I'm thirsty for Dr. King Schultz fanfics! Fluff or smut idc. It's been a daamn while since I've seen one!
🦷Sweet Tooth🦷
Hey, cutie pie! Thank you so much for the request :) this will be both smut and fluff just to satisfy every need for all of us who love our handsome king ✨ I hope you enjoy it and thank you so much again! ✨⭐🙏
⚠️WARNINGS!!⚠️:Mostly proof read!, Slow burn, Porn with a plot, King saves reader from her would be assaulter (attempted S/A), King k!lls the man, the reader is a baker and is in their early 20s- King is late 40's/50. Kinda slow burn, friends to lovers trope, shy/inexperienced reader, smut smut smut, fluff, desperate and pervy King, pantie sniffing, male masturbation, multiple orgasms (m&f), sweet but dominate King, vaginal penetration, reader has a daddy kink, creampie!, oral (female receiving/male receiving) very much virgin reader, Shultz walking reader through it✨
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"Amazing grace how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found,
was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
and grace my fears relieved;
how precious did that grace appear
the hour I first believed..."
The year was 1858 in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. It was the holiday season, leaves changing from their usual bright green to a burnt orange as they fell to the ground below. I glanced up to look through my shop window seeing as the other businesses around me were closed or closing- some owners bundled up with large coats and blankets to fight off the cold winter night.
It was getting pretty late, so that's exactly what I found myself doing as well: closing up my small bakery after a long day of baking my holiday selection of cakes and pies- ones that I only make this time of year. Since moving to this town, I opened up my own shop, having years of experience in the culinary field and having a passion for food, specifically, pastry.
While singing the song 'amazing grace' out loud, I cleaned up my counters which were covered with flour and cake mix. I heard the familiar sound of the door opening followed by the bells that hung above it. I looked up to see a tall man with a black coat and dirty slacks walking in. His large black boots were layered in dirt, getting mud all over my welcome mat, a hat hanging low covering most of his face.
I frowned, quickly turning it into a small smile when the man removed his hat, showcasing his dark black hair, short and messy in need of maintenance. I clear my throat, continuing to clean off the counters, setting the damp rag down and removing my dirty apron. He stared at me, looking over my face with an almost manic expression.
"Hello! Welcome to 'Anything sweet.' Just so you know, I am closed for the night, but you're more than welcome to come back tomorrow...We open bright and ear-" I began to speak when the man started walking over to me, making it to the front of my counter in just two long strides. He begins to slide the leather gloves off his hands, slamming them down onto the countertop making me back up against the oven.
"Sir? Is everything alright? We are closed... I-I'm more than happy to help you tomorrow." I say again, a lump beginning to form in my throat. I started to get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, thinking that something was wrong. My eyes quickly flickered to the window of my shop, seeing that the glass was now lightly glossed over with frost from the snow that began to fall outside.
"You keep saying 'we' like you and me are not the only ones here, pretty girl." He says with a sinister tone and smile giving me a glimpse of his rotten teeth. This situation was something that never crossed my mind- very naive on my end, of course. I would consider myself to be very independent, always having to close the shop on my own, sometimes in very late hours of the night. Moving to a small town, this was something that hadn't slipped my mind, since I was usually able to blend in with the crowd that finished around the same time as I had. I should've expected that some nights like tonight would be much different.
"It's just me...and you...in that pretty little dress you got there..." I felt my heart begin to flutter, the stress of what was happening overwhelming me. I looked around while the man got closer, grabbing a large kitchen knife and holding it in front of me to defend myself.
"Look, I think you've got the wrong girl, so why don't you just go ahead and get out of here before we both do something we might regret?" I tried my best to gain confidence but my voice was shaking and my hands weren't exactly denying that either. He chuckles, tossing his hat onto the counter and stripping his black coat off, stepping closer to me.
"Honey, S'only thing I would be regretting tonight is not taking you right here on this counter with you looking this sweet.." My eyes widened, him taking the black leather coat and tossing it over my face making me loosen the grip on my knife in shock.
