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You wake up with a mild headache in an unfamiliar bed. You try to think of the last thing you remember. Memories of drinking a few too many drinks beyond your limit come to mind but the scenery just isn't quite clear on the first try.
You remembered travelling out of state but not yet out of the country. Stopping by a quaint, rambunctious bar. The patrons were all in casual clothing, some were wearing interesting masks. Some of their clothes are soldier-like. The tight pants with the uniform-coloured shirt. Take the man out of the military but I guess you can't take the military about the man. It was fair to assume they were actually military, hiding their faces to avoid people knowing their faces. Though it does nothing to hide their presence, seemed a little counterintuitive. Nothing that was any concern to you though. All you wanted was a drink and to find out where the locals liked to stay the night since your phone had died and your car adapter had broken earlier. The further away you travelled from the city, the less likely it seemed that you would find a store that sold car adapters. Everywhere seemed sold out or just didn't stock it. In this day and age, you would think it'd be more common.
Situating yourself at the bar, the torn leather immediately itched your leg, and you called for a drink. Drinks slid to you and down your throat in quick succession. The bartender was bubbly, sociable, simple and charming. Nothing about him stood out. He was an easy chat. Comes with the job, you suppose. Another night in your car seemed to be the conclusion that was reached. The inn was so run down, it’d be a waste of money. Not to mention since it was right next to the bar, it would be filled with raucous drunks and extra exorbitant weekend prices. Chatting up the bartender and talking about your travels rolled off your tongue with ease. He just had a placidity to him. He shared something personal and you felt it only fair to share some of your own, that was how conversations work after all. You couldn't help but share that you were travelling alone after hearing about his solo travels in his gap year. Maybe you needed to slow down a little on those drinks. He shed a little tear talking about how his family hugged him when he came back from his gap year as if he had come home from war. Laughter had bubbled into your throat, you giggled with him about how your family might do the same if you decided to go back to your home country. Your neighbour would be the closest to a “family greeting” you’d get when you got home. Even then it would be a snide look and a shut window, not joyous tears. You jested you’d be the perfect serial killer victim since no one would come for you. The bartender laughs at your dark joke and reciprocates with some dark jokes of his own. With a steady stream of drinks and a fun conversation partner, time seemed to pass by.
The sun set beyond the horizon. Drinks and bar food filled you. Alcohol always had a sleepy effect on you, perfect for when you needed to sleep somewhere normally uncomfortable. The drinks started becoming more apparent, signaling a good time to call it a night and head to your car, ready to pass out. You closed your tab and stopped any drinks you may have previously ordered but another drink slid across the bar to you.
"From the guys in the booth" you turn to look at the amicable senders. In the far back corner of the now near-empty bar were the military men all grouped together. There might be less of them compared to the start of the night but you didn’t count them when you walked in. You raise your glass as a silent thanks. You turn back to the bartender.
Music is still playing behind you, you can feel the floor shake slightly from heavy footsteps. Shuffling next to you, a large shadow graces the seat next to you. His presence was impossible to miss.
"I know you closed your tab but I thought you might like one more drink"
You tilt your head to glance at the new figure. Draped fabric with red painted tears look at you. Dark brown eyes look at you in barely visible dim light. The shadow of the hood hid his eyes even more. Mysterious.
You nod your head in appreciation. You size up the gentleman next to you. Military men aren’t normally around long, they normally move on soon. Might be good for a one-night stand and a place to stay. Travelling around meant you didn’t always get action when you wanted. You were prioritising good lay here, not convenient accommodation. You were picky with who you spent the night with. Trying to get free accommodation from a one-nighter was not a safe idea nor was it polite. The place to stay is a lucky gamble, not something you chased.
“Thanks, I was actually closing out because I didn’t want to spend any more”
An awkward air drifts around. You wondered if they were going to say anything. Not the chattiest person but it's alright. Not everyone is a chatty bartender.
“No problem, I was wondering if you’d be interested in a couple more drinks and a conversation.”
You found it endearing how forward the stranger was. It was straightforward the way he said it was so timid. Like you would shut him down and toss your drink at him or maybe more like kids asking their crush out.
