Another Collage Based On My Friend's Character From Our D&D Homebrew Campaign.

When you're polyam and your partner is not and they don't accept this part of you... This is so damn frustrating and you feel like you're in a cage; you feel guilty for what you are and you feel like you're cheating on your partner just because you fall in love with another person... And this is what it is going on to me right now 🥲

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Have a very Krampus Christmas!

Hallmark Christmas Movie meets kinky Monster Fucking in this holiday installment of König AU content

non-con to dub-con, MDNI, 18+

more CWs: kidnapping, BDSM, impact play, bondage, pure smutty monster fucking (He has claws, so kind of knife kink vibes as well - and a long tongue *wink wink*)

What if Krampus was real? But he surely can't be! I have been studying folklore monsters and legends from all over the world, and I never laid eyes on any of them. So, when I take a trip to the Austrian alps over Christmas trying to get away from any family celebrations, I don't actually expect to run into him, let alone become his new plaything. Because he needs to show me that he indeed is very real...

a/n: This is an idea I had for Christmas time, taking some of the tropes surrounding Hallmark Movies and combining them with some Austrian folklore (I added some links to explain some stuff!) and our favourite Austrian Big Boy. Non-con/dub-con elements due to the "getting kidnapped (and punished) by a monster" side of the plot.

Read under the cut or on AO3 (7.2k words)

I don't know what the fuck I was thinking when I booked my Christmas holiday in the Austrian alps.

I mean, I know what I was thinking when I saw the ad for this perfect little cozy retreat in the middle of nowhere. In one of my favourite countries that I have never visited before.

The pictures of the mountains, the sun glistening on the snowy slopes, trees peeking through. The little cabins, almost snowed in, the petite village down the hill lit up by Christmassy decorations, small stalls selling baked goods and local specialties, like Glühwein, Kletznbrot and Vanillekipferl.

It all seemed much more appealing than driving home to my family, the big Christmas party with my parents, aunts and uncles, everybody's partners and their children and me in between.

The family weirdo, the only one that moved to another state to study at university, who made her passion for the occult and folklore her job, working at the history department as the specialist for everything about old legends, folk stories and everything in between. Whose job is more important to her than anything else. Who's the only one without a partner and children. The designated kooky aunt. And I'm only turning 30 next year.

My nieces and nephews adore me because I always tell them the most obscure stories I would hear and read about, of the weirdest terrifying creatures that were said to roam the earth, from the chupacabra, the yeti and the wendigo to - especially at Christmas - the Austrian Krampus.

The latter being yet another good reason to travel to the country.

So I booked the trip, packed my bags, told my family they had to celebrate without me and flew to the other side of the ocean, reading up on the local folklore, getting excited for the quiet and relaxed days to come.

Now that I'm standing in the little wood cabin, my breath forming clouds in the coldness around me, I'm not so sure anymore. I sigh which only forms bigger clouds around me and look around. Seems like there only is a fireplace to heat up the room, but there's no fire in it. And no firewood.

I sigh again, leave my suitcase and head back out, pulling my scarf tighter, because it's even colder outside.

I go in the direction of the little house in the middle of the resort where the reception and everything is. I approach it when I hear the loud noise of metal into wood and on the right left side, a few meters into the forest, there's a logging site. And there's a guy chopping wood, lifting the axe over his head and then bringing it down on the log.

The snow under my boots crunches as I come closer. "Excuse me.", I pipe up and the guy throws down the axe, so it gets stuck in the chopping block.

He turns to me. "Yes?"

When I look him up and down, I finally get what they mean with "ruggedly handsome". Strong arms, broad shoulders that even show in the thick flannel shirt he's wearing. Long dark hair that's put into a messy bun. A serious face with a crooked nose, a strong jaw and a stubble.

And ridiculously tall. Ridiculous. What do they eat in Austria to get that tall?

I clear my throat, ignoring how the man in front of me is obviously very attractive (also - chopping wood like that? Ugh) and start to explain: "Uh, I just wanted to ask uh, because the cabin is cold, uh with the fireplace-"

Great, apparently my eloquence goes out the window as soon as I talk to a man. An attractive one at that, but still.

The corners of his mouth tip up, even from a few meters away, I can see how the grin transforms his face. I groan inwardly, smiling back hesitatingly.

"Yes, those logs are for your cabin, ma'am.", he answers, the voice loud and friendly. He has a singsongy tone while speaking English that I've already heard from other Austrian people.

"Oh, ah, thank you, that's very nice of you.", I say.

"Of course! If you would be so kind and help me carry a few of those, I can show you how to get the fire started asap.", he waves me over.

I come closer, taking some of the logs he hands me. Standing next to him it's even clearer how freakishly tall he is, surely way over 6 feet tall.

We make our way back to my little cabin, he is carrying at least thrice the logs I have in front of me.

"You must be Mrs. Miller, right? This cabin is yours?", he asks gesturing in the direction of the little building that the receptionist showed me.

"It's Miss, and uh yeah, that's mine.", I answer not really sure why I felt the need to clarify that I'm not a Mrs. "And you are...?"

We're at the cabin and I open up the door, slipping in first and then turning around as he ducks his head to fit through the frame.

Now it's his turn to get seemingly a little nervous. "Oh, scheiße, my bad, I didn't even introduce myself. I'm König, the son of the owner.", he says, setting the firewood down on the little rack, and extends his hand to shake mine. I take it, feeling the strong hand, the calloused palm, but still gentle enough not to squish me.

The owner's son, huh?

"König, like king in German?", I ask which earns me a surprised look on his face.

"Exactly.", he says, letting go of my hand and kneeling down to get the fire started. "So, you speak German?"

I shake my head. "Not really, just a few words. You know, those words you stumble over as a historian, like 'kaiserlich und königlich' - oh, I'm sure I butchered the pronunciation."

He grinned up at me while he stacked the logs in the fireplace, making sure they're all evenly spaced out. "No, you're fine. So, what does an American historian do in Austria over the Christmas holidays?", he enquires. "If you don't mind me asking."

"Honestly? I just needed a few days away from everything.", I explain. "And sometimes celebrating with your big extended family is not really a vacation."

He laughs, a deep full sound, that makes my stomach jump because damn, even that is way too attractive.

"I can understand that.", he says. "Most people come to the resort after the holidays, to also go skiing, but we do have some people staying over Christmas, like you." He gestures me to hand him the matchbox and some newspaper sheets.

"So, yeah, I'm just gonna relax for a few days, go on some walks in the idyllic countryside, and get to know some local traditions rather than explaining to my mom why I don't have a boyfriend." I almost bite my tongue because I really could have chosen any other example. Especially when I see the amused look he shoots me.

Laying it on thick, Missy. I reprimand myself. Leave the poor man be, I bet with his looks he has every second woman coming to the resort - single or not - flirt with him.

The fire is burning now, the little flames licking at the wooden logs, and he straightens back up. Now I have to tilt my head back to keep looking at him.

"Why did you come to Austria then?", he continues. "There are many places with beautiful scenery and local history to visit."

"Well, actually I'm a historian for everything folklore and occult, and the need to shoo away evil spirits with scary looking creatures always fascinated me, so Krampus was a big plus as well.", I explain.

His brows shoot up in surprise, something I'm used to by know, whenever I tell someone about my job and interest.

"Oh, that's quite unusual.", he comments, a sly smile on his face."So, you already know everything about the Perchten and Krampus?" The way he rolls the R and pronounces the ch, damn. The harsh German words in between the English sentences are something else.

"Well, I don't know everything, but I know of them. Krampus is actually one of the favourite stories of my nephews and nieces.”, I tell him.

“Oh really?”, a grin lights up his face. “Isn’t that too scary for them?”

“Not at all.”, I laugh. “It may be a bit scary, but after all it’s just a story, right?”

"Right. Well, if you're interested in some more of the folk legends and history around Christmas, we have a small little museum with a bunch of Krippen (nativity scenes), but also knowledge about the pre-Christian folklore. And - we actually have a Perchtenlauf tomorrow, if you're up for that.", he tells me.

"Oh really?!", I almost yell, getting excited now. "Oh, I have to look at that for sure. Thanks for telling me!"

He waves it off. "Ah, no problem. - And who knows, you might get a little glimpse of the real Krampus?", he jokes, a certain aura of something I can't quite pinpoint in his eyes.