I screamed as the man took that chance to grab me, holding me tightly with my back pressed against him. He slams me against the counter causing me to drop the knife, yelling out in pain at the impact. "Get off of me!" I scream, kicking and punching at the man as hard as I can. There was no way I wasn't going down without a fight, and I certainly wasn't going to let it be because of this guy.
During the scuffle, the man grabbed at my legs and tried holding them down but I guess my screams must've been loud enough to cover the sound of the bell ringing as someone else had entered the shop.
"What the fu-" the man began with confusion written all over his face, then his face was gone. I gasped, covering my mouth as the large man fell to his knees and blood splurted from his...well what was his face.
I quickly sat up and pressed my back against the cold marble counter, breathing quickly and still very shaken while I just stared at the man who laid dead in front of me. I look to my left and see the black jacket, reaching over with my shakey hand and grabbing it. I tossed the jacket over his head, not wanting to see the bloody mess anymore and felt my body stiffen when I heard the sound of someone's shoes clicking against the ground, coming around the counter.
I grabbed the knife again, holding it in my grip tightly, not expecting for the person to walk in to be any better than my would-be rapist. I held the knife up above my shoulder ready to stab whoever was around that corner, but felt my hand begin to slowly lower back down on my lap seeing an older man with both his hands up in surrender.
I blinked once, my breathing starting to slow as I stared at him. He wasn't old but he was definitely older than me. He looked to be about late forties, full beard with a thick mustache, and dressed fairly nicely. He wore a grey hat with a matching suit, white button up shirt underneath, and had on expensive looking brown leather shoes. I gulped, dropping my knife to the side when he kept his hands held in the air.
I'm almost ashamed to say that I found the strange older man to be very attractive.
"Hello, Madame. I'm so sorry to be invading your establishment at such late hours, but I heard screaming and felt that you may have needed some help." He slowly puts one of his hands out towards me to help me up off the ground. "Are you alright?" He questioned, my hands wrapping in his, the other grabbing the counter top to steady myself. His accent wasn't like anything that I've ever heard before and he definitely wasn't from anywhere around here.
All I could do was nod in response, catching my breath and clearing my throat. "Y-Yes...Thank you." I say looking into his uniquely colored eyes, finding them to be quite beautiful.
"No need to thank me. It seems as if the universe has constructed this introduction precisely for us to meet. You see, this man is a wanted man- I saw him walking toward this- very lovely shop, and upon him entering, I heard your cries shortly after. The reason I had been following him? I was meant to kill this man for the crimes he's committed. I'm just glad I would be able to stop him from committing another."
I blushed at his words, the way he spoke wasn't something I was at all used to. It was attractive and interesting and I honestly wouldn't mind listening to him speak all day. I nodded my head slowly, looking over his clothes again and back up to his face. He clears his throat, his eyes wandering over my frame as well. "Right." The man said, grabbing my hand and carefully holding it in his grip. "I am Dr. King Shultz. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss...?" He paused for a moment while slowly bringing my hand up and leaning down with my hand now closer to his face, maintaining eye contact.
"Y/n..y/n, y/l/n." I spoke above a whisper, King smiling and placing a soft kiss on the back of my knuckles, rubbing them gently with his thumb, almost as if he was sealing the kiss into my skin.
"Lovely name." He says, never letting go of my hand. "It's a pleasure."
⭐
That night at the bakery would be my last night in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. I decided to pack up what I could from my bakery and leave with Dr. Shultz after making the haste decision to abandon the shop. My real reasoning was unclear, but after he'd explained to me that he wouldn't stay in the towns he visited while collecting bounties for very long, I felt like I couldn't let him just leave. I wanted to go with him.
I figured I'd never met a man like him before and while I loved my shop, business wasn't exactly 'booming' for lack of better words. It could also be that I didn't want to be away from the man who had saved my life, knowing that- that night could've played out a whole lot differently. King wasn't opposed to the idea, mentioning that he would appreciate the companionship and was ultimately okay with me tagging along.
