chance to be in his good graces, being offered promotion after promotion because König did say heâs read your files â heâs awfully touchy too, but maybe thatâs because heâs comfortable around you. You mightâve had a chance of walking out the office, alive and healthy with nothing but a nod of a head and telling you to be prepared for the operation this upcoming Friday â but now youâve said those words with such casualness that it doesnât really suit the dynamic between you two, and could promptly land you to some punishments. You couldâ
The colonel chuckles, eyes closed as his shoulderâs shook, and the sound of it makes your cheeks flare with warmth.
âWhat gave it away, Schatz?â
Your body relaxed, seeing he wasnât offended or irritated by your response.
âItâs uh⊠um, the lack of wedding ring, sir.â
âOh? What an observant klein leutnantin.â
He looks at you, contemplating for a moment before König spoke.
âI have trouble finding a⊠suitable mate, if you will. Mutter often tells me that Iâm a carbon copy of my father, which could explain why sheâs so distant and hostile towards me. I donât⊠I donât know or saw the need to find a partner until⊠until recently.â
His gaze lands on you as he said the last two words. You furrowed your brows, wondering who or what couldâve changed his mind. With a tilt of your head to the side, you asked him a question that stems from his words.
âHow come your mother hated you just because you looked like your father? You canât exactly control your looks.â
âBecause he was a monster who had forced himself on her, and forced her to carry his child â which would be me.â
Your eyes widened at that. You didnât exactly expect the colonel to say it so casually, as if itâs a fun fact youâre telling to a kindergarten. You pursed your lips, looking away, feeling awkward and bad now that you had brought up the topic.
âIâm sorry⊠I⊠I didnât⊠know.â Was all you can muster.
âYou seem to not know anything at all, Schatz.â He cooed at you. âItâs alright. You neednât be sorry. How I was born is something I cannot control, but the outcome of who I can be is.â
König chuckles, walking over to pat your head affectionately and holy shit it has your heart racing.
âGrowing up, the children my age shunned me. They had thrown rocks at me, calling me a monster. My mother did nothing to comfort me, dismissing me and shoving a sack to cover my face. I spent most times outside the house, often sleeping on caves by the waters or at the sand by the shore. The lake is something comforting, I must say⊠I miss it â yearn for it, if you will."
âLake? Donât you mean ocean?â
âMy hometown was in Hallstatt Lake, Austria.â
His words ring a bell. You couldâve sworn youâve heard of Hallstatt Lake before. You tried to remember where you heard it, but couldnât. Oh, well. If I canât remember it, then it ainât that important.
 My father travelled from the ocean and dwelled by the lakes of that area. Then he saw mein mutter and... you know how that story went. Anyways, I have learned that I am⊠hideous. Therefore, that is one of the contributes as to why I am still, in your kindâs terms, single.â
âSo youâve never had partners before? Not even⊠I dunno⊠doing the devilâs tango? Sex?â
He laughs, shaking his head. âNo, Schatz. They back out the last minute.â
You looked at him pitifully. He was a lonely man, wanting to have someone beside him and yet his self-esteem was so low. Maybe fucking him could boost his self-esteem. Itâs not like Iâm craving him, Iâm simply helping. Maybe I could be the first to teach him the intimate touch of a woman. The comforts of the flesh. There was something about damaged men that are just so fucking hot. After all, itâs just a twenty-three years old age gap between König and I â Woah, what?! Pause. Your thoughts screeched to a halt, pinching yourself for letting it wander off that far.
How did it get to this?
How did the two of you get so comfortable to the point heâs literally just trauma dumping on you, and youâre lending an ear to listen. You should be walking out f the door, telling him this was unprofessional but you find yourself glued to the chair, heart going out to König as you empathize with him.
âI may not know what you look like under the mask, but mom did tell me that you can see if a person has a handsome or beautiful face is by looking at the shape of their eyes.â
âOh? And what have you deduced from just observing my eyes, Schatz? Am I considered monstrous?â
âNo, sir⊠Iâd say youâre beautiful.â
Königâs eyes widened at your words, his cheeks burning beneath the mask and heâs so fucking thankful that you canât see his face or what he looks like underneath. His heart thumps louder than it did when he first saw you.