“M’ name’s osrmk ”
That’s definitely not the name but you can’t seem to recall what he said. The accent was so distinct though. German you thought.
“ Hmh M liev csy wec csy don’t have a place to stay? There’s a bed and breakfast nearby that I’m staying ex xlex’w stir 24/7. Xli psgepw jmrh mx too touristy xs wxec ex ws mx’w tvixxc empty from what I can remember.”
The ramble from the tall gentleman was endearing, so damn endearing. Your memory was still failing you. Key phrases stuck out. hopefully, nothing important was missing. Those drinks really did a number.
“Are you asking me to come home with you, mqpki ?”
The stranger raises his hands in sudden embarrassment. Waving his arms in front of himself. The timidity was so damn endearing. To think someone so big would be so shy. Like those big dogs.
“Nononon, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that...but if you're interested...I’m not one to run down an offer?”
You giggle. The stuttering switch to suaveness was cute.
Speech had become more blurred into the night. You remembered getting into the back seat of a military-issued car with the stranger. One of his squad mates seemed to be having a sulk to the side while the other sat in the front chatting and driving. 4 of them then? Was there more in another car? This confirmed that they were military, not just neatly dressed men.
Beyond that, everything was a little blurry. How you got in this bed was confusing. A door to your left opens up to show a familiar tall shadow. Dress neatly in tan khaki cargo pants and a tight black shirt. The hood they were wearing last night was damp. The top is clearly damp from water from a hidden wet mop of hair. Was that just a sewn-up t-shirt? Those drinks last night really made you miss that? Maybe you can blame the lighting.
Your eyes lock, sort of. The light coming through the window from the side behind them silhouettes his figure. You can’t see his eyes but you can feel them on you. You can’t help being a little afraid. Finding yourself in a different space than usual combined with a stranger in, what you can only assume is, your room is not a comforting situation. Did you spend the night with this stranger? The mists slowly emitting from the bathroom slowly creep into the bedroom. The smell begins to wash over you. Ease washes over you. The smell does nothing for the minor headache you can feel though.
“Good, you are awake. I was worried that last night's drinks were one too many.” He sounded almost like he was muttering to himself but louder. The stranger walks over to the other door leading out of the room. He picks up the large black bomber jacket and throws it over his arm, ready to open the door.
“Let’s go”
The stranger waves his hand beckoning you. You look at him. Both your heads tilt slightly in confusion. Though you did have some concerns of last night you didn’t feel any negative feelings from the stranger. If you did sleep with him at least your body remembers it was good, to some degree. You make no effort to move. Was that meant to be an order? Like you're just an object to drag around? If you did sleep with him did you really trust someone who took advantage of you?
“You…remember who I am?” It sounded like he was going to ask something else but with just a single word it's hard to say what it could've been. You close your eyes attempting to pacify the headache you had but also try to recall the night better than before.
“Konig, right? I’m sorry, I don’t remember much from last night.” You open your eyes. The stranger, whose name you’ve seemed to have pinpointed as Konig, puts down his jacket and pauses awkwardly in the middle of the room.
“That’s fine. With how long you were at the bar, I assumed you had a lot to drink,” He pauses to walk closer to you, stopping at the foot of the bed.
“We didn’t do anything last night if you’re worried about that. You were starting to slur your words and when you stood up, all the alcohol you had during the night seemed to have hit you all at once. You were reluctant to come with me even though you said you would've preferred a bed over your car. Then when we got here I didn’t want to leave you in a room alone. It’s not hard to choke on your vomit in your sleep. When you fell asleep in the car you seemed like a deep sleeper...” He is babbling. This person was not quite the same person you met last night, still babbling but not with the same energy. Last night must have just been fueled by both parties’ alcohol intake that night. You were skeptical of his words; It’s hard not to be but everything about him just seems…something. Not untrustworthy but not trustworthy either.
Something you were sure of was the attraction you had to him. His arm, full and bulky, firm from all the work he no doubt does. His torso, the pecs that press against the fabric of his shirt. The taught abdominal muscles are barely visible through the half-tucked shirt. The unavoidable bulge that pushes his pants. Morning wood slowly fading. Not solid but not soft yet either. You wouldn’t mind finding out the true size. Personality matters but there's nothing wrong with appreciating the cover of the book.