We traveled for miles and miles in his horse-drawn wagon with his horse Fritz. He was the sweetest thing and seemed like a very happy and healthy horse. Very smart too. The months past, King and I started getting to know each other very well, sharing secrets and life stories. On this night, we'd be traveling up to Mississippi, and the sound of the harsh wind and Fritz hoofs clacking against the ground was the only sound we'd be listening to for at least three miles.
I glanced over at King, watching as he pushed back some of his long greying hair away from his face. I studied his features, my eyes falling from his lips, down his torso, and then to his thighs. I stopped there for a moment, feeling my fingers twitch in my own lap, wondering what he would look like with a little less clothing.
"King...Could I ask you a question?" I started, fiddling with the hem of my long dress.
"Of course, what's the matter dear?" He started, not taking his eyes off the road ahead.
"I uhm...I was wondering- since you're so... experienced and I've never uhm.." I wanted to ask him about the things that made me the most curious but the fear was overwhelming me, not wanting to press the older man with my curiosity.
"No need to be shy dear friend, I'm not one to judge...mainly just execute." He jokes, glancing at me with a small smile. I smiled back a bit, but quickly looked down at my knees.
"Well, uhm...What is it like to...lay with someone?"
My words must've startled him, his facial expression changing quickly from that small smile to a look of uncertainty and shock. I blush when he catches his breath, his grip on Fritz's ropes tightening a little. "I'm sorry, my dear. I'm not quite sure what exactly you meant by your question." He clears his throat giving a light nervous chuckle.
I let my hands rest by my side, looking ahead at the dark grainy road before speaking again. "I meant...What is it like to have sex with someone?" His grip on Fritz was tightened again, knuckles turning white as he adjusted himself where he sat. He lets out a shaky breath, eyes looking in my direction without turning his head.
"You mean... You've never slept with a man?" He asked, curiosity striking his own tone, stealing quick glances between me and the road ahead.
I slowly shook my head 'no' slightly embarrassed but my burning desire outweighed that embarrassment. "I wasn't really the type who had the time." I whispered, a pooling wetness forming in my panties making me squeeze my legs together tightly.
"I see..." He loosens his grip on Fritz, taking off his hat and running his hand through his hair. He seemed to be in deep thought, focused entirely on making it to our destination, never having answered my question.
It was quiet for a minute as we pulled off to the side of the road, finding ourselves in front of a small one story cabin building. With the carriage coming to a complete stop, Shultz steps out first, walking around the carriage and over to my side where he helped me to step out. I grabbed his hand, stepping down and standing dangerously close to King, our bodies pressed against one another.
He looked down at me, studying my face just as I had done earlier during the trip here. His eyes seemed to glisten with something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I blushed, looking away and stepping back until I was at least a foot away. King holds his hand out to me once more, leading me towards the small building after placing Fritz's lead onto a post nearby.
"This is where we will reside for the next few nights, darling. This cabin belonged to a dear friend of mine who I met a few years ago but has since moved away.." He continues to speak, carrying our bags of clothes in one hand and still holds my hand in the other. "He gave me access to the cabin, allowing me to stay here during my long travels. There's two bedrooms, one with a king sized bed in which you will be staying."
He lets go of my hand and opens the door, stepping aside to let me in with a soft smile. I raise my dress up slightly to avoid stepping on it and walk in, looking around and seeing how neat and tidy the home was, the cabin being just as beautiful as it looked from the outside. I stepped further inside, King coming in and closing the door behind him, locking the door with the large wooden barrier.
"Well, it seems we've had a long night and an even longer day ahead of us. Why don't I show you to your room, and I'll let you get some rest?" He smiles, setting his bag down on top of an old rocking chair and carrying my bag with him as he leads me down a long and dark hallway. He pulls matches out of his pocket, lighting some lanterns that hung on the wall along the way, carefully setting the one I had been carrying down as we approached my room. Once we had opened the door, I looked around, the king sized bed instantly grabbing my attention.