He is fighting the urge to invite you to move in with him to his quarters, keeping you all to himself. Königâs sure that his bedroom is way more spacious and comfier than that of a lieutenantâs. The Austrian giant has to physically restrain himself from snatching you, and dragging you into the shadows with him where no one can rip you from his embrace â he canât bear thinking about you being with someone else.
âWas it offensive⊠sir?â
âNo, liebling. I just think you are blind.â
König would absolutely whisk you away right now. All you need to do was say the word, and heâd be following your words as if they are the ten commandments. He can and will buy you an estate if you want, just pick a placeâpreferably in Hallstatt, Austriaâand that would be easy for him. König would love to just provide for you, to get to go home to someone as adorable and meek as you are â eager to succeed and be praised by the most little of things. You would be protected there. No one would ever disturb you.
His father was never there for his mother. Left nothing to support her other than trauma after he was hunted down by the townsfolk and brutally murdered. König tells himself that he would be different, that he would give you the world. You need only ask.Â
He understands that being delusional isnât healthy, and that his psychiatrist would definitely shoot him with a Nerf gun for letting himself descend into this type of madness, but he was old.
And lonely.
And youâre just so sweet and so nice to him, going so far as to tell him heâs beautiful. And despite spending too much time in waters, König drowns himself in fantasies about you being in a giant house, welcoming him home after his deployment, pregnant and eager to kiss him sweetly. You who can be his everything. A cure for his troubles and woes, even though his psychiatrist had severely advised him to not put your partner on high pedestals because it is extremely unhealthy and co-dependent.
König knows he canât just blurt shit out as he pleases, lest he scares you away. You would scream at him, call him a sociopath â or a psychopath if you arenât as knowledgeable as him in the department of terms. He is only self-aware enough to know that he can lose you if he made one wrong move.         Â
Heâs old and tired. And he wants to experience fatherhood before he dies, preferably having you as his klein Frau. But he canât rush you. He needs to bid his time. In that moment, König decidedâregretfully soâto let you go back to your duties for the day.
He needed to get close to you than he ever did beforeâneeded to work with you to have you close to him at all times.
âThat would be all, liebling.â König says to you. âYou are free to go now. I donât really want to hold you up here for too long.â
âItâs an honour to be picked by you, colonel.â You chirp happily, eager to maintain this casualness between you two in hopes of getting promoted faster.
The giant, behemoth of a man watches you walk away from him, eyes glued to your hips and adorable, plump ass. Your frame still smaller than him even when you stood up to your full height. It was endearing to him. Soft blue eyes following your every move, watching you as you give him one last smile and a friendly wave before you closed the door shut behind you.
âIâd say youâre beautiful.â
Your words echoed in his head, making the older being flustered as he ran his hands over his face and sighed. He couldnât get it out of his mind, and he knew heâd be clinging to that until the day he died.
âIt shall be the day that the sun is at its peak when you find what you longingly desire. Once the sky is thick with water and the blood of warriors are spilled, the gods will give you a chance to converse with this creature. You should turn them away. Put them at arms-length, but you are a selfish being. You would devour them, drain them until they are merely husks because of your depravities⊠I pity this young girl.â
He recalls the stupid reading he had gotten from a so-called âwise womanâ twelve years ago in her quaint house at Wolfengasse street. Maybe that völva was genuine in her craft before she left Austria.
Hiyaaa^^ So I'll be working on a new König fanfic. There will be age gap and there will be dark themes (like obsession, killing, dead dove do not eat type of stuff because I really want to try and expand my writing and ideas) to it. Since y'all had loved the first fic, I decided to make full fledge story hehe.
Here's a very, very little snippet:
Hehe. That's all I can show for now since I'm writing chapter two and I plan on posting it on Ao3 soon too >< Why on two platforms? Hehe, so I can reach more readers and also I have some ideas for the ending. Just wanted to let you know^^
AUTHOR'S NOTE: English isn't my first language so I'm sorry. Also Live, Love, Laugh König. Fanon!König is cute don't get me wrong, but Canon!König? God I am such a whore-
WARNING: NON-CON/DUB-CON, DARK, SMUT, NSFW, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Fingering, Stomach Bulge, Age Gap, Unprotected Sex, Cockwarming, Implied Discharge, Power Imbalance, Abuse of Authority, Tight Space, No Beta Reader, Dom! König, Size Kink, Size Difference
KĂNIG IS A HUGE MAN. You know it. Everyone in KorTac knows it. Heâs literally a giant, a fucking behemoth of a man.