I laugh and shake my head. "No, I don't think I will. You know, him not being real and all?"

He joins my laughter, but at the same time shrugs his shoulders, tilting his head to the side.

"Because he's just a legend.", I reiterate. "And I've never met one of those in all of my years of studying them."

"Who knows...", he trails off ominously, still laughing as he waves and leaves my cabin.

Kind of endearing that the locals still believe their own folklore tales.

The little town down the hill is as cozy and cute as the pictures made it out to be. I looked at all the goodies and thingamajigs at the stalls, tried everything there was to eat and drink, my belly revolting against all the sugar I ingested. I talked to the people in the stalls, those who could speak English at least, bombarding them with questions about what they were selling and this and that about the history of the little town and all of the traditions they were celebrating. Being the exemplary American tourist I truly was inside. Maybe I should have asked König to come with me, to work as a translator, to show me around.

But when I saw him shortly this morning and he gave me a friendly look, his eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t quite read, all of my fervor left me, and I couldn’t bring myself to even approach him. I sigh when I think about it now. But well, whatever. I’m here to spend some time relaxing in the Austrian alps, not shacking up with the son of the owner of the resort I was staying at. (Even though he looks like a tall tree waiting to be climbed)

My nose is already red and frozen, but the rest of my body is still warm and snug, tightly packed into a thick parka, knit mittens on my hands, a scarf around my neck and a way too big beanie on my head. Not winning any beauty contests with that, but that’s not the point either.

With another Glühwein in my hand I wait for the Perchtenlauf to start and even though I know what to expect in general, I’m surprised what I see. Small children sitting on their parent’s shoulders, grandparents chatting to their teenage grandchildren. People of all ages waiting with me.

The little parade starts and different kinds of demonic goat-looking Krampus-like creatures roam the streets, trying to scare the people behind the barricades. They are backing off in return, bumping into each other and into me.

I take a few steps back, getting my mulled wine to safety before any more can be spilled, and watch the Perchten from afar. All the different shapes and sizes of them, in darker or lighter fur, with different horns, different rods, different masks, some a bit scarier than the others. And every single one of them just having fun running around like this, trying to scare and hit people.

After I finish the drink, I dare to come closer again. My god, people getting flogged by fur-clothed creatures in masks in the middle of the street sure seems kinky to the foreign mind. They all don’t seem to bat an eye.

It’s all good fun, laughter intermingling with the screams when some of them come too close. More than one teenager tries to pick a fight with one of the Perchten, almost always losing to them, getting hit with the birch rods for it.

One of them comes closer to me, the mask a scary looking face with big teeth, a long tongue and glowing red eyes. They stalk closer and closer until they reach me, pushing against the barricades to get to me. A damped down voice resounds from the mask, but I don’t understand anything anyway because they’re talking in German – and then they start to hit my calves with the rod in their hand. I yelp, more surprised at the sudden sensations than really scared. I start to laugh and they join me, hitting me one more time, this time a little harder, then giving me a little wave and stalking off again.

I shake my head, a grin forming on my face. Nobody’s gonna believe me when I tell them about my little winter vacation back home.

I finally made it back to my little cabin after a long day in the village, the last climb to the resort made me pant and huff. A lot. God damn it, I’m out of shape.

I cooked myself a nice hearty stew, ate the hot meal to warm myself up and then I bundled up in front of the fireplace with a book in my hands and a mug of tea. And the stories about "Österreichische Sagen" (Austrian Folk Tales) are fascinating, yet it doesn’t take long until the letters start dancing in front of my eyes, and a sleepy drowsy feeling comes over me.

The room is only lighted by the flames flickering in the fireplace and I almost feel like I'm drifting away into sleep when all of a sudden the door swings open with a bang. I startle, a small scream escaping me, from the sound alone. But my head whips to the side, looking around what happened, panicked as I feel the cold gust of wind blow through the cabin.

My eyes widen in shock, any more screams getting stuck in my throat, at the sight in front of me. The creature fills the whole doorframe, looking like the Perchten I saw a few hours before, only bigger and fucking scarier. Broad hairy shoulders are spanning from one side of the door to the other. Long arms with clawed hands holding it open. A dark black hood hides the face of the creature, but the eyes - glowing red - protrude out from the mask. Horns of a ram, long and coiled, adorn the head, almost grazing the roof of the cabin.

Even with the mask, I know what or rather who this is - Krampus. Fear licks up my spine and I scramble to get up from the couch. "No, no, no, that can't be.", I whisper to myself in panic, looking around to find somewhere to escape to, but there is nowhere to go.

The creature comes closer, taking long strides with the fur-clothed legs, hoofs clomping on the floor. Chains around the hips that drag over the floor, the sound stoking my fear.

This can't be real. It has to be a practical joke - or maybe I did fall asleep, and this is all a dream. I'm still backing off, frantically shaking my head, the creature almost standing right in front of me now, until my body is backed into the wall.

My breath is going hard and rugged, and I'm starting to hyperventilate, when he grabs me, the big, clawed hands pulling me against the broad hairy chest as I wail and try to free myself from his hold on me, but it doesn't work. "No please.", I wine, the screams and flailing of my arms not doing anything, not strong enough to fight the demon looking Krampus and no people around to hear my cries. His eyes stare me down and I feel their pull as much as they terrify me at the same time.

I slump down, my strength leaving me, and the last thing I'm aware of is Krampus setting down the big basket on his back, the one he uses to carry the naughty children, then my vision fades to black.

When I wake up again, I don't know where I am.

I barely know who I am.

I sit up trying to collect my thoughts when I feel cold metal scrape against my ass. My naked ass.

I'm butt naked in a cage. The only thing on my body is a tight sitting something around my neck. My hands find it, exploring it, and it seems to be out of leather, tightly secured with nowhere to open it, and a metal ring in the front.

Almost like a dog's collar.

And even though I'm naked, I'm not freezing the slightest, the light chill against my skin from the metal cage not the main reason why I'm shivering.

I come closer to the bars of the cage, looking around.

It looks like I'm in a shed, a tall wooden one with a gate, but not just any normal shed, oh no.

All kinds of whips, floggers, masks, gags and handcuffs hang on the walls, as a decorative display of sexually stimulating gadgets, and a row of furniture-esque playthings stand about the whole room. A rather normal looking bed, albeit huge with a canopy, a throne with chains hanging over it, a sex swing, a cross on the wall, and as the center piece a bench with arm and leg rests, for a person to lie on, their front against the leather covered material, with easy access to head and behind.

Everything decorated in even more hardcore sex paraphernalia.

And don't forget the cage I'm currently sitting in. Naked. Taking everything in I can't help the panicky laugh that escapes me. Because this is just ridiculous.

Looks like the fucking Krampus is into fucking BDSM.

"Good morning, Dornröschen.", a dark voice booms through the shed. A voice that doesn't belong to a man, to anything human.

The fur-covered legs are the first thing I see of him, he's crouching down to come face to face with me.

The glowy red eyes intensively stare at me through the hood, the black fabric concealing the rest of his face. His gaze rests on me, almost with a hypnotic pull, a weirdly soothing feeling washing over me. And I get that I should be much more scared than I am - given the current situation - but I can't bring myself to scream again, when he opens the cage door, and his clawed hand reaches for the collar around my neck. He pulls at it, pulling me out of the cage and into him.

As I'm getting up, he lets go of it for just a moment and I take the chance to make a run for it.

A foolish attempt, because I don't even manage to reach the tall gate on the end of the shed, before his long arms snake around me, securing me. "Oh no, don't even think about it.", his demonic voice grunts into my ear. "You're mine tonight."

He lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder.

"Stupid Gör, trying to run from me. Oh, I'm gonna punish you for that.", he grumbles, his hand coming down on my naked ass. I yelp at the slap, a flurry of pleading "please" dropping from my mouth.

He carries me over to the bench I was looking at before and sets me down on it, my front hitting the leather covered plane hard. Air gets knocked out of my lungs. He's quick to secure my arms and legs to the rests on the bench, so I can't escape anymore.

Being strapped to it like that, I can't see what he's doing anymore, my head turning from left to right while I hear him fumbling around with something in the background.

He approaches the bench again, the hoofs scraping over the ground until he stops, and the anticipation is deafening. Only my panicky breaths cut through the silence until some kind of whip resounds in the air, coming down on the plump flesh of my ass, and a scream from my throat follows.