A vision of King laying on top of my naked body flashed through my mind, that same pooling wetness beginning to spill from me. I let out a soft sigh thinking about him thrusting in and out of me slowly, whispering sweet things into my ear while he filled me up to the brim with pleasure. I felt my back aching imagining what it would feel like to feel him.
With my lack of experience- I never had sex or engaged in sexual acts, but I hadn't been completely ignorant. I had once witnessed a family member of mine having sexual relations with a neighbor, something that burned into my mind and stuck with me ever sense. I never had the desire to commit such acts myself, that is until now.
"Are you alright, darling?" He asked, placing his large hand on the small of my back. I nodded, snapping out of my fantasies, looking over at him.
"Huh? Oh uhm yes.. I'm sorry, I think I'm just tired." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.
"I figured as much, sweetheart." He smiles, walking over to the bedside table, striking another match to light the lamp that sat there. I watched him closely, thinking of how to get rid of my aching arousal for the man.
"King?"
"Yes, my love?" He waves out the match, setting it on the table top.
"I wanted to change into something different...Would you mind just staying by the door so that I could?" I rub my arm watching his body tense up. "I would feel a little safer..." I added hopefully.
He taps his thighs nervously with his finger tips rocking back and forth on his heels in thought. "Yes...I suppose if you should feel safer with me here, then I must oblige." He looks to the corner of the room, deciding to face away from me to give me a sense of privacy.
I smiled softly, sliding the coat that I wore over my shoulders, placing it carefully on the bed post. I reached behind me to unzip my dress when an idea popped into my mind.
"King?" I chimed in with innocence as I 'struggled' with my zipper.
He was quiet for a moment before answering. "Yes, dear?"
"Could you please help me unzip? I can't quite reach it."
He seemed hesitant, almost as if he didn't want to turn around, but eventually he does. He slowly walks over to me, my back facing him, hearing his foot steps approaching dangerously close until I could practically feel him on my backside. His hands slowly reached up to the nape of my neck, fingers brushing against me. He grabs the zipper with his thumb and index finger, carefully dragging it down my back.
I heard his breathing come to a halt when he saw my bare back, stopping for a second before continuing to slide it down. He completely pulls the zipper down all the way, but then I felt both his hands lightly touch either side of my shoulders. He begins to slide the sleeves of my dress down my shoulders, and past my arms. The top of my dress falls completely down, my torso now completely naked except for the necklace that I wore around my neck.
I felt my own breath begin to pick up its pace, my nerves subsiding when I grab the sides of my dress, bending over a little to slide it down over my hips, bending over more to get it off over the swell of my ass. I could feel the heat radiating off of King's body, hearing him swallow deeply. I let the dress fall down to my ankles, grabbing the sides of my panties and sliding those down as well until I was left completely naked in front of the older man who's eyes roamed all over my body.
"Mein Gott, du bist das Großartigste, was ich je gesehen habe.." ("My god, you're the most magnificent thing I have ever seen.") He breathes out. I turn around to face him, his eyes trailing up from my backside to my face, his own flushed red. He fought the urge to let his eyes fall to my breast, the urge that was very clear to anyone who would be able to read the expression he displayed.
"Well, y/n. It has indeed been a long day." His eyes fall to my dress along with my panties that layed perfectly placed on top, seeing the wet spots that were left by my growing arousal. "I'll take these to get cleaned up for tomorrow...I've brought your bag, so you can get comfortable. Rest well, sweet girl." He says, leaning in to kiss my cheek, his lips lingering there for a second too long. He pulls away, quickly grabbing the dress and the panties, sliding the underwear into his pocket when I wasn't looking.
"Goodnight, my dear." He says, quickly rushing out the door and closing it behind him, leaving me standing there naked, my mound throbbing with need.
