König fic :) part 5 (Last part)
She whines a little, grinding her wet heat against the rock hard, large bulge in his pants. "Please," she whimpers out to him as his movements still. She was begging. "I need you." Her bright eyes were full of lust and need.
His breath caught in his throat as she ground against him, whimpering those desperate pleas. "Wait, wait." he murmurs, one hand gentle but firm against her waist as the other cups her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek. His dark green eyes search hers with an intensity that's almost scary. "Look at me," his resolve was crumbling as he watched her innocent attempts at seduction. "You’re sure?"
"Yes!" She whimpers out in confirmation. He swiftly unzipped her dress, sliding it off her shoulders and revealing her delicate frame. Her panties and bra matched, a cute, lacy, very light pink that complemented her skin and dark hair. "Please," she whines, rocking my hips against his. She clearly didn’t know just how much this affected him, just trying to get some friction on her throbbing wet core for a little bit of relief. She was ovulating and it made it so much worse, her mound hot and deliciously sticky, he could feel the heat through her panties. God, she was too young for him. Too innocent. But fuck, they both wanted it so badly. She needed it.
His hands shake slightly as he gently removes her bra, letting her breasts bounce free, and he lets out a low growl as he lifts her dress over her head and sees her soaked panties, the delicate fabric clinging to her swollen lips. "Fuck, girl," His resolve shattered as he looked at her, his little match, so innocent and desperate. He groaned, his hands shaking as he reached for his belt. He swallowed hard as he drank in the sight of her delicate lingerie contrasting sharply against her creamy pale skin. The way her hips rolled desperately against him tested his restraint to its-breaking point. "Goddamn," he groaned, his hands trembling slightly as they hovered with uncertainty over her body.
"I need you," she whimpers, the final bit of certainty and consent mixed with her pleading, make him give in to his desires. He took his belt off and tied her hands together in front of her with it. He lays her on my back on the couch, taking off everything but his boxers. She was just in her thin, soaked panties, and the shackles with bells on her ankles as he straddled her. She felt small underneath him and they both loved it. It was thrilling being so easily overpowered. "Fuck!" She mewls out as his fingers go to pinch and roll her nipples.
He groaned at the sight of her, tied up and helpless on the couch, her delicate ankles shackled with bells and her hands bound in front of her. He leaned down, his large hands pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples, making her mewl and arch her back off the couch. "Shhh," he shushes her softly, his dark eyes fixed on her face as he stimulates her sensitive buds. "You're so fucking perfect like this," he murmurs, trailing one hand down her stomach towards your panties. His other hand remains on her breast, squeezing gently.
She gasps and whimpers as his hand trails down. "I need you," she whines out, bucking her hips against his hand involuntarily. His other hand left her breast, going to her lower stomach, pressing down on it to pin her to the couch as his other hand ventured down to her tight heat.
His heart races as he takes off her panties, revealing her soaked slit. He lets out a low, appreciative growl as he presses his palm firmly against her stomach, pinning her down as his fingers tease at her entrance. The delicate fabric falling away to reveal her glistening pink folds as he pressed his hand down on her stomach, his fingers delving between her legs, rubbing against her sensitive clit. "Patience, sweetheart."
She let out a wanton mewl as he rubs her clit, "I-I can’t," she whines as he tells her to be patient. "I need you in me," She was begging, her slit leaking with her arousal. He could practically see how tight she was and felt the resistance of her hymen as he pushed a finger into one of the slits of the barrier. She gasps, her walls fluttering around his finger at the intrusion, a loud, whimpering moan leaving her. She was tight around his finger.
His breath caught sharply as he felt her tight virgin walls flutter around his digit. His eyes darkened with primal lust as he gazed down at her helpless form, hardly able to process how delicate she was compared to his imposing frame. "Holy shit," he let out a shuddering groan as his finger slid to the knuckle into her impossibly tight channel, feeling the flutter of her untouched walls clenching around him. His cock throbbed almost painfully against her thigh, tenting his boxers obscenely. "Fuck, sweetheart, you're so tight."
It took her a moment to get used to him pumping his forefinger in and out of her, his middle finger and thumb gently resting on either side of her swollen lips. She whines, her bound hands pawing at his hand on her stomach that pinned her down, trying to grab onto his arm to hold on to something. "Please fuck me,“ she pleads, her eyes fixated on the massive bulge in his boxers. She was a whimpering mess, hips bucking involuntarily into his hand.
His eyes flicker down to where she’s staring, his erection straining against the thin fabric of his boxers. He pumps his finger in and out of her tight channel a few more times before stopping, making her whimper at the loss. "Shh. You're not ready," he says, his voice husky with restraint as he continues pumping his finger in and out of her virgin cunt. The way her hips buck and her bound hands claw at his arm drives him wild, but he wants to prepare her properly. Well, he’s saying that. He just wants to watch her squirm a little longer.
