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“Wölkchen-”
The tremble of his voice traveled throughout the small cottage, just barely audible above the raging storm outside. Rain was beating down on the windows from the sheer intensity of the wind. Inside the cottage was completely dark; the only source of light being a sudden strike of lightning every odd minute. Your feet scuffled along the ground as you gingerly felt your surroundings.
Today was entirely reserved for hunting in the field for KorTac, but the thunderstorm had other ideas. Once the rain started coming down to the point of limiting your vision, you had to find shelter, and fast. The lightning wasn’t a pleasant thought either. With all the gear you had on, you were pretty much a walking conduit. The weather was briefed beforehand as clear skies, but this caught the whole squad unexpectedly.
Much to your relief, you stumbled upon this cottage after slipping into a run-off stream. The cottage wasn’t as cozy as you would have liked it to be. It was long abandoned, most likely around the time SpecGru troops started occupying the towns in the area. Dust lined nearly every shelf and corner you could possibly find. But it was a shelter nonetheless. Thank goodness the town was still connected to some form of electricity. The only downside was your gear was completely soaked. Without any advanced appliances, you were out of luck. While the cottage did have a small fireplace, the smoke from the chimney would give away your location. Your only option was to leave them to air dry. You had draped your items across the back of the cottage’s couch, not really caring if it got the fabric damp.
During the removal of your gear, a figure had loomed behind you, nearly costing them an eye.
“Oh. It’s you.”
Which brings us back to your current problem.
This cottage was intended to be a temporary shelter from the weather, but that was over two hours ago. Not only were both of you trapped until the storm passed over, the lights had just cut completely. The both of you being yourself and König.
König was a peculiar man, if not downright terrifying due to his size and the sniper hood he always seemed to wear. The only thing that kept you from running from the hills was observing him a lot. You couldn’t help it honestly. Outside of battle, he carried himself intensely. His shoulders were always tightly bunched together like the world was pressing down on them. He seemed to avoid speaking to anyone, even if he was invited for a night of drinking after a successful mission. You seldom heard him speak to pretty much anyone.
However, having joined the 1st Platoon around the same time as him, you got to see him in action. The more he got into the heat of battle, the more the pitch of his voice would rise. You found it oddly endearing.
More and more you wanted to know who the massive Austrian man under the mask was, so you started finding more ways to be around him. He needed more ammo? You were there. Requested back-up? On your way. Sustained an injury? Already wrapped him up. And naturally, as bold as you were, you pushed your way past the walls König had put up. He didn’t appear to notice all the chance meetings you happened to have, or at least if he did, he didn’t complain.
The more you popped up around him, the less he tensed at your presence. He even took to calling you ‘Wölkchen’, a nickname meaning little cloud, one that he coined from your call sign, Nimbus. He was far from being completely open to you, but it was an improvement.
“Goliath! Can you hear me?” There was no response, only a few thumps of heavy boots and the noises of various objects being knocked to the floor.
“Come on, König, I know you hear me- shit!” You stumbled over a stack of newspapers on the floor, landing with a hard thwump that early knocked the wind out of you. That was definitely going to leave a bruise.
The telltale thumps of König’s boots drew closer to your spot on the floor. It was almost strange how fast he was walking in the cottage with no lights on, unless-
“There you are Wölkchen– geht es dir gut?” His voice was just above a whisper.
His strong hands grabbed both sides of your shoulders and lifted you upright. You jolted slightly at the touch, hands roaming frantically to catch your bearings. Your hands found his elbow, until slowly reaching up towards his face. His body tensed with the contact, a small whimper escaping his lips.
Once your fingers found the rough burlap of his hood, your hands wandered farther up until they caught the cool metal of goggles. He still had his tactical vest on, including his night-vision goggles. At least he was prepared. You had to take all of your gear off beforehand, being left in nothing but a long-sleeve and jeans.
“You scared me, Goliath. I can’t see a thing. Think you can find a candle or something?”
He was awfully quiet, more so than usual. His hands left your shoulders as he got up and started searching through cabinets. After many openings and closings of cabinet doors, the recognizable chirk of a match being struck filled your ears.
A soft, yellow glow of a candle light illuminated the room, the flame dancing nicely around the walls. The candle, from what you could see, was a regular tea light, but it looked miniscule in König’s massive hands.
“Good boy, König,” You smiled up towards him. He stiffened almost immediately. You could swear his hands started to tremble.
His movements began to quicken, almost frantic, as he placed more tea lights around the room.