"Tell me, what kind of whip does Krampus use to punish the naughty and disobedient?", he asks me, almost sounding like a teacher questioning a student. At first, I don't even react, still reeling from the sting in my asscheek, the pain hot and pulsating. He hits me again, my body convulsing.

"Answer me.", he mutters, stroking over the sensitive skin with whatever he's hitting me.

"A birch rod.", I answer, my voice hoarse and panicked.

Instead of confirming or denying my answer, the rod leaves another streak on my cheek, the skin surely red by now.

"But I wasn't even naughty!", I plead, referring to Krampus punishing the naughty and disobedient, straining against the chains that secured me to the bench, and his birch rod comes down again. I whimper.

"Oh, I know, you're a very good girl, aren't you?", he drawls, the demonic voice almost purring. "Almost too good, hm?"

He hits me again. The sting in my ass is making me squirm against the leather and even though I'm currently strapped to a bench in a sex dungeon shed in the middle of nowhere in Austria getting flogged by fucking Krampus, I can't help but feel the pleasure through the pain he's inducing.

Especially after he called me a good girl.

And the realization douses me in ice-cold shame, my spine going rigid, even before he hits me another time with the rod.

"Then why me?", I whisper.

I hear his steps coming closer to my head, until he stands right in front of me, leaning down, coming face to face with me. He grabs my chin, so I can't look away, his hot glowing eyes staring into mine.

"Because I couldn't believe that the stupid, but oh so cute American folklore historian thought I wasn't real.", he says, and my eyes widen as I take in his words. And the suspicions I already had about him got confirmed. The ridiculously tall stature and the light Austrian singsong in his words, although his voice is much more demonic now, are the only real clues, because the rest of him looks so different and his face is covered. But it's him. I’m sure.

"So, I plan on showing her just how real I am and leave her with the marks to prove it.", he continues. Talking about 'her' like he doesn't mean me right in front of him.

He leans forward, coming even closer and I try to back off, but I can't, so I just see in the corner of my eyes how he lifts the hood, latching onto my shoulder, a little bite that makes me yelp, to showcase what kind of marks he's talking about.

He pulls back, and I see the hint of a devilish grin and the tip of a tongue before the hood falls back over his face again.

"But, but, but I don't understand.", I whine again.

"I think I've heard enough from you right now.", he says assertively, and before I can register it, he put a gag in my mouth, securing it behind my head.

He moves to the other end of the bench again, his claws stroking down my spine, the sharp edges against my soft skin stoking the fear that has me shivering against the leather underneath me, but at the same time sends zaps of pleasure to my core.

The sounds I'm making get muffled by the hard silicone-covered ball in my mouth, the restriction on my breathing making me even more panicked. And turned on at the same time.

His hand slides over my ass, the sharp claws drawing little lines on the plush skin. The sensation is foreign and... exciting.

The fingers drop down between my cheeks, until they find my treacherous wet pussy.

"Oh, Liebes, you are fucking soaked.", he coos, playing with my clit, flicking against it with the claw, pressing on it with his rough fingertips.

And I feel how the little touches are making me even wetter. I squirm against his fingers, almost needy, almost searching for more friction.

He chuckles, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Someone's eager, huh?"

I shake myself, having a hard time coming to terms with it. My head is still trying to catch up with what my body already knows, the horny little thing.

His fingers are slipping into me, and my spine goes rigid as I expect the claws to scrape my insides, but I only feel the digits stretching me. The claws seemingly gone.

"Tiny little thing you are.", he coos, spreading his fingers inside me. "And I don't want to break you." The stretch inside me intensifies as he tries to push in another finger and I mewl, my nails digging into the leather arm rest. "Hmm, well, maybe a little.", he chuckles darkly.

The rod comes down on my ass again, the sudden pain making me jump, moving his fingers inside me, and the sound I make around the gag is something muffled between a scream and moan. He works me open with his fingers while he keeps flogging me, the sensations making me dizzy, panting against the gag in my mouth, straining against the chains that hold me down, until he stops.

"So fesch, so pretty, how your ass turns red for me.", he praises me, the words registering in my mind as I go limp and rest my face against the cool leather. It's short lived because suddenly I feel his teeth digging into the swell of my ass. He's biting me while his fingers work themselves in and out of me at a brutal pace. My mind can't keep up anymore, but I feel my body become pliable, my thoughts hazy and my pussy wetter and needier.

He pulls his digits out of me, and I whimper at the loss of fullness, but that doesn't last long. His hands grip my hips, the hold almost bruising, and then I feel his tip against my entrance, pushing once with punishing force.

Krampus doesn't give me long to adjust myself to his size, he just starts fucking me. The whole bench shakes with every push of his dick into me, skin slapping against skin hard, the sounds filling the room, intermingled with my desperate muffled mewls and moans.

"Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined.", he grunts. "Taking me deep like a good little whore."

His words cut through the hazy pleasure. Deep indeed. Hard and brutal as well. And I don't think anybody has ever called me a whore while fucking me. But then again, I've also never been strapped to a bench like this, never ballgagged, never flogged. Never fucked by Krampus.

He keeps up the punishing pace and I can feel the waves of arousal growing. Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. I want to say it out loud, tell him, but with the ballgag I can only produce incoherent ramblings. My thighs start to shake uncontrollably, and when he hits the sensitive spot inside me again, hard, I cum on his dick, my body shaking and pulling on the restraints.

He doesn't fucking stop, fucking me through my orgasm. "Oh, what a little slut.", he chuckles, then the next thing I hear is him spitting and I feel wetness running down between my cheeks.

His fingers spread the saliva on my other hole, dipping into it, stretching me out, at first just one, then two digits. Pushing in as deep as they can reach.

I feel like I'm gonna burst, full of his dick and his fingers, fucking me in unison, the stretch being way too intense. "You swallow me up so nicely.", he praises me, filling me deep and hard.

If I could have said something, I would've cursed him out. Even if he would have punished me for it. How am I supposed to go back to my boring life as a folklore historian who goes on dates maybe five times a year and gets laid like - never? Whose only reason for taking the pill is to combat her terrible period pains? Whose most adventurous sexual experience was a bad quickie in the back of a car?

Not an unwitting participant in Krampus' punishment of the disobedient and naughty that's already stoking my second orgasm. Not being a submissive plaything that's forced to take everything. Not me actually enjoying this, even though my body can barely keep up and the pain is radiating through my core. The pleasure coursing through me is even more intense.

I feel his hand snaking around my thigh until he reaches my clit, and when he flicks it with his claw, I come undone, pulsing around him, screaming into the ballgag until I can't scream anymore and almost feel like fainting.

He pulls back, pulling his dick and fingers out of me, the intense stretch gone in an instant, and I finally feel like I can breathe again.

His hoofs clomp on the floor as he makes his way to my head, his shadow looming over me first, before his huge stature appears in front of me.

My eyes widen as I take in his dick, long, thick, hanging heavy in front of him. Glistening with my juices. A bit of precum dripping down when he positions it in front of me.

My god, that was inside me? Holy hell.

"Mmh, is your mouth as hot and tight as your other holes, huh?", he teases me, finally pulling the gag from my mouth, and I take in a big breath of air. My jaw hurts from being pushed open like that, the muscles still tense.

"Please..." is all I say, and I don't even know what I'm pleading for. For him to let me go or to fuck my mouth?

He doesn't hesitate, taking the chance to bully his cock into my mouth, my lips closing around the girth.

"Taste yourself on my cock, hm? I bet you taste fucking divine.", he grunts teasingly, pushing himself deeper until I gag around him.

I can't take much of him, not even in this position. I lap at his tip when he pulls back again, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, before he starts to fuck my mouth. Shallow pushes of his hips that still make my eyes water and tears run down my cheeks.

"Fuck, so fucking pretty.", he growls, gripping my hair. He moves me to his rhythm as far as the restraints on my limbs allow it, the eyes fixed on my face.

I look up at him, tears blurring my vision, sticking out my tongue to make room for more of him, violently gagging when he pushes deeper into my throat.

"You squeeze me so tight, whore.", he mumbles, the degradation making me moan around his thick length, my eyes rolling back, everything getting hazier.