She whines, his hand on her belly pinning her down harder so her hips couldn’t buck. He slipped another finger into the other small opening of her hymen, leaving her innocence barely intact from the stretch as he caresses her inner walls. "Fuck!" She cries out as he scissors his fingers just barely, stretching her and gently fucking her with them. She was so needy, her wetness pooling and practically dripping from her glistening pink lips.
His fingers work tirelessly, scissoring and stretching her virgin pussy open. Her cries and whines fill the room, her bound hands clenched into fists as she struggles against his grip halfheartedly. "Look at you," He cooed as he could feel her walls stretching around his two fingers as he slowly scissored them open and closed, stretching her small opening for his larger size. His thumb rubbed against her tight hymen, feeling its resistance. "Damn it, you're so tight."
She was a whimpering mess by the time Ghost eventually pulled his fingers out of her, her cum on his digits. Her breathing was heavy, her chest heaving and face burning with an embarrassed blush as he licked her cum off his fingers. "Please, just fuck me, König," she whines, begging as he slips off his boxers to reveal himself. Her eyes were wide, her pupils completely dilated with lust and nervousness.
He chuckles darkly, his dick bobbing heavily in front of her as he kneels between her spread legs. He reaches out to gently part her trembling lips with his fingers, revealing the opening of her virgin cunt. "Fuck, you're so pretty," He kneels between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs as he spreads them wide apart. "Shhh, baby," he coos, his voice low and soothing as he notches the tip of his cock against her tiny entrance.
She was a whimpering, moaning mess as he gently pressed the head of his cock into her, her eyes squeezing shut and a gasp leaving her as he inserted himself to the base, a little blood pooling between her entrance and his base from him breaking her in. She gasps when her hymen rips, crying out, "Fuck!" and whining, harshly biting her lip. Her chest was heaving, and she was trembling, her walls tightening around him.
He groans deeply as he bottoms out inside her, feeling her tight walls stretch and clench around his thick length, a rush of heat and wetness enveloping him. He can feel her hymen stretch and snap, the small, warm gush of blood running. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," König mutters, feeling her body trembling beneath him, and hears her pained cry as he breaks through her hymen. He stills, allowing her a moment to adjust to his size.
She was trembling and panting, but eventually started squirming on his cock, trying to get friction. "Please move,“ she whimpers to him, begging him to move and start fucking her, one of his arms around her waist and his free hand on her pelvis, his thumb rubbing circles on her clit. He was pounding into her, their skin slapping together and obscene wet noises from her soaked core that he was taking for the first time. His dick was covered with her wetness and some of her blood.
He groans, his hips snapping forward as he starts fucking into her, lost in the exquisite tightness of her cunt gripping his cock. He lifts her hips slightly, tilting them to take him even deeper. "Holy shit, you're like a vice," his cock pistons in and out of her, stretching her inner walls to their limit with each powerful thrust. Wet slapping sounds echo through the room, dulled by the TV in rhe background as he fucks her relentlessly, holding her in place for his brutal onslaught.
A wanton moan leaves her as he tilts her hips up. He could see his cock going in and out of her pussy, her belly bulging just barely when he was fully inside of her. "Please,“ she begs, squirming, her bound hands clenched into fists as she pleads. "I‘m so close,“ her voice was breathy, her eyes full of need and her pupils blown wide with lust.
His thrusts grow even harder and more erratic, his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful pump of his hips. He can feel her pussy starting to convulse around his cock, her walls tightening and releasing in rapid succession. "Fuck, you're gonna cum on my dick, aren't you?" His eyes roll back as he feels her pussy clenching and spasming around his cock, her breathy begging and whimpering driving him wild. He pounds into her with reckless abandon. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum inside you."
„Please, yes!" She cries out at his question, cumming hard on his cock as he pounds into her. She was squirming and whining with overstimulation as he continued, mewls and moans leaving her as he chases his own orgasm. The way her walls tightly fluttered around his cock practically milking him inside of her. She was laying there in his arms, her breath heavy as he scooped her up into his arms with her legs around his waist. He hadn’t pulled out yet, sitting on the couch with her in his lap, his arms around her waist as she lay there on his chest.
He holds her close, one hand supporting her back while the other traces soothing circles on her sweat-slicked skin. His cock is still buried deep inside her, pulsing with the aftershocks of both her orgasm and his own. His chest heaves with ragged breaths as he holds her close, feeling her cum-covered pussy pulsing around his still hard cock. He leans down to gently kiss her sweaty forehead, one hand caressing her back while the other supports her weight in his lap. "You did so good, baby. You’re such a good girl. We can pick up plan B at the infirmary later."
This is the last part. It was basically all just self-indulgent fluff to build up to also self-indulgent smut