Almost as if he could hear you, Konig cautiously walks to the side of the bed. Sitting down on the edge facing you. One leg came to rest on the thigh of the leg that hung off the edge of the bed. Looking at his eyes. His eyes. His eyes are more prominent now. They almost seemed to be glowing a dark red. The lighting of the sun must be making it look the way it is; deep, cautious lust. Almost afraid of scaring you out of existence. Hands slowly creep up from your knees toward the top of your thighs. You lean towards him slightly, ready to follow through with what is happening.
A knock suddenly disrupts the tension flowing in the room. The sound shaking the previously settled headache back. The clarity of a stranger attempting to hit on you in a vulnerable state hits you. Maybe you did sleep with him maybe you didn't. Either way, he might have taken advantage of you while you were passed out. The energy is strong but why were you so ready to jump in his pants? In a swift movement, you use your leg closest to the middle of the bed to shove Konig off you onto the floor. You swipe something off the bedside table to use as a bargaining tool as you land on top of him, holding the tool in your hand up to his hooded neck. A puffed-out moan escapes his mouth as he falls. Konig pushes himself up on his elbows. Konig looks at the knife as it comes towards his neck. His head tilts up attempting to release his neck from the sharp blade threatening him but he makes no further movement. You look up at the doors, wondering if the knocker would enter if the door was unlocked. This situation might be more dangerous than you chalked it up to be. Trapped in the bedroom with one of his potential associates outside the door. What if the military gear was just a ruse? How often does someone question a uniformed officer? The echoing thud of your kerfuffle silences the entity beyond the door.
“You really couldn’t wait a bit longer, Konig?” a Scottish accent echoes. “What’ver mate, check your phone we got updates on where we’re going. Get your her ready, I want a piece too.”
Footsteps echo away. You cast your eyes back at the giant under you. You put more tension on the knife on his neck, the blade vibrating softly in your hands from the low stifled groan coming out of his mouth. Konig's eyes dart around, his head leans a little further back. You pat his pockets with your free hand. You pry a small phone from deep in his front pocket. You accidentally brush your hand against Konig's now-growing bulge. Another groan leaves his mouth, he tilts his head back further yet somehow. Glancing at the phone as you raise it to eye level with yourself.
“Passcode” Konig mutters some numbers and you tap at the screen. The screen opens to a basic-looking home screen. You swipe to open the notifications to find the message that was described. You weren’t something to be shared, they were talking about you, right? What else would it be? You were going to find out what was going on.
“What do I achieve finding out?” you whisper to yourself as you scroll through the seemingly never-ending messages. You could probably just bolt and make it back to your car.
There it is. The messages.
3:30
Staff have moved the furniture into the crypt and cleaned. Everything is ready to go
3:30
Sun is nearly set
3:31
Get your things ready if you’re sharing
6:31
We leave in 30
Thoughts flash through your mind, movement below you disrupts your thoughts. You look down into the eyes of the man below you. The heat radiating from him is becoming more prominent. Laborious breaths pumping his chest. Were you into this? Knife play? Hand to handle. Blades to fabric and skin? Konig seemed to be and the control you were feeling was almost intoxicating. The power balance holding you in place, bolting to your car seemed more and more boring the more you stared at him.
You drag the knife down his chest. Hooking the bottom of his hood with the tip of his knife. You slowly push it up. Stopping the knife when the tip touches his chin. His collarbone and his neck are partially exposed. If you continued you’d know you wouldn’t stop. You’d risk whatever was happening in maybe 30 minutes to continue this. You're about to be probably kidnapped and all you can think of is riding him. You adjust your leg to rest between his thighs and press your body into him. Leaning forward your lips are practically touching his neck. Letting his hood rest on the curve of your nose, you move the knife back to his Adam's apple. Vision obscured by the material, you blindly, softly nip at his neck.
His weight shifts to one side. A hand sneaks up the back of your thigh, under your shirt, onto the small of your back. A breathy moan comes out of his throat. A little louder than the ones before.