You enjoyed playing this game with him. You weren’t stupid. As a matter of fact, you’ve seen the way König stared at you when you worked together. He thought you were unaware of his longing gaze. You would continue to tease, whether it be a few choice words or actions that were just innocent enough to not be commented on. But it drove him crazy.
Your favorite part was the way he would respond to your touch, even if it was patching one of his wounds. His breath would hitch so sweetly as you took your time cleaning him.
You sat back on your hands, watching him do his thing. Even with how much space he took up in the room, his hands worked delicately, like he was afraid of breaking things.
Oh, how much you wanted to devour him.
Your gaze wandered down the fabric of his military pants, relishing in the tent that was starting to form.
The rain was still going as hard as ever. König had just finished lighting all of the candles he could find. He stood still, looking lost. He took to wringing his hands as his eyes found yours, his body language unreadable.
“Wölkchen,” his voice was breathy.
“Yes, König?” You responded.
“I-”
A sudden crash of lightning sounded nearby, reverberating the house as the floor followed through with its shockwave. The strike rumbled the objects within the cottage, knocking a few glass fixtures onto the floor. You shrieked in surprise, followed by a loud curse by König. You folded in on yourself instinctively. The wind pummeled drops of rain at the window, almost mockingly, as you caught your breath from the noise.
Upon lifting your head from your knees, you could see König’s large frame huddled on the ground, his arms wrapped around his face in protection. He was shuddering ever so slightly. He looked pathetic, a drastic change from the type of ruthless soldier he was trained to be– and it made you want to hold him tight and never let go. You crawled over to his form.
“Liebster,” Your voice was ever so soft, as if any higher volume would shatter him completely. He stayed in place, his breath coming out in shallow bursts. Your hand reached out toward him hesitantly.
“Can I touch you?” He opened his arms ever so slightly, giving you a chance to look at eyes. His waterline glistened like he was on the verge of crying. It didn’t make the green of his irises any less breathtaking.
“There you are… what have you been doing without me with all this lightning?” You laughed breathily as you took his face into your hands. “Are you just putting on a show so I can comfort you?” He nuzzled further into your hands subconsciously. You shifted even more towards his body, eventually finding a place on his lap.
“I was doing okay with the lights-” he murmured, “but then it got dark-”
You stroked his face affectionately. His body was tense as you listened to the accent you loved so much.
“Aw, don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark?” You teased, starting to move your hips agonizingly slow over his clothed erection.
“No- that’s not- scheiße!” His hands flew to your hips for a split second, until lifting them off of you ever so slightly.
His eyes were blown wide, first looking at where the both of your hips were connected, and then finally peering down into your eyes. You adjusted yourself on his lap, stopping the movement of your hips to lean forward to his ear. With the way he towered over you, even with just his upper half, you had to strain your head to reach him.
“Want some help to forget about it?” You whispered. He groaned audibly, the warmth of your breath causing his heart rate to speed up even more. His hands found your hips again, this time more sure of himself. He squeezed harshly at the flesh.
“Bitte, I can’t take much more…” He sucked in a breath sharply as you continued dragging your hips along his groin.
“Mmm,” You hummed lightly, “I’ll oblige, but you have to use your words. What is it you want?” You were driving him crazy. You knew what he wanted.
“Du. Ich will dich,” he rasped. His head was already spinning from the contact.
With that, you lifted off of his lap and sat next to him. Your hand ghosted over the fabric of his pants, wandering aimlessly until eventually palming the girth of his length. His chest rose and fell slowly with each touch of your hand. He sat there obediently, eyes occasionally squeezing shut from the friction. You trailed your hand up to his belt, undoing the buckle until it finally jingled off to the side. You looked up to his face, finding his eyes affixed on a far wall.
“Liebster, eyes on me please,” you cooed, “can you do that?”
He nodded timidly, meeting your eyes as you unbuttoned his pants and wrapped your hand around his stiff cock. Almost immediately he bucked his hips in response, in which you tutted disdainfully. “Behave.”
He whined as you pumped your hand slowly along his length, admiring the prominent veins that ran along it. He was beautiful. His cock was at least 8 inches, uncut, and thick. As you pulled back on his foreskin, you could see the head was already a blushing pink from the stimulation. Pre-cum had already started dribbling down the tip.
You grabbed the waist-band of his boxers and snagged them down past his balls, giving you more access to him. You felt his cock twitch in your hand.
After a few more pumps you lowered your mouth onto his tip. He was a size to surely make your mouth sore after a while, but you pushed the thought aside as you focused on gently sucking the further you went down. You took as much as you could in your mouth, softly pumping the rest of what you couldn’t fit. Your hand wandered a few times to massage his balls as you continued licking and sucking him off. König’s hands flexed and opened beside himself, as if unsure he could touch you, soft moans escaping his lips.