⭐
I laid in bed for at least an hour after King left the room, unable to sleep. I felt my body unable to rest with thoughts of King spreading my legs open and officially making me his. It didn't feel right trying to spend on my own, my fingers not being enough to relieve my desires, so I thought maybe I could go to Kings room which was just down the hall and tell him how I honestly felt. I wanted him to take my virginity.
I stood up from the bed, now wearing just a new pair of panties and one of King's button up shirts that I had stolen from his bag earlier and placed it into mine. Making my way out of my own room and down the hallway, I started to slowly creep towards King's bedroom, hearing a light smacking sound on the other end of the door. The door was cracked open just slightly, but it was enough for me to be able to see inside without fully opening it. I took a deep breath and carefully looked inside to see he was standing up, my eyes seeing his legs first which were bare, his trousers and underwear around his ankles.
My cheeks grew warm, my eyes trailing upwards to see his fist wrapped around his hard member, pumping up and down quickly with need. I gasped quietly to myself, covering my mouth with my own hand so that I wouldn't be noticed. He quickened his pace and tightened his grip around his cock, pumping hard and fast, taking short breaks in-between to massage his balls. Soft moans and whimpers left his lips as he stroked, my eyes moving up to where those noises came from and I couldn't believe what I saw.
My panties.
He had my worn panties clenched tightly in his hand, holding the crotch closely to his nose, inhaling deeply while letting out satisfied grunts and moans. I felt my own hand wanting to reach for my weeping mound, but instead, I reached for the door handle. I watched for a few more seconds, King rubbing the tip of his cock with desire, inhaling my panties once more before wrapping them around his dick. He pumped at least three more times before letting out a deep groan, spending all over my panties and his hand.
His face was red, beads of sweat on his forehead trickling down his handsome face. I took this chance to knock softly on the door, creaking it open. I watched him panic, hiding the panties quickly behind his back. While lifting his pants up to his hips.
"King?"
He tries to buckle his belt, looking over at me still panicking at my sudden arrival. "Y/n! I-I thought you were asleep!"
I nodded my head slowly, walking in and closing the door behind me. "I couldn't sleep...I wanted to see if you were awake..I thought maybe you could help me?"
He looks down at my clothes, seeing how his own shirt stopped just above my thighs. He breathes out slowly, eyes traveling back up to my breast, my hardened nipples poking through the thin material. "I don't know how I could be of any help to you, dear."
I looked at his waist, his pants hanging low on his hips, belt still undone while his one hand held them up to keep them from falling. "Do you think I could sleep here with you?" I asked kindly, batting my eyelashes at him. He stared at my frame, looking down at the mess that he's made of himself, quickly grabbing his shirt and wiping his hand off, clean from the sticky cum that lightly coated it.
"I'm sorry dear, I don't know if that's a good idea." He starts to say, but I take a few steps forward until I'm standing right in front of him, placing my hand on his chest and trailing it downwards towards the top of his pants.
"Please?" I let my finger tips touch his belt, letting the buckle fall away from the notches. He stared into my eyes, lifting his hand up cautiously to push my hair away from my face.
He thinks for a moment, considering everything, knowing that I had just witnessed him and what he's done. "A-Alright, my love. I-Is there anything I could do to...help you rest?" He asked, trying his hardest to sound genuine without me knowing that he's becoming very tempted and can't seem to hold back what he's been wanting to do.
"Yes..." I start, placing my hand over his semi-hard shaft. "Fuck me?" I start to rub slowly and firmly, earning a small moan from him.
"y/n." He groans out, going to place his hand over my wrist to pull my hand away but once I give a small squeeze, he finds himself guiding my hand closer, applying more pressure to him. "This is wrong...I don't want to make you...Oh God." He pants when I start to press my body closely onto him.
"Please, King. I tried to help myself, tried to make myself cum...I don't know how to do it. I want you to show me." I say, my other hand grabbing at his toned bicep. "I want you." I move my hand away to start unbuttoning 'my' shirt, my breast fully exposing to him.