Heâs been in the army longer than you. Youâre sure heâs in his early forties. Youâve seen his file. Heâs a big man. So big that you often have to crane your head to properly look at him or when conversing with him.
It didnât help that youâd sometimes, allegedly for legal purposes, see that sickening glee in his eyes. As if the colonel gets off of the fact that youâre smaller than him. That in a whim, he can crush you or pin you down.
And you ate that shit up every single time.
You made it your goal every single day to be his perfect little soldier, lapping up every praise he gave you despite it being a simple âGood job, hase.â and it would engrave inside your head, feeding in to your delusions revolving around the colonel.
It was supposed to be a simple mission.
Infiltrate the targetâs highly secured base, get the intel, and then get out. Simple, right?
At least, that was what you thought.
Everything had been going so well. You were able to successfully bypass the security systems and download the necessary information, and the colonel was standing guard by the doorway.
Any enemy soldier that walked in would be crushed by him. He would silence them with such swift movements that it amazed you.
But everything went south all because König was cocky.
Too cocky for his own good, you think. He was as cocky as he is a big, if not more than youâd ever comprehend. You wouldnât be surprised if his cockiness got him killed. You didnât mind despite loving the attention from him, but it did matter to you that you could die with him. You didnât want to die simply because your lust for life was stronger than your stupid affections for the colonel.
One of the enemy guards that König had been toying with had called for backup or maybe even screamed into the hallway so loud it alerted the others. Youâre not sure. You were too busy doing your task before König had snatched the USB drive and dragged you by the wrist.
His hand was warm.
Too warm that it felt suffocating and uncomfortable. They were gigantic too, proportionate to his size and height. It didnât hurt, but being dragged by the colonel made it hard for you to keep up with his large and swift strides, and your little legs could barely catch up.
âKeep up, hase!â
König barks at you with impatience at your slow speed, the sound of enemy soldiers behind the two of you were getting louder as a bullet whizz passed your ear.
âIâm trying my best!â You hollered as you forced your legs to its limits.
âMeine Fresse!â He growled at you.
Before you can make a remark or even utter a word, the world around you spins, and all you can see is the ground and his giant feet running as the floor passes by in a blur as he hauls you over his shoulder like you weighed nothingâand you do weigh nothing, at least, for him.
König darts down the halls, making sharp turns here and there.
You feel him shove you in a locker, and before you can process the events, his burly body was squeezed against you in the cramp locker. The sound of footsteps came and went, before silence settles as you held your breath.
It wasnât long before you relaxed after making sure there was no one outside. You breathe in a sigh of relief, panting from all the running and the adrenaline that leaving your system.
Itâs too cramped in here, you thought as you squirmed in hopes of making room; Königâs virile scent from being pressed against his body filled your sensesÂ.
His cold blue eyes, glaring down at your smaller form as his eyes flashed crimson from the red warning lights outside.
His gigantic hands finding its place by your hips to steady you so you wouldnât fall out of the locker. His voice turned somewhat soft, as if heâs struggling to say it kindly and in a soft tone.
âCalm down, hase.â
âIâm trying!â
The words leave your mouth, lips gasping as it parts. Your eyes wander around in the dark, trying to see anything other than his eyes that were lit up by red light before they adjust in the darkness. König sighs tiredly.
âIt is indeed rather tight...â eyes rolling. âTrust me, I would rather be anywhere else other than being stuck here with you. So, calm down.â
His voice is stern this time, authoritative as he gave his orders. Hungry eyes watching you as you tried to calm down. Your heart beats in your chest as you gazed up at him, eyes cold and merciless. You feel his hand snakes up your hips to your waist, pulling you a little closer.