“Scheiße… - Wölkchen… please.” He sounded like he was falling apart under you. So nearly breathless, so hopelessly undone by your touch. His voice was rising in octaves, just like he did when he got excited on the battlefield. The noises went straight to your cunt, your aching walls fluttering around nothing.
Just how you liked him.
The further you got down his cock, the louder he went. You pushed as much as you could until his tip hit the back of your throat, drawing out choked sobs from the massive man below you. His hips were stuttering erratically as you gagged around him. The noises both of you were making were straight filthy, but if anything, it stirred you even more.
You came off of his cock with a wet pop, drool trickling down your swollen lips. It took you a second to catch your breath. Your eyes were already tearing from the abuse your throat suffered. You stopped briefly to lock eyes with him until you began licking down his length and balls again.
“Please what, Liebster?'' You teased in between kisses of his shaft.
A rough tug to your hair grabs your attention, startling you momentarily.
“I want to fuck you,” He growled, his chest heaving deeply. After realizing his roughness, he softened his grip, his eyes going wide in panic. He began blurting apologies and rambling wildly– both in German and English– until you brought your hands back up to his face. You harshly planted your lips on where you assumed his own were behind his hood. You held the kiss until he stopped his anxious movement. Both of you pulled back breathless.
“My love, you don’t have to apologize for that. I’ll take care of you, okay?” You reached for his hand and squeezed it tenderly. If he wasn’t wearing his hood right now, you would definitely be able to see his face flushed several shades of red.
You stood up to the side and took off your pants. The cold air hit the wet patch of your underwear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. He took off his tactical vest and set it aside.
König was watching intensely, his soft eyes watching you with so much adoration; you could almost laugh considering you were going to get your guts rearranged shortly.
You sat back down on his lap, your clothed cunt resting directly on top of his cock. He was trembling at this point.
“Wölkchen- I’ve never…” He whimpered.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. He stiffened at first, until gradually melting into the hug. He bent his head down into your neck and took your scent in deeply. It took a moment for him to wrap his arms around you as well, and when he did, he engulfed you in his embrace.
“König,” you began. He hummed in reply.
“I want to make sure this is what you want. Do you want this?”
He tightened his embrace a little more.
“Of course I do. Ich will dich so sehr.” You smiled fondly and stroked the back of his head. You placed a quick peck to his forehead before leaning back.
“Okay, darling. Get comfortable.” König complied and readjusted his place on the floor. You moved your panties aside and began grinding against his length. He threw his head back, a low groan rumbling from his chest, as you covered his cock in your arousal. One of his hands hesitantly found your hip, easing you along as you worked at an agonizing pace. You couldn’t stop the moans that fell from your lips. The prominent vein along his length was catching your clit just right. Your hand found his cock once more, lifting your hips up slightly to run along your slit before inserting the head fully. You braced yourself on his chest, shaking from the thick intrusion to your cunt.
“Heilige Scheiße!” His hands flew to hold the flesh of your ass, supporting you as you slowly lowered onto him.
“Oh my god,” you sobbed, “it’s too big- fuck!” Your arms draped around his neck.
You have been with a few men prior to this, but never this big. He was stretching your walls so well it was making your head spin. He was trying his best to hold back for you, but the warmth of your weeping cunt was becoming too much to bear. You continued to lower onto his cock inch by inch until he was sheathed inside you completely. He was quivering from the sensitivity.
“Are you- are you okay, Wölkchen?” He breathed.
You rested your head on his chest, smiling fondly when you heard the pounding of his heart. Without warning, you began riding him. He got his answer. His cock dragged against your snug walls so nicely it was like you were made for him. König tightened his grip on your ass, kneading the flesh as you continued to roll your hips into him.
“You’re such a good boy, my good boy…” You whispered.
He responded with desperate moans as you continued to ride, his hips starting to move on their own. He met your hips with his own shallow thrusts. Your arms wrapped around his torso once more, gripping onto the fabric of his shirt.
“More, König. Please,” Your nails were starting to dig into the strong muscles of his back. He shuddered before stopping his movement.
“Meine Süße, I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was so gentle.
You lifted your head off of his chest, looking up through your eyelashes at him. You clenched around him, drawing another sweet moan from the back of his throat.
“You won’t, I promise. Please fuck me.”
Although this started out as you coaxing him through his inexperience, you were starting to beg like a bitch in heat. Your arousal was already starting to form a thick ring of white around the base of his cock, and the sight alone made him feral. Still sheathed inside you, König picked you up like you were nothing and started walking towards the couch.