"A-Are you sure, sweetheart?" He questions, hands falling to my hips, his own pants falling back down around his ankles. I slowly nodded my head 'yes' leaning up to his lips, King closing the space between us and kissing me gently. I kissed back, moaning into his mouth with his finger tips digging into my sides, King sliding his tongue over my lower lip. I have him entrance, our tongues dancing, my moans muffled by the intense kiss.
King pulls back for a moment to look over my body, hands grabbing and rubbing over my breast softly. "Du willst, dass ich dich ficke, Liebling? Ich werde dich ficken, keine Sorge, du hübsches Köpfchen." (you want me to fuck you, love? I'll fuck you, don't you worry that pretty little head of yours.") He coos, pinching my nipple, his other large hand finding its way between my legs to rub my clit over the thin cotton of my panties.
"Ich sah, wie feucht du warst, wie deine Höschen ganz durchnässt waren, und ich konnte nicht widerstehen. Ich musste einfach riechen, wie himmlisch deine kleine Blume duften musste." ("I saw how wet you were, soaking those little panties and I couldn't resist. I had to smell just how divine your little flower must be.") I tilt my head back when he kisses down my neck, nipping at my collarbones and cleavage, pinching my nipple between his thumb and index finger.
I didn't understand a word of what he was saying, but the effect that it had on my body was substantial, my back arching for King when he slides my panties to the side, sliding his index finger up and down my wet slit, slowly pushing it inside me. He pulls back to see my reaction, my eyes closing in pleasure as I squeezed around his digit.
"Does that feel good, love?" He teased, curling his finger upwards inside me, pumping slower but deeper, making me whine for more.
"Y-Yes, King...Please." I begged him, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt, him smiling at me with a joyous grin.
"Good, the faces you make are magnificent." He slides a second finger inside, his thumb pressing against my clit and rubbing in slow tight circles. "Ein junges Mädchen, so attraktiv... willst du einen alten Mann wie mich, der dir wahre Lust bereitet? Der dir alles gibt, was ich habe, dir alles zeigt, was ich gelernt habe?" ("A young girl, so attractive..you want an old man like me showing you real pleasure? giving you everything I've got, showing you everything I've learned?")
I reached down, grabbing his now fully hardened dick and rubbing it through his boxers, moaning loudly when his thumb moves faster, his fingers scissoring inside me, the squelching sounds of my cunt filling our ears making King groan in pleasure.
"Lay down, sweet girl, let me take care of you.." He walks me over to the bed, gently laying me down on my back, his fingers never leaving from inside me. I pull at the hem of his underwear wanting him to take them down, King grabbing them with one hand and pulling them down his legs. I moaned at the sight, his cock rock hard and standing up straight, thick and girthy. "When I first saw you, you had this unforgettable look of innocence on your face... For many nights after, I had wondered if you'd ever been touched by a man. You're so beautiful I'd figured you might have."
He pulls his fingers out of my pussy, holding them closely to his mouth, licking and sucking my wetness off of them. "Seeing how wet you've become over my touch, I could tell that you really hadn't...The way you squirm on my fingers. You taste so sweet, my little doll." He pulls his fingers out collecting my slick onto them, bringing his fingers up to my lips for me to taste. I stick my tongue out letting him coat my tongue in my juices. I suck on his fingers the deeper he places them into my mouth, his cock pulsing at the sight. I glanced down at it, looking back up into his eyes.
"I want to try something.." I mutter with his fingers still in my mouth.
"Anything you want, my love." He whispers, staring at my lips as they're coated in my saliva and slick.
"Can I-" I motion to his cock, opening my mouth and holding my tongue out. He understands immediately, bringing himself closer to my face and holding his dick by the base, steadying it over my tongue. "Of course you can, kitten." He whispers, placing the leaking tip onto my needy tongue. I wrapped my lips around it, sucking slow and hard making him tilt his head back in pleasure, hips snapping forward just a tad. I gag a bit, gaining control and continuing to suck passionately, looking up at him while I do.