“Please”
It’s all or nothing. You sink your teeth into his neck. Taking care of his arteries. You roughly chew and suck on Konig’s neck. Little marks remained in the wake of your destruction. His moans echo across the wallpaper. Konig’s hand scrapes the flesh on your back and stops to squeeze your hips. His knee flexes up from the sudden love bites pressing onto your clothed groin. It’s hard to stop the moan that comes out of you now.
Konig falls back to lay flat on the floor. You readjust yourself to sit up on top of his bulge. The knife is still at his neck. Tiny pinpricks of blood dribble down the blade toward the handle. Konig places both his now free hands on your hips. Thrusting up into you, he grinds his hardon on you. The thrust takes you by surprise making you lose balance and fall forward a little. You quickly move the knife to avoid slicing his neck more. You stab the floor next to his head. The thud ringing in your ears. Using the embedded weapon as a handle you further push your clothed folds into Konig.
Konig seeing the opportunity, flips positions and picks you up, throwing you onto the bed. Your legs dangle off the side of the bed. You readjust yourself to sit up and look at Konig. A tiny thud rings in your ears, and the shining metal twinkles in the light of the setting sun. Your breath hitches in your throat. Unsure if you’re as keen as Konig when it comes to being at the blade end of the knife.
The knife flips around in his hands. Konig steps closer to you. He gets close, close enough to make you involuntarily lean back onto your elbows. The bed dips next to you, Konig’s free hand pressing the material downwards. The other hand still twirling the knife. Konig stops and holds the knife still pointed towards you. The curved tip of the knife edges closer to you. He drags the knife softly up your clothed thighs. He stops at the apex of your thighs. His actions are gentle, seemingly as if he knows you’re willing to try knife play but not as interested as the blood and sharp end. Konig catches the fabric covering your slit, in one swoop he slices open your pants. In another motion, Konig cuts the final layer of undergarments. Throwing the knife to the side, impaling itself into the wall next to the door. Konig pauses, thinking. You wonder what about. He’s taking his time
Time.
You’re running on borrowed time, hell only knows how long has passed every motion the two of you makes feels like times slows. Konig reaches this conclusion first. Unwilling to let it end unsatisfyingly, he quickly unbuckles his pants.
“Sorry, Liebling . Need to cut this short, I just want to feel you first”
His actions are swift. His head presses against your entrance. Konig leans forward, lips pressed against your chin through his hood. The size of him was threatening to tear you open. Even with the slick that had built up the entire encounter, it may not be enough. Konig kisses your collarbone and up the side of your neck.
“ Scheiße , relax a little more for me. Let me in Liebling ”
You take a deep breath in as he slowly pushes through your slit into you. Tears formed from the pain.
“Breathe Liebling , we don’t have time”
He cups your face with one of his hands. You look into his eyes. Everything melts away. The pain dissipates like he’s stolen your pain and replaced it with pleasure. Konig’s hips start off slowly. Pushing all the way into the hilt staring into your eyes. You’re staring at the now glowing red eyes. Inhuman. This wasn't lighting from the sunset or warm glowing globes. You knew but you couldn’t look away. His eyes were beautiful. His eyes make you think of a field of poppies. So bright with black centres. The feeling they gave you was like its illicit sibling; painkilling, time slowing, enough to make you lose your breath.
After giving you some time to adjust he picks up to a breaking speed. Eager to reach a finish. You fall back onto the bed. One of your hands reaches down to play with your ignored nub. Not much movement is needed. With the speed Konig was going at, all the jostling, he was doing was enough for you. The attention to your nub was all you needed to reach your climax. Konig is right behind you.
Konig collapses on the bed next to you. Before you can do anything though he’s already caught his breath and is picking you. Like a princess, he carries you into the still-lit bathroom. Despite the time crunch he was under, he took his time with you. He crouches down, hands on your slightly bruised hips. He sheds your torn pants and underwear off you, kissing the exposed skin through his hood as he goes down. Your shirt and bra came next. The water is still warm from the previous shower, Konig ushers you under the artificial waterfall. Soaping his hands up with the gel nearby he softly scrubs at your body.
“Why are you able to resist?” The hands scrubbing at your body stop, and eyes look at you.
Resist what , you wonder.