His belt buckle jingled as he walked, his warm hands holding you as if you were made of porcelain. The couch creaked under your combined weight as he softly placed your head down on one of the couch cushions. You took this time to pull off your shirt and unclasp your bra. He averted his gaze shyly. Which was ironic really, when he was balls deep inside of you.
“König, give me one of those pillows.” You pointed behind him and his head tilted out of curiosity. He twisted slightly to look and grabbed one of the throw pillows behind him. During the process, his shirt hiked up, allowing his v-line to peek out.
“Das?” He held it out to you.
“Yes exactly, thank you.” You grabbed the pillow and placed it under your hips. Once you were done, you wiggled your hips teasingly and stared up at him longingly.
“Are you ready?” He croaked, clearly having waited long enough. You bit your lip and nodded.
With that, he lifted your legs until your thighs were pushed against your stomach, pulling out achingly slow before inserting again in one fluid motion. The thrust made you cry out in pleasure, your ears being filled with his own growls and moans. He started picking up in pace, this position truly making it feel like he was close to kissing your cervix. Your hands desperately gripped anywhere they could as he continued battering your used cunt. His heavy balls were hitting your soaked pussy, making a filthy squelch resonate throughout the room. The pressure was beginning to build-up in your lower abdomen, the feeling making your head go fuzzy.
“I- I’m going to cum,” he announced. His thrusts were starting to go erratic. There was some hesitance to his movement, like he wasn’t sure what to do next. Your legs wrapped around his torso, keeping him snug inside you. His eyes widened.
“Fill me up, König. Make me yours. I’m all yours.”
His breathing grew heavy as he groaned loudly. “Fuckkkk….”
“There you go, that’s it. Just like that,” you cooed.
You felt his cock twitch inside you before he finally doubled over, encasing you between his arms and cumming deep inside you. His hips pulsated with each spurt of cum he shot into you. You could feel the warmth of his breath fan your ear as he rode his high. He was shuddering, holding himself up above you. Your hand reached up to cup his face.
“You did so well, Liebster.”
He was completely still for a few moments in the afterglow of his orgasm. He pushed himself back up, stopping for a moment to catch your eyes. His hand timidly found yours and intertwined his fingers with your own.
“Are you still okay?” he questioned, a tinge of worry to his tone.
“I’m doing wonderful, König.”
He was still rock hard inside you. You started grinding your hips slowly, testing the waters after his intense orgasm. He responded almost immediately with his massive hands gripping your thighs once more. He started meeting your hips as he rolled languidly inside you. He hissed at the sensitivity, but that didn’t stop him from moaning in pure bliss. You could feel his cum being stirred around inside of you, some of it seeping out of your cunt the more he went in.
Your hand reached down and began rubbing soft circles into your clit. His eyes were locked onto you now, never leaving for a second. König continued to pick up pace until he was knocking into you with almost the same force as last time. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.
The heat of your orgasm was quickly pooling at the base of your stomach. You were so sore from the way he stretched you out, but it was addicting. You wanted him to be inside you forever. To keep him warm and safe.
“König- I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum- fuck!” Your other hand clawed at the forearm gripping your thigh. With the way he was handling you it was sure to leave bruises tomorrow, unbeknownst to him.
“You’re perfect, Meine Süße,” he groaned as you tightened around him.
Small specks of white blinded your vision as you cum around him hard. Your head is thrown back in a silent scream, walls spasming in a vice grip as he continues to pound into you. He’s not too far behind as you noticed his thrusts become sloppy for a second time. His voice wobbled as he said your name.
With a shivering inhale, he buried himself into your aching cunt, ropes of cum following soon after. You felt so incredibly full, if it was possible to feel even more so. He slid out of you quickly, admiring the way beads of cum traveled down your cunt and onto the couch. Your mouth felt incredibly dry as you looked up to him and smiled, fatigue taking over your body.
You noticed the way his breathing was starting to go back to its normal rhythm. His eyes caught yours as you saw the corners of them crinkle ever so slightly. He jolted suddenly.
“I’ll be right back!” he announced as he tucked himself back into his pants and buttoned them up. The rain outside had died out by now, leaving only soft pitter-patters on the roof. You felt like you were going to pass out any moment, but you had to wait for dear König to come back.
After a few moments he came back with a damp towel and his canteen. He handed you the canteen insistently as he went to work gently wiping you off with the towel. Your heart swelled with love at the gesture. For someone who had never had this experience with anyone, he sure knew how to make you fall in love. You took a swig of the canteen.
“König.”
He looked up at you.
“Yes?”
“Ich liebe dich.”