"That's it pretty girl... Suck me." He coos, wrapping his hand up into my hair, holding it into a ponytail while guiding me. I sucked harder and harder until I felt him twitch inside my mouth, King pulling out quickly, a small squirt of his spend leaving his cock. "Not yet, I-I want to feel you." He moans, getting on top of me and positioning himself between my thighs. He grinds against me, the soft skin of his balls rubbing on my inner thighs, King leaning his head down between my breasts, messily licking and sucking on my nipples.
"King, Please!" I beg, opening my legs for him. He smirks, reaching between us to like his cock up with my pussy, sliding it up and down, savoring the noises that escape my lips before slowly pushing himself inside me. I clawed at his back, whimpering and moaning his name as he eventually got all seven inches of him inside, stopping for a moment so I could adjust.
"You're doing so well princess... You feel divine. T-That's it." He whispers, grunting when he begins moving his hips back and forth, propping himself up on his elbows, grabbing either side of my face with his hands, leaning down and placing a soft gentle kiss on my lips. He moans, thrusting in and out, stretching me wide for him. "There we go... That's a good girl. There we go." He grunts, moving faster when he can feel my walls tightening around him.
The pleasure was so overwhelming but I'd never experienced anything like this before, not wanting it to end. I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him closer. "Fuck! Please, don't stop." I cried, running my hands through his hair while he pumped in and out.
He picks up his speed, thrusting harder and groaning at the feeling of my wetness dripping down our thighs.
"Fu-Fuck! Daddy!" I screamed, King pausing for a moment to look at me, a lustful darkness forming in his eyes.
"Papa? Ja, genau, Prinzessin, ich werde dein Papa sein und du wirst mein braves Mädchen sein, das mich so gut akzeptiert." ("Daddy? Yes, that's right princess, I'll be your daddy and you'll be my good girl, taking me so well.") He kisses me again, grabbing my breast for leverage, squeezing my nipple the more I moaned, my hips snapping against him as I felt my abdomen grow tighter.
"I could feel you...Squeezing me so tightly. I-I hope you're okay with me not lasting much longer... You're going to s-squeeze me dry." He pants, grabbing the back of my knee and lifting it up to my chest, hitting me in my deepest spot, the spot that made me unfold completely underneath him.
"Y-Yes! Please, I'm-I'm feeling something." I moaned, grabbing at his shoulders. "King, I might p-pee!"
He chuckled darkly, making sure to press our hips closely, my clit rubbing against his pelvis giving me more pleasure.
"That's it my sweet girl! Let it out!" He yells, wrapping a hand around my throat while the other was firmly planted on my thigh. My vision began to blur, the overwhelming pleasure reaching its peak as I felt myself starting to release.
"King!" I screamed, squirting mercilessly around his cock, King thrusting harder and faster than before, if that was even possible. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes shutting tightly as he groaned, hips snapping forward and coming to a sudden stop, his warm seed shooting into the deepest parts of my core. My legs shook around him, unraveling at his waist and falling limply onto the bed. He slowly removes himself, cum leaking from his tip still.
I laid back with my eyes shut, catching my breath as he pulled off me but what I wasn't expecting to feel next was his thick beard tickling my thighs, my legs instantly going to push myself up on the bed, but he wraps his arms underneath them pulling me right back down making me yelp. King licks a long stripe up my slit, his tongue coated in both our spend, lapping at my clit and sliding his fingers back inside me, forcing more of his cum to enter my ruined pussy.
"King! Oh God!" I screamed, my legs kicking but he held them in place. He moans into me, lapping up more of our cum and spitting onto my clit, laying his tongue flat over it and devouring me like it was the first meal he's eaten in a while. "It-it's happening again!" I cry, feeling that familiar tightening in my core, when he curves his fingers once more, I was shocked to see him pull away, tapping at my clit with his other hand, making me release again- only this time if came shooting out like a geyser. I was shocked, but King only held his tongue open, catching every drop that flew towards him. He leans back and wiped his beard clean, his chest heaving up and down.
