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Fuck.
Once again, you failed to make the time. Thirty seconds was the goal, the Colonel had announced to all the recruits before setting them loose on the obstacle course. One after the next, the other’s filtered out, celebrating when they easily beat the time and very few having to repeat the course. Unfortunately for you, a few milliseconds over didn’t make the cut and you tried time and time again. Your body was tired, limbs shaking and bruised from your evening of endless attempts, all under the watchful eye of the Colonel, König, who stood with his hands clasped behind his back on a raised platform so he could observe you. It was unnerving the way he stood completely still, his eyes tracking you was the only indication that he wasn’t a statue.
Darkness had consumed the field around you though the course was still well lit, the few recruits that waited around for you to finish had already filtered back to the barracks. König was the only one left and he showed no intention of letting you return for the night so you could rest up and try again the next day. You knew he had to be tired by the way his eyes drooped every so often, but still, he stood tall.
Finally, after what seemed like hundreds of attempts, you smashed the button at the finish line and the clock stopped. Thirty seconds exactly, not even a millisecond over. It took all your self-control to not celebrate as the man who could make you do it all again was still looming above.
As you caught your breath, hunched over with your hands on your knees, you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. The only movement you had seen for the better part of two hours. König was on the move, his face forward as he made long strides to the stairs which he took two at a time, each step calculated and foreboding. Once on the ground, he covered the distance in only a few paces and stopped next to the time clock, which was a couple feet away from you. You straightened up, standing as tall as you could, and watched as he turned his head to the side and brought his hand up to the clock. His gloved finger tapped on the side of it, as if he were trying to get a millisecond to appear, but thankfully all that came of the action was his hum of approval.
“Thirty seconds exactly,” he said, his tone of voice softer than usual. “Impressive.”
You bit your tongue, not wanting to let it slip and say something that might call for discipline, and simply nodded.
König snapped his head towards you and bent at the waist, stooping to your level. “Is that any way to address your Colonel?” he asked, voice low and passionless.
“No, Sir,” you said, heart falling to the pit of your stomach. “It won’t happen again, Sir.”
With a sigh, he righted himself, removing his gloves and tucking them into one of his many pockets, then clasped his hands behind his back, saying, “Now, onto the firing range.”
As he turned to walk away, you let out a near silent scoff and blurted out, “But it’s nearly ten!”
There was no way you were going to be able to get any sleep that night, not if you had to do the entire range. All the recruits had moved onto it after the obstacle course and a lot of them took nearly an hour to complete it, not to mention you had to be up at five in the morning and it took you hours to fall asleep.
The Colonel stopped in his tracks and threw a glance over his shoulder, one piercing blue iris landing on you. Regret coursed through you and you dropped your gaze to the ground, finding a divot in the dirt to focus on instead of the slow, torturous way König was advancing on you. The heat of him came first, making your knees wobble and your stomach churn, then his index finger slipped under your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“You sure do like to run this little mouth of yours, Maus,” he muttered as he dragged the bare pad of his thumb over your lower lip, his head cocking to the side when you started to tremble.
What the Hell?
Never had any man touched you like that, let alone a man who was your superior. It was embarrassing the way your thighs clenched against the rising heat and made even more so since the movement didn’t go unnoticed. König’s eyes flicked down and held on them, his thumb still brushing your lips as if it were his own sick form of torture. The bastard was doing it on purpose and you were stupidly allowing it.
Before you could make a fool of yourself, you stepped back quickly, escaping the hold he had on you and pretending you didn’t hear his low chuckle. Without another word, he pivoted on his heel and continued towards the range with you following like an obedient soldier. Once there, he gestured to one of the sniper rifles that had already been set up for training and you swallowed hard. You had never used a gun that large before, your only experience being the pistols used at the indoor range.
“We will start in the prone position and work our way up to standing,” he explained while unclasping his utility belt and setting it on the table behind him.
Ever so carefully, you dropped to your knees in front of the rifle and laid on your stomach, just as you had seen in the training manuals. He gave no instruction on your positioning so you could only assume it was correct which eased your nerves a bit.
“Five targets, one after the other. Miss and you start over.”
You twisted onto your side and gaped at him, not missing the way his eyes quickly drew up your body and connected with yours. Five in a row? How were you supposed to do that with no training? It might take hours considering you had a hard time with pistols as it was.
“Yes, Sir,” you said timidly, returning your attention to the expanse in front of you. In the darkness, you saw the glint of targets, metal signs painted white and bolted to the tops of poles that were stuck in the ground.
Should be easy enough, you thought to yourself, trying to stay positive.
Taking a steadying breath, you placed your cheek on the rest, squeezed your left eye shut and looked through the scope. You adjusted the rifle to find one of the many targets and when the first one came into sight, you made sure the crosshair was dead center and squeezed the trigger. The weight of it was less than that of the pistol you had grown accustomed to earlier in the day, so it was a shock when the rifle fired and recoiled, pushing you back a little.