âKönig-â
âSilence, hase. Otherwise, weâd get caught and then get shot, ja?â
You paused, realizing that you were sitting right on his crotch. König seemed to be distracted, peering out of the locker to make sure the coast is clear before turning his cold and hungryâhungry?âgaze right down at youâŠ
And he was hard.
A whimper escapes your lips, feeling him poking right where your pussy would be.
âKönigâŠ?â Your voice shaky and a little breathless.
âJa, hase?â
Königâs eyes watched your every movement, the hand on your waist squeezed you for a bit before it settles on your arm.
His touch trailed up your wrist and on to your shoulders, before his glove covered-hand rests on your neck. The colonelâs fingers rests by your pulse and he felt it race, despite your body being still. König felt a jolt of excitement as you sat there with your back on the wall and pressed deliciously against him, and you being so vulnerable and soft. He couldnât help but grin beneath his sniper hood, knowing exactly why youâre acting the way that you are.
How could he not take advantage of the situation?
You were at his mercy inside this tiny confine space.
There was nowhere for you to run. Like a bunny trapped with a wolf, he would devour you.
And König plans on savoring every single part of his prey.
âCould you maybe⊠rearrange our position?â You bit your lip, trying not to moan as you accidentally rubbed on him when you squirmed. âYour crotch⊠itâs directly at my-â
Königâs low and deep chuckle cuts you off as he felt your body squirm beneath his hold. His fingers traced your jaw, humming in amusement as if he knows your self-restraint was slowly dissolving.
âTry to keep quiet, mein kleiner hase.â He murmurs into your ear. âLet me⊠reward you for being ein perfecter soldat⊠mein perfecter gehorsamer kleiner soldat.â
You hear cloth shuffle softly as he lifts his mask enough to show the soft red stubble on his lower face without revealing what he truly looked like before you felt warm, wet lips latching on to your neck, the feeling of soft stubble grazing your skin. It was enough to send an intense flare of heat throughout your body and you whimpered quietly at his admissions.
He pulled you closer, pressing your body against his, Königâs body heat and scent consuming you and making your head swim in pleasure. His teeth graze your skin before he softly nips the space between your neck and shoulder, conjuring a moan from your lips. His bulge pressed against you as he dry humped himself on to you, the sensation sending a lightning of pleasure up your spine.
And as much as you adored your colonelâŠ
This is wrong.
In the middle of this lust-driven moment, your head breaks through the sea of desire and takes an air of clarity. You could get punished and slapped a dishonorable discharge on your name. Probably court martialed for this shit. You mewl as he continued to kiss and suck on your skin, your head resting on the locker walls.
âKönig⊠König, this is wrong.â The whimper that escapes you does nothing to get the colonel off of you. ââŠFraternization.â
You managed to speak out before another moan leaves you from his divine kisses. König scoffed and the hand that held you steady by the hips gripped you tighter, his voice rough and hoarse.
âFraternization?â
He laughs at the absurdity of your words, and itâs so fucking hot that it sent heat between your thighs. A devil silencing a nun and successfully convincing her t indulge in the pleasures of the flesh.
âAnd whoâs going to report me?â
You feel him kiss the tip of your nose, his breath tickling you.
âNo one is going to know, meine hase. Now be good and let your colonel spoil you, ja?â
He pressed his lips against yours, so fiercely you donât even have time to process things properly and forced to catch up with him.
And his lips, oh fucking god his lips, are so fucking delicious when you taste themâtaste him; their plushness, their warmth, their urgency in parting yours so his tongue can slip inside you, hot and yearning and demanding.
König tastes like honeyed vodka; like the first breath of spring warmed by savage wildfire. The colonel tasted like someone you could become obsessed with. Could grow intoxicated on. And already, in this heated kiss, youâre drowning.
You feel hands fingers unbuckling your belt, his fingersâwhen did he removed his gloves?âgrazed the skin of your abdomen which sent butterflies fluttering in you. His hand slips inside your pants, fingers teasing you by tracing the elastic band of your panties. A whimper elicits from you, pathetic and needy.
âK-König-!â You gasped in between the kiss.
âI didnât realize youâd be calling my name so quickly, Âhase,â he murmurs roughly, âNot that Iâm objecting.â
When his rough middle finger finds your clit, even with your underwear on, you still moan aloud as he strokes it, as you hear his breath hitch.