"Oh, you like that, huh?", he chuckles, a satisfied little sound. "Then take it, take more of me, slut."

He lifts his hood a little bit and spits in my face, the little dollop of saliva dropping down on his dick, and he feeds me his spit with the next push of his hips.

It doesn't take long until he cums in my mouth, shooting his arousal down my throat, groaning loudly, and I swallow everything down. He pulls back, his cock leaving my throat hoarse and used. I lick my lips, still tasting him, lapping up every little drop that got spilled.

He crouches down again, his red eyes finding mine, and I could have sworn, he's wearing a satisfied grin underneath the mask. His hand cups my cheek, softly wiping away the tears, while he kisses the other side of my face through the hood, leaving stains of wetness on the fabric.

"I need to fuck you again.", he grumbles, the dark voice sending another shiver over my body, but I don't know if I have another round in me. My muscles hurting, my pussy sore. My mind reeling from everything we've done so far, everything he's done to me.

He unchains me, first my hands, then my feet, and this time I don't even try to run, I can't, my legs wouldn't support me. I just let him do as he pleases.

He lifts me and carries me over to the throne like seat, placing me onto it, spreading my legs over the armrests. He raises my wrists over my head, snapping handcuffs on them and pulling me up by them, until I'm half-suspended in the air over the throne. Spread out for him.

He comes closer, kneeling before me on the seat of the throne. His hands grab my waist, lining me up, the tip nudging against my wet abused entrance, and I can't rip my eyes away from the point where we are connected, as he slowly fills me up.

The first rounds were punishing, brutal and almost impersonal, with him standing behind my body that was strapped to the bench. This however seems like he wants me to know, to see that it's him fucking me. The pace isn't less wild, his dick stretching me open, my legs spread wide to accommodate his hips between my thighs, his lap colliding with mine with full force. My gaze is fixed on him, the unusual sight of him keeping me somewhat grounded. This is happening, this is still fucking happening.

He’s pulling me into him, the sound of the chains over my head intermingling with my desperate cries and moans, not damped down by any gags. I look up at him, only able to take what he gives me, and with a mumbled "fuck fuck fuck, gonna cum", I clench on his dick, squeezing him hard, harder than the first times, which makes him cum as well, a guttural moan escaping his lips, rolling back his eyes, the red pupils switched out for pitch black nothingness, as he spills inside me.

He pulls back and I can feel a gush of wetness dripping out of me, our combined cum staining my inner thighs.

He straightens up to reach the cuffs, flicks them open, my arms dropping down, my whole body collapsing onto the throne. I groan, relieved not being held up by my arms anymore and my chest is shaking with every breath I take.

Krampus is still towering over me, his eyes are fixed on the spot between my thighs, my pussy with his cum still slowly drooling out.

"You look fucking delicious.", he growls, kneeling down right before me.

He lifts the hood, pulling it up and to the side, letting it rest over the bridge of his nose. And I see his mouth, formed into a devilish grin, the teeth bright, white and sharp, sharper than human teeth, and his tongue.

The tongue. Oh my god.

Red, thick and long. Reaching way beyond his jaw as he sticks it out.

And he has the fucking nerve to wink at me as I look at him in disbelief.

His eyes are fixated on my face as he licks me for the first time, the tongue rough against the puffy wet folds, and the moan that leaves my throat almost comes out like a little scream.

Teasing, licking, kissing - biting. The inside of my thighs is littered with hickeys and bitemarks, small little marks he leaves in his trail. He's licking up everything, hungrily lapping up my arousal. I squirm in the seat, my hips grinding against his lower face, my arms flailing around, looking for purchase.

"Hold onto them, hold onto my horns.", he orders, speaking against my pussy.

Unsure, I grip the horns, closing my fingers around the smooth ridges, which earns me a satisfied hum.

"So obedient, so good at following my orders.", he murmurs while he lazily licks up and down, tasting me. "And good girls deserve to come on my tongue." Oh fuck, I don't think I can, is what I want to say, but I'm already to fucked out to even speak.

He licks deeper, his tongue dipping into me repeatedly until he doesn't pull back anymore, just pushes his tongue into me. Deeper and deeper until I'm almost as filled by his tongue like I was by his dick before.

Whimpers and moans drop from my lips as I pull him closer to me by the horns, a dark satisfied chuckle dropping from his lips. His tongue retreats as he speaks: "You like that, huh? How my tongue feels inside you? Yeah, you do, du unanständiges Gör." and all I can do is nod and whimper, grinding my pussy against his mouth, searching desperately for the next high. He flicks over my clit with the tip of his tongue and then he latches onto it, sucking hard, and I cum again. Weak moans and screams escaping me as I hold onto his horns to steady myself, gushing wetness against his mouth, jaw and down my thighs, even onto the hood and the fur on his chest.

"You can do one more.", he says not stopping at all, and if my tear ducts hadn't been dry already, the overstimulation would have made me cry hot tears. "I want you to fucking soak me."

"Please, I can't.", I cry out, but his tongue is already filling me up again, ready to teach me better.

Ruthlessly searching for the spots inside me that make me squirm against his face, his nose nudged against my clit.

Then his hand finds my other hole again, pushing into it with one thick digit, I almost feel like starting to pray. He abuses the sensitive spot from both sides, his fingertip massaging inside my ass, while his tongue flicks against it inside my pussy, a strange feeling, but my god, it does feel good.

I look down at him between my thighs and the sight pushes me over the edge. I gush around his tongue which pulls a satisfied hum from his lips, and he starts to lap up every drop, when I still squeeze down on his finger in my ass, the orgasm getting drawn out by the digit still moving inside me. Lewd moans and sounds fill the shed until I'm finally all spent, and he's satisfied as well, pulling away from me.

I slump down, letting go of the horns, almost falling off the throne, but he catches me, pulling me against his chest, the big hands caressing my back, the aching muscles and skin.

He lifts me up, carrying me to the bed that we didn't even use, laying me down on the soft comforter, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, some English, some German. And even in his voice I felt the soothing blanket they put over me, just like the one he pulls over me as I start to shiver. His strong arms embrace me, and the warmth of his body against mine easing the come-down, and I feel myself noticeably relax into him.

"That was something else.", I whisper against his chest, hearing him chuckle, the sound not as demonic as before, when darkness engulfs me again, his faint whispered praise washing over me.

I wake up when a little ray of sunshine tickles my nose. Hesitatingly I open my eyes and instant relief washes over me when I see that I'm in the cabin. On the sofa where I fell asleep. I sigh, but when I want to pull the blanket away, I almost can't move because my muscles are hurting.

Realisation hits me as I pull it away and bruises and bitemarks adorn my legs and arms.

I don't think this was a dream at fucking all.

He must have carried me to the cabin again, put clean clothes on me and tucked me in. And put logs into the fireplace, so the flames won't die down.

Right next to me is a tall glass of water, and two little painkillers (still packaged).

Although the pain isn't as bad, I'm mostly sore, I still wash them down instantly. The rest of the day I spend snoozing on the couch, only getting up if I have to, getting back the strength and energy I spent getting fucked like that.

Also thinking a lot about what happened. And every time I think it might just have been the weirdest wet dream I ever had, the bruises of the hardcore sex remind me that I really got fucked by Krampus. And I can't tell anybody because they would think I've finally truly gone crazy.

I don't see him - König or Krampus or whatever you would call him - anymore the next few days. The anticipation of seeing him, accompanied by a hint of fear, keeps me on my feet, but he doesn't show.

And I try not to feel disappointment over it, even though I mostly tell myself that it's better this way. I probably wouldn't have survived another round.

I'm all the more surprised when he suddenly stands in front of me after I've already checked out, ready to leave.

I look up at him, a light smirk on his face, and I see it, even in this more human form, I see the Krampus inside him, with the long hair on his head, the broad shoulders, the big hands. The little sharper than usual canines. The red reflection in the pupils of his eyes. The ridiculous height and body build.

"Leaving?", he asks, a kind of small talk start, as I clearly am leaving.

I just nod, pointing at my suitcase. He nods. And silence falls over us again.

"Did you manage to get a glimpse at Krampus?", he starts anew, a surprising question to be sure.

I nod again, clearing my throat, before I speak: "I did."

"And?", he wants to know and I can see the tiniest bit of apprehension in his eyes.