There was a distant ping of metal and you smiled, but it quickly faded when you heard an annoyed sigh behind you. You glanced back at König who you were surprised to see crouched directly behind you, head tipped to the side and eyes glued to your bottom. Tingling heat enveloped your cheeks and you exhaled shakily, once again clenching your thighs against the ache of your womanhood.
“Your positioning is all wrong, Maus,” he said as his eyes trailed up your back.
“But I hit the target, Sir,” you whispered, the smolder in your lower abdomen igniting at the intensity of his gaze. What the Hell was he doing to you?
König chuckled and fell to his knees then crawled up your body and nudged your legs wider, his large hand parting your thighs by pushing them to the side one at a time. Your body lurched from his touch and you couldn’t help the little whimper that escaped your lips, the embarrassing sound accompanied by a satisfied hum from the man who was your superior, who shouldn’t be touching you the way he was.
“Just like this. Now look through the scope,” he ordered. You obeyed immediately and noticed that it was much better, not as dark and you could find the targets easier.
Expecting him to make his departure, you waited to take the next shot, but he stayed put, his hand still resting on the back of your thigh. You sat still for a few moments longer before hearing a frustrated grunt.
“Four more to go!” he barked, tightly squeezing your thigh and giving you a fright. Instinctively, you pulled the trigger and the rifle fired down the range, the bullet plunging into the earth nowhere near any of the targets. “What a shame. Start again from five.”
You nearly turned on him then and there just to tell him to back off and that you were trying your best, that his touch wasn’t helping. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do so, not when you enjoyed his hand on your thigh. It was sick, perverse, and you hated to admit it, but part of you hoped the touches meant something other than a tease to get you to miss the targets.
Using the better view König had provided you with, you lined up your next shot and wasted no time pulling the trigger. It was a hit so you found the next one and just as you were about to fire, he shifted his weight over you, his hips settling onto your bottom as he adjusted your arms this time.
Fuck.
“This will be much better,” he muttered as he pressed his pelvis forward, a solid mass firm against your bottom. It was huge and twitching, and soon he set a languid pace, flexing his hips and gasping with every surge. “Mm, perhaps what you need is a little… distraction?”
“A distraction, Sir?” you asked meekly, hoping what he meant was exactly what you were thinking. Never had you desired a man, not until he touched you by the clock, not until he enraptured you.
König trailed his hooded nose over your temple and down to your ear, the power of his thrusts increasing. His gasps turned into growls and he gripped the flesh of your side, keeping you steady as he rolled into you.
“You made me stay out here all night while you failed again and again,” he gritted through his teeth, “and while it was lovely watching you, liebling-” He paused and shuddered, smashing his cheek into yours. “-how you put your body through so much pain just to impress me, Scheiße, I’ve never been so hard in my life. I spent hours up there thinking of ways to fuck you, if anyone would notice you moaning on the end of their Colonel’s cock.”
Your pussy clenched at that and your forehead dropped into the dirt, your body being thrust forward as he pounded against you. He had planned to fuck you for hours now, no wonder he was touching you so much.
“I could come like this,” he rasped, slowing and gyrating his hips, rubbing his length in a way that you felt the whole thing. Even as a stranger to sex, you could tell he was on the larger size, the massively larger size. “You made me wait so long, Maus, and I am an impatient man. So here is how this is going to happen-” He grasped underneath your chin, forcing you to look across the field. “Five targets, as before, one after the other. A hit earns you one finger, a miss and you lose a finger. Understand so far?”
You nodded and he released you, sitting up on his knees and reaching around your waist to undo your belt which he tossed to the side. He then rucked down your pants and underwear together to reveal your rounded bottom and the tease of your cunt which was already soaking wet. His thumbs parted your ass cheeks, exposing to him the source of the arousal that was already coating your thighs.
“So wet, Schatz,” he murmured, groaning as he slipped a finger through the accumulated fluid in the crease of your thigh, making you shiver. “Hit three in a row and you can have my cock. Miss from there and we start over, Ja?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
With that, he let go of your bottom and you heard the sound of a zipper and rustling of fabric so you peeked at König to see he had pulled his cargo pants down enough to reveal not only his thighs but his cock. It stood erect, tilting to the right just a little, its girth intimidating, length even more so. Dripping ropes of fluid wept from the purplish head into the cleft of your ass as he squeezed it from base to tip, his large hand hardly even covering half of it. It was going to split you in two, but God, it was going to be one Hell of a way to die.
“Since you hit one already,” he started, dipping his index finger into your slit, “we will start like this.”
His thick digit stroked down to your clit, circling it only briefly before wedging itself into your channel. The movement was followed by König’s deep, rumbling groan and your breathy gasp at the foreign intrusion. It was strange, but most definitely enjoyable, especially when he made a point to swirl his finger around inside, brushing your most sensitive points.