âQuiet! Youâll get us caught, liebling.â
He silenced you with a kiss as his hand slipped inside your panties, coaxing along your folds, middle finger slipping through how embarrassingly slick you already are. It feels like purgatory and König was the judge that decided whether you go to Heaven or Hell as he coated his fingers with the wetness of your pussyâevery muscle in you seizing as you absentmindedly grabbed on to his giant biceps like your life depended on it, fingers twisting so tightly in his shirt that it nearly hurts, winding just like the coil in your stomach, knuckles turning white from how hard your grip was.
His rough and calloused fingers strokes along over your over-sensitive clit, fingers sinking, agonizingly slipping up and down, teasing your aching and weeping entrance without actually dipping inside you.
You canât exactly deny it, though embarrassment paints your cheeks red. As you feel your thighs tremble, as arousal brings your eyebrows in an agonized knot. You want him to stop. Because as much as you adored him, this was crossing the line. You didnât want this. The thought of sex terrified you and here was the colonel, knuckle deep in you as he fingered your cunt, addicted to the way your velvet walls wrapped around his thick, long fingers. König could see in the dark due to the light bouncing off of his eyes and on to your face. It was faint, but he grins beneath his sniper mask at your expression.
And you know heâs grinning from the way his eyes crinkle.
âKönigâŠ!â
It sounds like youâre begging, like a weeping and needy whore for him. And König hums low, like a wolfish beast. You canât move your mouth to tell him to stop, not when he had coaxed you to taste carnal pleasure against your own accord.
As if he knows this.
As if he loves it.
âLook at you, hase. Just the slightest touch from me...â He breathes, circling the aching nub of your clit, and you whimper pathetically as your grip on his bicep tightens, â⊠and youâre already breaking. Du bist so das ficken bedĂŒrftig. Such a fucking needy little whore.â
Then he slips one finger inside your begging cunt; groaning as he feels your warm, wet walls tighten around him. His finger slips fully inside you, dragging back out again which makes you whine a little. But you mewl when he starts stroking, thrusting, as he slips in a second finger. A groan caught deep in his throat as you cry out for him, as your spine arches for more and pressed your torso and breasts against his body, clinging to him so fiercely you feel your fingers might just snap.
âK-König!â You manage to moan out, eyes fluttering.
âThatâs it, hase. Let me take care of you.â
His voice is sweet and yet so cruel as he cooed into your ear while he pumps you full, thumb expertly circling your swollen clit.
âLet me⊠fuck⊠let me have you, hase. Let me savor you⊠Give me all of it⊠everything.â
Königâs fingers quickens its pace, his strokes grew more firm as pleasure squeezed your lower spine. Stars sparked across your vision as an orgasm forces you to gush around his fingers, your walls squeezing him tightly.
Your legs fell slack for him as his legs forced them to stay open. His predatory gaze never left you, as if he was enthralled with the way your face as your eyes rolled back before you could recover properly. König desperately tried taking of your pants, but it was difficult with how little space was offered for the two of you.
Taking his hunting knife, he sliced the fabric. The sound of tearing brought you out of your high, yet you were still disoriented.
âWh-What-â
âI must have you, hase.â König groaned as he tears your pants so he can access you easily. âLet me have you, ja? Let König take care of you⊠let me enjoy you.â He swiftly tears your panties away too, ripping them and dropping it to the locker floor, exposing your leaking pussy.
He hastily unbuckles his pants, pulling it down to release himself.
König was a big man, so it was no surprise that his cock was large. If anything, it was too large. Would it even fit?
His length slaps against your abdomen, the tip leaking pre-cum and staining your skin through the clothes. Your fingers barely wrapped around his cock, using his juices to spread across the meat in order to pump it. König groans, hips bucking into your touch. You lift your hips, and König helps by lifting your body to position you above his tip, and pressing it against the folds of your pussy.
âWill it fit?â
The question leaves your lips, and it somehow feels like youâre challenging yourself with your words. His eyes crinkle, a telltale sign to you that heâs smiling â or maybe smirking â underneath his hood.
âYouâre going to take all of it, hase. Iâll make sure of it.â
König kisses the top of your head as if he wasnât about to destroy your weeping cunt.