"He was definitely different than I imagined.", I answer truthfully, but I can't help the little smile forming on my lips.

The smirk on his face widens. "I see.", is all he says. "Get home safely and maybe don't forget about Krampus."

I laugh a bit at his words, aware of the marks that still adorn my body. "Don't worry, I won't. And maybe I'll see him again when I visit next year. Who knows?"

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hysteria

summary: ghost needs help expressing his emotions

simon ‘ghost’ riley x afab!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), slight dark themes, light bondage, blindfold, mention of weapons, teasing, overstimulation, oral (fem rec), use of vibrator, ice play?, choking, kinda free use, name-calling, multiple creampies, possessive!ghost, dacryphilia if you squint, wax play, mirror sex

a/n: this is porn with very minimal plot, not proofread

Something was off with Ghost all day, his responses to you curt, revealing little about his thoughts, it worried you considering when he got quiet it meant he was in a dark place mentally. He'd only been home a week after being gone months on deployment, it was a good week, your time spent with mundane domestic tasks but it was like a switch was flipped, his presence grown cold with no explanation as to why.

You move closer to him in the room, standing in front of his sat form, his elbows propped on his knees as he stares at the ground, clearly lost in thought considering he neglected to acknowledge your presence.

You place your hands gently on his shoulders, feeling him tense under your touch, waiting a moment before digging your digits into the muscles, doing your best to knead any stress that was bearing weight on him.

"What are you doing?" His voice is low, his accent rumbling in his chest as his gaze stays on the floor.

"You seem upset"

"M'fine"

"Liar"

He snaps his head to you, the smirk on your lips fading as he stares at you with dark eyes, "What's wrong Simon"

"I told you, nothing"

"You've been ignoring me"

"Have I?"

"I don't want to play this game with you"

"Game?"

You pull your hands from him, crossing them over your chest, "I can help, just tell me what's wrong"

He stands to his full height, his stare boring into you as his height forces you to feel small in front of him, your body suddenly nervous. You place a soft hand on his chest, keeping him in his place as he stretches his shoulders, broadening his chest. He grabs your wrist, pulling it from him and holding it at your side, his grip harsh on your skin,

"Si, let me help"

He watches your pleading eyes, he wants your help, but he still hasn't figured out how to vocalize it, he watches the way your hand falls limp in his grip, you aren't fighting against him, you know he'd never hurt you, your features are soft as you watch him, his tired eyes looking down at you as he releases your hand, watching it fall.

"I want to help"

You move your arms to touch him but he steps back, swallowing in his throat, "No touching"

"Okay"

"Close your eyes"

There were occasions during sex when he'd make an effort to hide his face, turning off lights or keeping his mask on, he'd never left it up to you to be the one without sight. You close your eyes, keeping your body still as you hear him move around you, he reaches for a drawer before returning to you, your heart jumping as you feel a piece of fabric slip over your eyes, his hands tying it behind your hair, keeping it snug.

You raise your arms as you feel his fingers tug at your shirt, helping him to lift it from your form, allowing your chest to enter his view, his hands moving quickly to your pants, tugging them down as you step out of them. Letting out a heavy breath as you become completely exposed to him, unaware of your surroundings.

You hear him move away, opening a cabinet before moving back to you, he tosses an object onto the bed before his arms lock under your thighs, hoisting you against him with minimal effort as your fingers cling to him. He lays you on the bed, allowing you to adjust against the mattress before he grabs your wrists, tugging them above your head, he shifts the object above your head, using some form of string to tie your wrists to it, securing them so they stay positioned above you, unable to move.

You tense your hands, trying to get a feel for the object, it's cold, somewhat cylindrical, whatever it is, its position means you truly can't touch him, even if you tried.

The mattress dips under his weight, you can feel the skin of his bare chest against yours, moving your legs to rub against the harsh fabric of his pants, his breath fans over your ear making your hair stand on end.

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life Si"

"Good"

He moves from the bed, your ears tuning in to the sounds of his movements as he passes through rooms, your breath hitching as the sound of objects setting on the side table makes you jump.

His palms flatten against your thighs, pushing them apart, pressing them into the bed as he spreads them, your arousal evident by the way your pussy glistens, you can feel his stare, the way his thumbs dig into your flesh as his gaze devours you.

He removes a hand, reaching over you, your muscles tense as he presses something freezing against your flesh, your hips squirming as he runs it over your inner thigh, the object dripping against your skin.

Ice

He runs the ice cube over the flesh, letting it drip from your body to the sheets as it melts, your breath quickening as your body tries to adjust to the cold. He drags it up your tight, moving it closer to your core before settling it atop your pussy, letting the cold water drip between your folds, watching it pass through your slick to trickle down.

He's silent, watching as the water moves over your skin, enjoying the way your body twitches as the cold touches sensitive spots. He holds the ice until it melts fully, your face contorting as you clench around nothing.

"Si, please"

"Shh, when I say so"

He was gonna take his time, watch you fall apart before splitting you open with his cock, he wanted you dumb, easy, ready to be taken by him in whatever way he pleased.

You release a breath as his hands move from you, your fingers tensing against the restraints as he shifts in his spot. You yelp as you feel heat his your skin, circles of flesh stinging for a moment before they calm down, he drips a trail down your stomach, watching the muscles tense under every drop.

He leads it toward your core, your pussy soaking as he pools the fluid above it, his fingers tracing up your legs, settling beside your core, as you arch your hips, trying to gain any sort of contact.

He teases two fingers around your sex, collecting your slick and running the digits over your hole, your pussy clenching as he teases at your entrance.

You whimper as he slides the fingers in, watching your cunt suck the digits in, stifling a groan from his chest as he pumps them into you, the fingers glistening with your slick.

He feels you clench down on him every time he lets a drop fall from the candle, your back arching slightly as the wax makes contact with your skin.

Everything is heightened, the burn of the wax after the chill from the ice, the way his large fingers slide into you with ease, curving to hit just the right spot as your fingers try to grab at anything that would ground you.

It feels too good and he's barely touched you, all you can feel is him now, his fingers pumping into you as he coax’s an orgasm from your body, listening to your noises and letting them guide him as your high builds inside you.

“M’gonna cum”

“Good, cum for me, cum on my fingers you little slut”

His words drive you over the edge, your push clamping down on his digits as he works you through your high, grazing them against the soft spot inside you over and over, watching your mouth fall open as your moans drip from your tongue.

He pulls his hand from you, leaving you feeling empty before pressing a cool object against your clit before letting you come down from your high, a straggled yelp from your throat as he turns the object on, letting it vibrate against the neglected bud, your hips twitching with the contact.

He trails a hand up your stomach, settling it at the base of your neck where his fingers lay against your pulse point, squeezing lightly as your limbs dig into the mattress, your hips arching into the vibrator as he holds it against you, refusing to let you move from it.

“I want you fucking soaked”

The room fills with your whimpers, your nerves on end as your legs shake lightly from the sensation, the remnants of your orgasm still lingering beneath the surface as he squeezes harder against your neck, suffocating your moans.

“You’re gonna cum one more time before I stuff you with my cock, you need to earn it you fucking whore”

Your grind your core against the toy, any sense of self consciousness gone as you chase your high, your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“That’s it, ride the toy, make yourself cum”

Grazing your clit against the vibration, urging your high to surface as his hand moulds against your neck, your chest rising with heavy breaths.

His fingers press into the skin of your neck, his palm snug against your wind pipe as he silenced your cries, pushing the toy harder against your clit.

Your orgasm rips through your body, your moana reduced to strangled sobs as your body writhes under his grip, his hand keeping the vibrator on you as you try to pull your hips away, your legs weak from the stimulation as your body seizes.

“That’s it, so good for me”

He releases your neck letting you gasp for air and he replaces the toy with his fingers, easing you down from your high, your body wracked as your limbs rest weak against the bed.

He shifts his weight, leaning over your form, his fingers tracing against your wrists as you feel the knots around them loosen. You flex the digits as he unties you, pulling your arms to your side slowly, the flesh tingling as feeling returns to them.

His arms snake under your back, pulling you against him, one hand situated under your thigh holding you up as he lifts you from the bed. He placed you down, turning your body so your back is flush with his chest as his arm holds around your waist.

He tugs the fabric from your eyes, blinking slowly as light returns to them, he looks massive behind you, your weak form held up inky by his grip as your ass presses against his groin, his cock hard under his jeans.