“I’m not sure what you mean”
“You’ll follow and do what I want one second, the next you’ve snapped free”
Your odd changes in emotions started to make sense. Why you kept relaxing at perfect moments. The inhuman being in front of you had given your brain seductive suggestions. Other than the original lapse of judgment at the start you were confident that most of the thoughts were your own. You weren't upset about him helping you relax either. The way he phrased his sentence was a little vague. Though you did understand what he was talking about, sex in general is about a safe give and take, depending on how one likes to play.
“I think a better question I should be asking is why you are still here. I haven’t made any attempt to stop you considering you seem open to staying”
“Who doesn’t like the occasional one-night stand with a hot stranger they will never see again?”
Konig’s eyes seem to crinkle, a smile you assume. After finishing with the shampoo and rinsing of your hair, Konig hands you a towel and pats your hair dry.
It would seem that less time passed than you thought. There was still 10 minutes left till whatever was happening. The two of you awkwardly sat on the bed. You, in the middle of the bed; Konig, still drying your hair to avoid it dripping on your shirt. Time running out. You wonder what is going to happen at the crypt that Konig is meant to be at with you. You glance at the door from your peripherals. Running wouldn’t be hard. Though you doubt you could outrun this literal monster of a man. His companions were also lurking around. Thoughts flow through your head again. The headache you previously had was completely gone now. The shower must have refreshed you.
“Sorry if this is too forward. You’re fine with one-night stands with a stranger… What about more than one?”
You choke a little on air. They did mention sharing something. Does that mean there’s more than one person and they were sharing them around like a orgy?
“Well?”
You turn to look at Konig. Avoiding his eyes, opting to look at his chest to avoid the chance of him putting thoughts into your head. You don’t need hypnosis to know the thought excites you.
“How many?”
“As many as you want, Liebling ”
“Why aren’t you just using, like, a stronger hypnosis to just make me say yes?”
“Because I personally think these are better with consent. Take for example, before”
Whatever creature he was, it is surprising to know consent is part of his agenda. Though to say that every thought from before was your own is a little debatable. They were definitely yours but amplified? The consent part though, is very modern. Konig disrupts the look of admiration you have, eyes glowing.
“I’ll be honest though, I’m not leaving this room empty-handed. Not after that.”
You couldn’t help giggling a little. You draw little circles on his chest. Pressing on his chest,
“You don’t need to threaten me with a good time”
Konig places a kiss on your head and hops off the bed. He opens the door and shuts it behind him. Off to get you the pants he internally promised since he tore your other ones. Assuming his other squad mates were inhuman, your chances of running were slim to none. You wonder if they will be as rough, racing to the finish as you and Konig had done.
Konig returned sooner than you expected. Some dark pants draped over those perfect arms. He gently hands them to you. They are still a little large on you but you make do. A knock on the door disrupts the peace that has settled in the room.
“Konig, time to go.” a British accent shouts on the other side of the door.
You slip on your shoes and follow Konig to the door. Konig stands in front of the door as he opens it. A face peeks past him as you. An old bucket hat, short dark hair peeking out, dark yet bright blue eyes, a mutton chop-esque beard connected in the middle with speckles of grey and a lit cigar sitting on rough lips.
“You and your height always seem to get the beauties. Nice to meet you doll, you can call me Price”
Price tries to wiggle past Konig to shake your hand. Konig just moves more in front of you.
“She’ll say hi to you later, sir.”
Price withdraws his hands and laughs.
“I seem to doubt that”
Konig waits till Price is far enough away. He offers his arm to you. You gladly take it and cuddle into his side. Konig walks you down to the foyer of the bed and breakfast. There are 6 of the military men there waiting. They were in casual clothes but there was just something about them that made them stand out. Some of them have women fawning over them. Another has a male wrapped in his arms. His chin resting on their head watching the two of you come down. A large man in a skull mask opens the front door and the group wander outside. Konig and you wander through the door last. As you walk past, the skull mask dips into your neck. Air whooshes past you, inhaling your scent.
“Pretty one you got here Konig. You sharing?”
Konig grabs the skull mask and smashes it into the door behind them. A growl emits from the two of them.
“Have some manners, Ghost. She can decide for herself”