Your whines please him before pushing into you. The burning sensation of being stretched by the head of his cock was delicious that it had your eyes rolling back as a loud, primal and lewd moan escapes your lips as he eases himself in the warmth. Your gummy walls were so fucking good that it was hard for him to resist on just bottoming out.
He didnât want to break you, after all.
Pain was accompanied by pleasure as he bottoms out on you. He groans as his massive hands gripped your hips. König moans. His eyes wild and dilated that they look black.
âOh, mein gott! Youâre so fucking tight. So, fucking good wrapped around my cock.â
Kong lifts you effortlessly as he pulls out that his tip pops out between your nether lips, before he thrusted harshly back in the depths of your wetness. Itâs far more gentle than how König treats other women, but itâs merciless all the same. There is no room for resistance or giving because all you can do is take it. Take every single inch of him as he buried himself in the depths of your sweet, wet cunt over and over again.
âOh, liebling!â He exclaims as his eyes rolls back with how tight you are around him in the moment where he fills stuffs you full, all of his length swallowed by your weeping cunt. âI⊠I canât wait- I have to move. Please, mein hase.â
You can only whimper as he stuffed you full. Youâre desperate for some kind of release, almost frantic as your body sings and screams. Too full, too occupied. You needed him to move or else youâd split into atoms.
Königâs answer was desperate and instant, rocking into you as if testing the waters, and heâs going faster as if he finds them welcoming.
You moan and keen with every sharp thrust that makes your hips bounce as he moved you on his dick like a ragdoll. A breathing fleshlight. The way he filled you was so addictive that you think you wonât be able to fuck another man that isnât König. The wet squelches started quietly before it echoes within the tight locker and it only adds to your arousal.
And so does Königâs.
âForgot how good pussy feels like.â
His touch is possessive as he grips you, fucking you on his cock desperately. Drawing moans and desperate mewls from your throat that has you drooling with how good he fucks you. His thrusts starts to get aggressive, eliciting a strike of pleasure that carries you to the edge while the pain drags you in ecstasy.
For a second, you wonder how many girls heâs been with. How many women he had fucked so good that had them clinging to him and salivating over his cock. But König kisses you, pressing his body close to you as he fucks you so desperately like he youâre his messiah that would save him from sin if he fucks you to oblivion, and you forget what you were thinking about.
âYou like it when I kiss you, donât you? Fucking tightening around me when I press my lips on you like this-â König kisses you again with a groan, tongue dominating over yours as the taste of his spit mingles with yours â as the taste of König fills your senses and your mouth.
You lose yourself to it, eyes threatening to roll back as your mind slowly goes blank, gripping on the elbow of the behemoth that lifted you with ease as he sheathed his throbbing cock in and out of you repeatedly.
âCuntâs squeezing me real tight, hase.â
âKönig, youâre too deep.â
âGood. I always wanted to go deep into this delightful little pussy of yours.â He moaned. âOh, gott. Ja. For such a small woman, you can take in my cock so good. Itâs surprising.â
His cock bruising your cervix, as if trying to coax it open which makes you whimper as you dug your nails into his forearms. He groaned and picked up the pace, slamming you down on his cock. The moans that he punches out of you are obscene, and König loves every single sound he takes from you. The angle in which he thrusted into you had your eyes rolling back of your head, saliva drooling from your lips as his eyes trailed down on your stomach.
âLook, hase.â
He groaned against your ear with his eyes trained on to your lower abdomen. One of his hands gently cupping your face as he directs you to look down. Your cheeks burned as you caught sight of a bulge appearing and disappearing with each addictive thrust that threatened to send you over the edge.
âOh, fuckâŠâ You mewl as he thrusts harshly into you, hips moving more erratic.
König laughs with the way your cunt grips him.
âOh, youâre close, arenât you, mein liebling? I can feel you tightening around me. Squeezing me as if youâre trying to milk me.â
He grins down at you, watching you writhe in pleasure as he impaled you on his cock over and over again. He kisses you passionately without stopping his thrusts.
âSo fucking good, mein liebling.â
Groans and mewls filled the locker. It didnât matter to König if the enemy heard you both. God, all that mattered was the way your leaking pussy engulfed him so greedily.