You turn your gaze upward, eyes focusing on the sight of your body in the mirror, skin splotchy and hair a mess as he stands behind you, untouched.

His gaze is dark as he locks eyes with you in the mirror, his form dwarfing yours like he wants you to see how much bigger he is.

“Look at you, all worked up and you haven’t even had my cock yet”

Your mouth dries at the thought, he’s already wrecked your body with just his fingers, your pussy clenching at the thought of his cock splitting you open.

His hand grabs your wrists, pinning them behind your back as you wince at the angle, he holds them tightly, subduing you from trying to touch him as his eyes take over your naked form in the mirror.

He glides two fingers through your folds, grinning when you whimper from the contact,

“Think you deserve my cock?”

“Yes”

“You can do better than that”

“Please, need to feel you”

“You need my cock little slut?”

“Yes, need it so bad”

His fingers work to undo his pants, pulling them lower, letting his length spring free, resting is against the curve of your ass as you grind lightly against him, a hiss from his mouth as your flesh makes contact with his erection.

“Don’t get greedy”

You plead with him through heavy eyes in the mirror, your flush skin a stark contrast to his pale chest as he presses against you.

“M’gonna ruin you”

He whispers in your ear, the words making goosebumps form on your skin as he drags the tip of his cock through your folds, bending you forward slightly to get a better angle

“Keep your head forward, you move or close your eyes, I stop”

“Please, fuck me”

He bites back a grunt as he pushes into you, his eyes glued to the way your face scrunch’s as he stretches you out, forcing his cock into you.

“So goddamn tight”

Your mind is too fuzzy to hear the sounds that the slick from your core makes as he pushes deeper, coating his length in your juices as he stuffs you full of his cock.

“That’s it, take it all you fucking slag”

A growl from deep in his chest emerges as he bottoms out, his top pressing against your cervix as you adjust to the size of him, your walls squeezing his length.

Your knees buckle as he thrusts in, his arm locking around your waist to hold you up while he pumps his full length into you, dragging it along your soaked walls, his hips colliding with your ass with every stroke.

“Bloody hell, such a wet little cunt”

You struggle to keep your eyes open as he fucks you from behind, your state focused on the way he clenched his jaw as his eyes watch your pussy swallow him, your body rocking back and forth with the force of his thrusts.

He releases your hands, letting them fall forward against the mirror while his fingers move to toy with your clit, broken moans falling from your lips as your eyes meet his. He darkens his gaze as he circles the bud, working in time with his thrusts, your body on edge since your last two orgasms, the light in the room almost blinding as you struggle to hold your hands firm against the mirror.

“Wanna see you as you soak my cock, wanna feel this tight pussy squeeze me”

You scrunch your brows in an attempt to keep your eyes open, the sounds he’s making filling your ears as you use every bit of strength just to keep your head up.

He rubs quick circles around your clit, his cock driving into you, running against your soft spot, bringing you closer to the edge as your body grows hot, your skin damp with sweat as your watch his stomach tense with every thrust.

His hand moves from your waist, gripping around your neck to bring you against him, your back arched as your head makes contact with his chest, his large hand holding you tight to him.

“Watch yourself, cum on my cock”

Your hands reach for the mirror in front of you, trying to grab anything that wasn’t him as you feel the coil inside you burn your skin, searing your body as he grins behind you, feeling you clench down on his cock.

Your orgasm leaves you numb, your neck weak, lolling against his chest as he fucks you through it, gritted teeth resting beside your head as he watches you through the mirror.

"That's it baby, that's it, fuck"

His strokes grow sloppy, his eyes glued to your face as your body moulds to him, whispers of curses falling from his lips as he spills into you, his hips twitching as you release a wanton moan as the sensation of his cum filling you.

He holds his softening cock inside you, a heavy breath from your chest as you both come down, straining your arms against him as you try to move.

"Not done yet love"

His hands find purchase on your waist, walking you backward until your knees collide with the bed, your body falling backwards into the mattress as he lowers himself in front of you.

"Need to taste you"

You try to squirm your hips away but he plants his hands firmly on your legs, pinning you to the bed as he flattens his tongue, running it through your folds and collecting the combination of your spend, holding it in his mouth as he moves over your form.

He lowers himself over you, planting his lips on yours as he kisses you greedily, transferring the liquid into your mouth as his tongue swirls yours, the taste salty on your tastebuds as you swallow it.

He moves back, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he lowers himself back down, his lips latching around your clit as you sob, your head falling to the side.

"Please, s'too much"

"I say when it's too much"

He flicks his tongue over the bud, your body writhing under him as he holds you still, tears pricking your eyes as he works the muscle over your abused core.

He hums against your core, words escaping you as you sob into the sheet, saliva from your mouth pooling at the corners of your lips as it drips onto the fabric below.

"Taste so fucking sweet, one more for me"

He brings your orgasm quickly, your core still tensed from the previous as your vision blurs, tears falling to stain your skin as your fingers cling to the sheets, his hands holding your struggling hips still as your high rips through your body, taking away any remaining strength you had as you fall limp against the bed.

"That's it, my perfect little slut, m'gonna fill this cunt one more time, stuff you full of my seed"

You watch him with watery eyes as his chest presses to yours, his cock pushing into you as your weeping pussy takes him, letting him fill you with every inch, his elbows propped beside your head, caging you.

"You crying baby? Took my cock for a few minutes and you're all worked up"

His taunts pass through your ears, your senses dull to anything but the feeling of his cock filling you, thrusting in with every inch as your core soaks him, slick dripping from you to wet the sheets below, leaving a pool of arousal.

He runs a thumb over your cheek, smearing the drops of tears as you watch him with hooded eyes, your moans reduced to quiet whimpers as your mouth falls open. Your skin stained with saliva as it falls from your tongue, his lips quick to capture yours, swallowing your breaths as he fucks you, chasing his high.

You lull your head to the side, eyes moving slowly around, settling on the gleam of metal beside you, squinting to try and focus on the object before his hand settles at the back of your neck, tugging you into his shoulder as he presses his weight into you.

"Fuck, so fucking good, tell me you need it"

You struggle to form the words, your brain fogged,

"Tell me"

"Need to feel you, need your cum"

"That's right, want this cunt dripping with my seed"

He thrusts into you at a rapid pace, drawing the last breath from your chest before burying his cock in you, his arms holding you against him as he spills into you again, your pussy clenching around his length as he pumps it into you, the heat spreading from your core to envelop your skin.

He loosens his grip, letting your body rest lighter against the bed as he lays on top of you, his hands moving to hold yours, tugging them to wrap around his waist, a small hum of satisfaction leaving your lips as your fingers press against the flesh, finally able to touch him.

He waits a few minutes, catching his breath before slowly pulling his cock from you, whispers of apologies as you whimper at the loss, his body moving around the room, returning with a small towel to help clean your body, wiping it of sweat and wax, careful around your core to clean up the mess.

He sits beside you, an arm on your back helping you sit up, leaning against him as he raises a glass to your lips, letting you drink as much as you needed before finishing the cup himself.

You gaze around the room as he moves from the bed, your brain finally focusing on the object near the pillows,

"Is that your scyth"

He doesn't respond, just moves it from the bed, placing it against the wall and out of the way before sliding onto the mattress, his arms wrapping around you as he tugs you into him, your face nestled against his chest while he rests his chin on the crown of your head.

"Got a message from Price, I have to leave in two days"

"S'that why you're upset?"

He hums against your head, "Not enough time"

"We'll have time when you get back"

"Just want to be with you"

You press a light kiss to his chest, smiling when he doesn't pull away,

"Thank you for telling me"

"Thank you for helping"

He cranes his neck down to you, his features softer as you gaze up at him, reaching to kiss him, his soft lips pressing against yours,

"You should really find some outlet for your emotions"

He huffs a small laugh, lips pressing to your forehead as his head falls against the pillow, arms snug around you as your legs tangle between his, your bodies calm as you lay with each other.