He pulls himself up on the bed, falling beside me and moaning loudly, clearly exhausted from what we've just done. I tried catching my own breath as well, King pulling me closer and kissing my lips once more, not roughly, but soft and kind. He pulls back looking into my eyes. "If I had known you felt the same way, I would've been open to showing you the many wonders that you'd always fantasized about."
I smiled sheepishly, reaching up and touching his face. "Thank you...King?"
"Yes, my dearest?" He asked, his eyes beginning to close from exhaustion.
"Have you ever been in love?" I asked, tracing small shapes onto his chest, playing with the salt and pepper hair that coated it.
"Yes, indeed I have... If it doesn't scare you away, I would like to confidently say that, I think you've taught me to accept that feeling." He kisses the top of my head, rubbing my shoulder.
"It would've scared me if you didn't feel the same way." I smile, closing my eyes and falling into a deep sleep.
THE END.
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king schultz is such an interesting character hmmmmm. he starts off believing himself to be a principled man who "despises slavery," as he tells django, but really he's not at all above using it to his advantage by keeping django enslaved for a bit, he's patronizing, and he's ultimately naive (in the opening scene he gives a very startled look when he sees django's back).
he enjoys being django's benefactor and teacher because rescuing this uneducated "kid" makes him feel good about himself, but even with that undercurrent of selfishness and self-importance he's still fairly well-meaning.
his attitude first shifts when he hears about broomhilda and sees django's determination to save her.
he goes "wait wait wait, let me get this straight: your slave wife speaks german and her name is broomhilda von schaft??" like up until that point the idea that someone sharing his language and culture could ever be enslaved was totally alien to him. it just doesn't compute, girls with german names aren't owned, and germans don't own people and name them. those realities shatter the neat dividing lines that allowed him to see slavery as disgusting without losing sleep over it so far. he gets another one of those realizations when he (still a bit paternalistically) tells django the story of sigfried rescuing broomhilda.
when told how sigfried scaled the mountain, slew the dragon and walked through hellfire "because broomhilda is worth it," django goes "i know how he feels," and schultz says softly "i think i'm just starting to realize that."
up to that point he - unconsciously - didn't see django as possessing the same internality as a free man. but here django is showing that not only does he have the same passions and emotions as any other man, he also has the same motivations, the same identity as the great german legend sigfried.
treating django as an equal made king believe he saw django as an equal, and in that moment he realizes he hadn't up to that point. this "kid" is a fellow person.
he still slips up into paternalism/mentoring django because of how he feels and not fully because of django himself quite often, but he's at least making progress
but where it gets ever more interesting is in how the dynamic reverses once they get into django's world. where before king was the one teaching django about killing bad guys, urging django to be more ruthless and even mocking him for being too soft, now django's the jaded one teaching this soft-hearted, not-cut-out-for-this-world white man about the reality of evil. it's not "killing people and selling their corpses for cash," it's slavery, and it's worse.
and now that king is starting to see slaves as people and not "poor devils", he just can't cope. I really disagree with the take that king shooting candie was a selfish white savior act done to satisfy his own ego, i think it was more of a trauma response.
king tried to play it too smart with the elaborate mandingo fights charade when buying broomhilda as a "comfort girl" through a proxy would probably have worked better because he's playing it like one of his bounty hunting cons, because he doesn't actually know the world of slavery. the hefty reality check of being roundly outsmarted, his first taste of real helplessness in the face of danger and injustice, plus what he sees in candyland, especially d'artagnan getting mauled by the dogs (yet another european-named person) and broomhilda's back, opens his eyes to a vast darkness he just can't deal with and in the end he snaps.
because ultimately he was the uneducated, impulsive, too gentle nature, not the "kid."