âYouâre such a little whore for me. Thatâs it, mein hase. Thatâs it. Take all of me.â He groaned.
Youâre so close, having lost the ability to speak with the way he fucked you stupid. Eyes fluttered shut. König drove into you with feral grunts, hips rocking and hands bruising as he pumped you on him. You were just a soldier â a lieutenant, a young little thing with her life ahead of you â but he finds himself getting addicted with the way your walls squeezed around him.  Itâs wrong. Itâs disgusting of him especially when heâs twice your age but you feel so fucking good wrapped around his length, and the way you looked â how all you can do was take the pleasure he gave you â was sending him to Heaven.
Your skin would definitely turn black and blue from his hold, carving your flesh with the crescent moons of his blunt nails as he eagerly buried himself in your warmth over and over again, red and irritated. It riles him up more, making him excited to mark you for himselfâso, that whenever you raise your arms and your shirt lifts, everyone would see that you were his little lieutenant and that you belonged to no one else but him.
He loved the sound of that. You being his. It roused the beast inside of him as he ravaged you, taking and taking. Youâre the perfect pet for himâyouâre young, adorable. Youâre helpless enough to make his savior complex run for miles and his father would be proud of him for providing of such a perfect little woman. So perfect that you could be his wife, instead.
König kept thrusting, the tip ramming your cervix and god it felt so good that all you can think about was the way he filled you up and the pleasure that wiped your thoughts away. You choked a hoarse cry, body pulled in arch before him, head over his shoulders while he moved his hips.
âI like the thought of you pregnant, mein hase. Fat and swollen with my child.â
He groans through gritted teeth, the cloth of his mask was damp from the thin layer of sweat that covered you both as his pace grew frantic, latching on to the tight string of carnal pleasure. The musky odor of sex, gun powder, and laundry fabric coating you in a mix that is instinctively his. A musk that belonged to no one else but König. Youâre sure that if someone had gouged your eyes out, youâd be able to snuff him out. His hand left you hip to toy with your clit, rubbing it in circles while he grinds and rolled his hips. Stroking you oh so deliciously that it has you moaning and squirming.
The walls of you pussy tightening around him like a vice. He cursed in German, planting wet and sloppy kisses on your forehead and alongside your face, and the tenderness from the colonel has you cumming on his cock like a common whore. Your breath caught in your throat as your hips instinctively bucked into his, head thrown back with a sharp mewl. You closed around him, walls fluttering and milking him for what he was worth as the waves of pleasure plunge you into deep waters, quenching your dripping cunt.
âOh, fuckââ
König swore, grinding against you as your climax brought out his. He came with a guttural moan, tip spurting white, potent cum into your unprotected womb. He hates himself for being rough with you, bruising your precious little pussy from the inside, but can you truly blame him? You just felt so fucking good. He kisses you lazily, slobbering saliva around your lips, but god he needed to taste you on his lips as he pumps you full of his seed.
It floods your cunt, leaking around him as if you didnât close the sink all the way; a thin steady line dripping down the base of his cock and on to the floor of the locker, with some staining his military-issued pants with dark patches and blobs of white. He stays buried deep inside you, plugging you with his throbbing cock as he kept cumming so he wouldnât waste his love milk.
And all you can do is mewl as the warm sensation settles in your loins and lower belly, making you lean against him, hands clinging as you gasped for breath. Oxytocin pumping in your head as his virile scent muddles your senses.
König wanted to make sure that his cum settles in your womb, so he could have you discharged and kept at home. You would be his perfect little wife. He wanted you to be his little wife. Running barefoot inside the house he provides for you, swollen with his child. Pregnancy would make you bloom. He just knows it. Youâll rely on him, not having to worry your pretty little head about anything other than being bred by him over and over againâwanting nothing more than to have a piece of him inside you.
âIâll marry you, liebling. Iâll take you back to Austria, ja? Youâll be a good little wife, and youâll give me plenty of kidsâa big family.â
If youâre not pregnant yet at the end of this ordeal, König would just fuck you again and again until he knocks you up. Itâs not like you could protest, he was a colonel after all.