💓

"Roses are red, pizza sauce is too; I ordered a large and, fine, I'll share with you"

POV: Dante sharing his Pizza with u for (belated) Valentine's Day 💖🍕

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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆, 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 — 𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆

synopsis : könig’s job affords him an air of authority and power that few other professions can. an admission that you find this particularly attractive piques his interest.

pairing : könig x f!civilian!reader (‘perle’)

warnings : 18+ mdni. gun kink!!! this is zero plot, 100% filth, i got a little carried away- gun in mouth. könig is flirty and cheeky because he is, damn it. domxsub dynamics, praise kink, fingering, oral sex (m receiving). size kink, degradation kink, uniform kink all present if you really squint.

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Forest green eyes gaze at you through a black, threadbare veil, an eyebrow arching in silent query. Despite the draped cloth obscuring his expression, you can imagine he's smirking, the edge of his lips pulling up as he grapples with your admission. Pride and self-satisfaction roll off König's massive shoulders in waves, though the sheer immensity of his frame makes it feel far more like an avalanche. 

"You like my uniform?" He repeats your admittance, his thick accent lilting in amusement. It's mortifying, you think, to let König into your mind and show the elite soldier just how much he affects you.

You'd hate to seem disrespectful, to reduce his valorous job to some kind of uniform kink- 

"Schatzi?" König pushes gently, watching you squirm under his interrogation from across the room. Chewing on your lip, you note how it smarts slightly, tender from worrying it with your teeth. 

"Mhm- It's more... That I like it on you." The confession makes you cringe internally, expecting König to laugh or reduce your fantasy to that of a 'civvy stereotype'. 

König appears momentarily caught off guard. You see both dark eyebrows arch in mild surprise before a sort of realisation and subsequent amusement settle into those viridescent irises. 

"You mean I am special?" He muses, setting towards you ever so slowly. For such a hulking mass of man, König moves stealthily, delicate footwork almost inaudible. "Not just any soldier?"

"No!" You insist instantly, cheeks heating up under his inquisitive gaze, "No... It's just you- Just you in the uniform."

König hums softly, a sound of acknowledgement as he advances towards you slowly. The intimidation you feel drips down your spine and settles in the pit of your stomach. He's not as threatening as a lion, with brute force and indiscriminate power. No, he reminds you of a hyena, cunning and wily. The knowing look in his eye only adds to the feeling that he's up to something, and your heart thumps in your chest when he continues to search your expression. 

"Tell me. What about the uniform do you like so?" He urges you to detail your desires. You're beginning to wish you'd never mentioned anything because König looks like he's dangling bait between your eyes to coax you into a trap.

"Uhm," you fumble for an answer, those lush eyes calmly studying your trembling frame. When you drag your eyes over König’s body for an answer, you observe the strain of his shirt buttons and the revolver holster strapped to his thigh. He's sown extra length to the leather ties with scraps from a belt, standard military equipment far too small for his tremendous frame.

"I like- The way it fits you? The power, the guns, an-"

"The guns?" He wonders aloud, but there's a sly inflection to his question, guileful. Swallowing thickly, you wonder if you've overstepped a mark, opening and closing your mouth like a witless fish as you attempt to piece together some kind of backtrack-

"You understand their danger, of course?" König quizzes rhetorically, seemingly sated by your vehement nod, "You think they look good? Then... I am willing to share a glimpse of one. That is, if you continue to be so open and honest with me." 

It's an odd sensation, the feeling of your blood running cold but the pit of your stomach burning hot with arousal. König doesn't even give you a moment to dispute, halting his advancing footsteps and deciding instead to revert, putting distance between you and taking a seat. 

"K- König-" You want to ask him to tell you what he has planned, but the words wither on your tongue when you see him draw the stainless steel revolver from its holster. It glints in the fluorescent lighting above your head, coaxing you forward. It's as though he's pushed cotton between your lips, drying your mouth. 

"Perle," he copies you, shifting his hips forward in the seat and slowly letting his colossal thighs part. From here, his eyes look darker, his pupils swallowing his irises as he drops his hand and places the revolver in his lap. "Come take a look."

It cracks up the length of your spine, sparking white hot and burning in your cheeks. W-What? You let out a nervous giggle, stepping forward to begin your approach. 

König doesn't seem to like it, though. He tilts his head in silent warning, and you stop dead in your tracks. He told you-

"Crawl for me, Liebchen," König murmurs, resting his bicep against the seat's headrest. Every inch of his body is relaxed, muscles lazy as his eyes drag across the length of his body. You're almost certain you can feel their path across your skin, leaving burning embers in their wake. God, it's genuinely pathetic; how quickly you fall to your knees. 

The intensity of his gaze bores into you as you settle on your hand and knees. Embarrassment no longer controls you, your arousal overriding any possible humiliation as you crawl across the floor towards him. König's eyes are an open book, pleased and proud of your willingness to take orders–– it encourages you, prompting you to put a slight sway to your hips. 

You'd have to be blind to notice it; the generous length bobbing and straining against the khaki trousers. Despite his obvious discomfort, König does nothing to satiate his arousal, focusing all his attention on you alone when you finally kneel between his feet. 

"Mein kleiner Schatz," the purr rumbles in his chest as König reaches forward, stroking the barrel of the gun across your cheekbone. The chromed steel is cold, chilling your skin and breaking goosebumps across your arms. "You look so pretty like this."

Anticipation prickles down your spine, whimpering softly. You lean into König's touch, turning towards the pistol and pressing a kiss to the steel barrel. You see the flicker of arousal in König's green eyes and how his eyelids grow heavy. 

"Scheiße, you like that?" he groans, dragging the nose of the gun across your lips like the bullet of a lipstick. "My weapon big enough for my girl?" He smirks when you nod, looking up at your lover through your lashes. 

It's downright vulgar, utterly disgusting, but you can't help yourself anymore. The way König looks down at you with this look in his eyes, like he could swallow you whole, makes arousal curl so hot and thick in your stomach that you can't deny your throbbing clit any longer. Sliding your fingers underneath your waistband, you rub small circles on your clit. 

"Oh," König sighs, watching as you let out a gasp of relief. The breath expels from your lungs hot and heavy, misting up the reflective steel surface of the revolver. "Look at you, Perle. Share with me; I want to watch." 

Fumbling with the buttons on your pants, you desperately work out of them and yank them over your hips, panties and all. The searing gaze above you settles on your pussy as you play with your clit, adding to the bliss that sparks across your skin. 

"Mhmm," König hums again, like you've placed an exquisite meal before him. "All wet for me, Schatzi; it's all across your thighs." 

You nod weakly, breath shuddering as you grind into your palm with a whimper. "P-Please-"

"Kiss the gun again, Perle. I'll make you feel good," he promised you, his voice thick and deep with his arousal. You nod thoughtlessly, far too overwhelmed by the need to feel his hands on you to deny his request. You press your lips to the barrel of the gun over and over, slowly and sensually, as though you were kissing his cock. 

"Good girl," he praises, though his words catch in his throat when you take a leap. Opening your mouth, you bring the barrel tip between your teeth, looking up at König through your lashes and letting out a wanton moan. 

Big mistake. 

König uses the balls of his heels to skirt forward in the seat, his knees on either side of your head. He stares down at you, chest heaving as he leans down and pats your hip sharply. 

"Stand up on your knees," he orders, the severity in his voice similar to how he speaks to his KorTac team. You can’t help but wonder if he gets a kick out of it too– some kind of power surge thanks to his promotion.

"Yes, colonel," you address him by his title as you rise, and König growls so deep and low that you're sure the floor rumbles beneath you. He works his massive hand over your own, taking control and slowing your fingers' ministrations to a maddeningly slow cycle. 

"Such a good girl, Shatz," he coos, and once again, you can hear the smirk on his lips as he watches your body crumple with the wave of arousal his control shoots through you. "So receptive. Would you like it in your mouth?"

Whimpering softly, you look up at him in question. Was it safe? Well- Of course it wasn't safe; none of this was. 

"Trust me," he urges you softly, finally replacing the swirling touch of your finger with his own. There's no escaping the drag of his fingerprint, the digit so much larger than your own. 

You nod again, the blissful arousal so mind-numbing that it overrides your fear. Then, letting your jaw hang loose, your eyes practically roll back into your skull when König rests the barrel of the deadly weapon across your tongue.

"Hahh," König groans, sinking his fingers into your soaked cunt. You wail, body bracing and shuddering at the intrusion as his fingers alone stretch you out. "Is that good, Mein kleiner Schatz? Hmm? Does it feel cold in your mouth?"

You nod slightly, managing a quiet 'mhm-hm' to answer your Colonel vocally. Excitement blooms in your chest when you see it pleases him, his fingers sliding deeper into you while working your clit ever so slowly. 

"Does it feel good, though?" He checks in with you, still adamant about your comfort despite his dominant role. You nod again. 

"Good," he chuckles, staring down at you with such an intensity that you almost forget his eyes are green, his pupil dilated so much that they've practically devoured his verdant irises. It rocks you, another blissful wave of arousal sweeping from head to toe. 

Wrapping your lips around the barrel, you allow yourself to get carried away even further. You hollow your cheeks, eyelashes fluttering as you put on the erotic display to work König up even more. 

"Schei- Filthy girl!" You're unsure if he meant to scold you, but König sounds far too wrecked for it to land the way he intends. He rocks his fingers up inside of you suddenly, instantly finding your G-spot and working it ruthlessly. "Alway distracting me, making me lose my min..."

His words are drowning out as your heartbeat thuds against your sternum and in your ears, something sickly sweet and thick like molasses trickling through your veins as your orgasm begins to surge in your abdomen. 

The squelching, wet sounds of König's fingers working in and out of your tight cunt are deafeningly loud, though, audible enough that they reach your ears even over the thumping of your heart and heavy gasps of breath. "K- König-"

"Can you take it deep in your throat for me, Mein Perle?" He asks, sounding utterly wrecked and haggard. Your vision blurs, but you definitely see the lurch of his cock in his khaki cargo trousers. "Please- Please, just for me-"

He doesn't need to ask you twice; his begging is interrupted by a filthy groan of your name when you easily take the barrel further down your throat to the point your upper lip could almost brush his thumb on the hammer of the gun.

"Hahhh, fuck!" König spits, watching tears well in your eyes at the stretch in your throat and cunt. He gently pulls the gun from your mouth, careful not to hurt you but knocking your teeth thanks to his trembling hand. "I'm making you cum, and then you'll do that to me, Shatz. Filthy girl-"

The moment the gun leaves your lips, König's fingers arch against your g-spot and his thumb circles your clit simultaneously. It's devastating, and you're barely able to hold yourself up as the ecstasy bursts through you brightly. It's as though a grenade has gone off, but it keeps building and building- 

" König-... KönigKönigKo-ooh-" You squeak his name, his brutal, sniper precision knocking the oxygen from your lungs as your tears drip down your face. "I'm cummmmugh-!"

It’s like static in your ears and across your skin when it burns through you. It crackles across your nerve endings, arcs up your spine until you’re leaning back against it, arching your back as if attempting to escape the intensity of the ecstasy he draws from you. You want to scream his name, begging him to stop, to carry on, but the words drown among the wails and whines of bliss. 

It feels like it goes on forever, your body suspended in euphoria and caged, grounded, only by König’s thighs. 

When your vision straightens, your chest heaving violently, König's hands delicately push your hair from your face. He's careful with you in these moments, the vulnerable aftermath where your mind is drunk on hormones and your body is in shock from the extremity of your orgasm. There's no rush for your recovery; your lover lets you take all the time you need. 

It's only when you manage to straighten yourself somewhat, shaky hands resting on his knees in a wordless show of readiness, that König nods his head. 

"That's it, Schatzi," he whispers to you, holding his breath as he waits his turn anxiously. 

Your mouth waters at the ruddy colour of his thick, veiny dick, and you lean forward to take the head into your mouth in a repeat of your actions earlier. König's hips jolt forward, grasping the arms of the chair with a white-knuckle grip at the vibrations that rock down his shaft when you hum around him. 

"Oh- Oh fuck-!" He chokes out when you gently graze your teeth over the sensitive, velvety head, just as you did the gun barrel. You see König's eyes roll back, and one of his eyebrows arches as the sensation takes over. He's twitching in your mouth already, salty precum dribbling down the arch of his cock and spilling onto your tongue. 

You take your tantalising time, kissing at the head of his dick once more before slowwwly easing him into your wet, hot mouth. König's gasps of bliss are pathetic, the imposing man reduced to a clammy mess of whimpers and keens of your name. It's so simple to work him up, the simple act of your palms smoothing across his thighs enough to get his cock jumping against your tongue. 

The warmth of your mouth around König's dick is too much for him, his head lolling back in the chair. You see him squeeze his eyes shut, bracing against the heaving of his chest and the slight rocks of his hips into your mouth. 

Your hand finds his balls, gently trailing your nails over them, and König's hips suddenly jolt upwards. He slips deep, tip knocking the back of your throat and catching you off guard in a gag. 

Pulling back, you squeeze his knees tight and take a deep breath. 

"Oh fuck- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-" he apologises fervently, lifting his head like he's got weights tied to it, and it's far too heavy. He can't seem to hold it up straight, and it instantly falls back again with a spluttered wail when you shush him, wrapping your mouth around his cock and tracing his slit to taste his precum. 

He's close already; you can tell by the way his dominant energy dissipates and his balls draw up tight. He’s completely forgotten the act he’d been putting on, his revolver discarded on the beside you and desperate pines of your name falling from his lips.

"Scheiße," he gasps, the wooden arms of the chair creaking beneath the pressure of his grip. "Ah, Sch- shhhh-"

Anticipating his orgasm, you sink heavily onto him, taking as much of his impossible length into your throat as possible. König's hands fly from the chair, grasping the hair on the crown of your head and holding you on his cock like he's terrified you'll withdraw. 

“Ahah- Ah- Mein Perl- fuck!”

He cums with a lurch of his dick, a pathetic, trembling whine spilling from his lips as you swallow it down, the walls of your throat tightening around him. Ragged gasps of breath reach your ears, and your clit burns with the need for attention yet again as you continue to milk König. There's so much of him-

Suddenly, he's using his grip on your hair to pull you off, and he slips from your lips with a wet, audible pop. You look up at his languid body sprawled in the chair, wiping his wetness from your chin. 

"Hah, Schatz…” he watches you, eyelids heavy with exhaustion, "You are too good to me."

You shake your head gently, still sitting on your knees as you rest your head in his lap. They're aching after holding your weight for so long on such a hard floor, but you'll gladly take the bruises as a medal for your hard, valiant work. 

His hands immediately find your hair with a much softer, kinder touch, brushing through the threads and skirting his fingertips over your scalp. "No. I just want to show my appreciation for my heroic soldier, remember?" 

A soft, tired chuckle shakes his body, and you can't help the smile that splits your lips as a response. "Ah, of course. I remember. 'Not like others in uniform'."

"You're not," you insist gently, closing your eyes as he brushes his battle-calloused knuckles across your cheekbone, "None of them make the uniform look so sexy."

"Ah-hah! I knew it was the uniform!"

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'thought i told you to not fucking touch, didn't i?" he retracts his face from between your legs, bringing his hand up to your pussy, spreading the lips apart. He leans in and spits directly on it, and watches as it trickles down to your ass.

you instinctively close your legs, and he spanks your thighs, spreading them open. a spank is delivered to your spread pussy, the blow landing on your clit, making you cry out.

"shut up and take it"

he's back at it again, licking and slurping your juices, bringing one finger it and pushing it into your needy pussy. you whimper and moan, squeezing and rolling your nipples to distract your hands from reaching for his hair. his pace is punishing, finger fucking you while his tongue assaults your swollen clit, your legs shaking, and tears prickling up in your eyes.

'can-can i-cum?' you ask, your voice just a whimper.

'no. not till i say to' his tongue replaces his long, thick fingers, pushing inside your tiny entrance and trying to lick up all the cream oozing out from it. your back arches at the sensation, and another sharp spank is landed at your pussy, and you cry out once again. he doesn't stop, though. tongue-fucks you till you feel like you would pass out, your legs aching and pussy throbbing. tears are flowing freely, staining the pillow wiith your makeup and mascara.

he's having his fun, eating you out for hours as if it means nothing.his jaw aches, but he doesn't stop. he won't stop till he's positively cramping, and then he'll pull off, replacing his tongue and fingers with his hard cock. push it inside your warm pussy, almost cuming right then and there with how fucking good it feels.

then he will fuck you bloody raw, the headboard slamming against the wall, and your throat sore from screaming and moaning. and then, only then, will he let you cum, but not without licking it all up from your abused pussy afterwards.