“Fuck, that’s tight.” He slid to the hilt, teasing the spot far inside that set your body aflame and gave you the vigor to meet his thrusts, each plunge of his finger making you moan obscenely. But he stopped soon after and clicked his tongue. “Keep it steady, Maus. Line up the next shot.”
You snapped to attention, determined to hit the shots as fast as possible and thankfully, his movements didn’t jolt you forward so you were able to aim easily. A shudder came over you just as you were about to squeeze the trigger so you waited for it to pass before firing.
Ding.
“That’s two,” König said, sliding a second finger into your heat.
The addition made you whimper, two thick fingers jammed into your channel giving you a stretch that burned, but fuck it was good. It only took a few seconds to adjust then your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open, focusing on the way his fingers curled so expertly. It wasn’t enough, you needed more. You needed him on top of you, pounding into you, claiming you, owning you, slamming you into the dirt as you sobbed and clutched for stabilization. You wanted your pussy so sore it was difficult to walk, legs so useless that he had to carry you around.
“Please, Sir, fuck me,” you said before you could stop yourself.
König stopped then, keeping his fingers buried to the hilt and dropped his chest to your back, his veiled lips brushing the top curve of your ear. “One more, liebling, one more and you can have me.”
With a deep breath, you tried to ignore the pulsing need in your veins and searched for the next target. You had to hit it, if not you would surely combust right then and there. The distant glint came into view and you lined up the crosshair, ensuring it was in the center, the same as before. Just as you squeezed the trigger, König sharply curled his fingers and applied intense pressure to the spot that made your entire body quiver.
You heard the bullet connect with the dirt near the target and you dropped your forehead into the gravel, wanting to sob when he retracted a finger.
“How disappointing, little one,” König rasped in your ear, holding his digit still. “Try again. Focus.”
Taking advantage of his lessened movements, you righted yourself and quickly aimed, taking the shot and pleased that he didn’t move a single bit.
Ding.
You sighed in relief as he filled you with a second finger, moaning loudly when he pressed his heavy cock against your bare bottom. The dripping fluid saturated your backside, smearing over both of your ass cheeks as his shaft ground into you. The level of his arousal increased your own, and you convulsed on his fingers, biting your lip to keep yourself from being too loud.
The next shot was surprisingly easy since König barely moved his fingers at all and when he did, it was after you had already hit the target.
“Good girl,” he murmured, removing his fingers. You whined at the loss but he didn’t make you wait long, sliding a single digit to your clit and circling it while whispering something incoherent under his breath. Sparks shot to your toes and you panted, whimpering pleas to keep going, you were so close…so close. “Three might be a lot but I am no small man, Maus. I need to stretch and prepare you for my cock, Ja?”
All you could do was nod as you were far too entranced by the knot tightening in your abdomen as he brought you closer to the edge, closer to - no! You were once again left wanting, left reeling and ready to beg for release, tears brimming your waterline as he nudged your legs further apart, drawing in one of his knees to rest between your thighs. Then he sat back on his heels and you looked over your shoulder, watching through glazed eyes as he unclasped his tactical vest and tossed it to the side. He got rid of his jacket next, being careful to pull it up and over his sniper hood without revealing his face.
It was then that you saw his broad shoulders and massive, muscled arms, biceps accentuated by the tight sleeves of his black t-shirt. The flesh of his forearms flexed, veins pulsing all the way to the tops of his hands. You could only imagine what his chest looked like…his abdomen…
He carefully tilted you to the side with one of his strong hands and shoved the balled up jacket under your pelvis, making it so your bottom was higher in the air - easier for him to access.
König placed one hand on the small of your back, keeping you in place while he roughly stroked three fingers up and down your slit, the pressure nearly overwhelming. He settled on your clit again, rubbing back and forth so fast you thought you might faint. He gave an affirming groan when your flesh started twitching against his palm, your soft moans turning into whimpers as you neared your climax, lightning shooting to the tips of your fingers and toes.
“I’m so…I’m so close…” you breathed, digging your nails into the dirt. “Please, please, please.”
Suddenly, he tapped harshly on your clit and chuckled before drawing back and leaving you teetering on the edge. You let out a choked sob and buried your face in the crook of your elbow, wishing he would just flip you over and drive you into the ground. Fuck you speechless, motionless.
“Not yet, little one,” he said, voice low. “You are not to come unless it’s on my cock. Tell me you understand.”
You made a near quiet noise to show your understanding, but it clearly wasn’t enough as he dropped on top of you again and wrapped a hand around your throat. His thumb and forefinger squeezed hard enough to cut off your air supply, then you felt it. His cock had slicked up the cleft of your ass, making use of the fluids - both yours and his - as lubricant.
König groaned heavily, his shaft pulsating with every thrust. “Use your words, liebling.”
“Y-yes, Sir,” you managed with what little oxygen you had left.
The pressure on your throat lessened and your next breath filled your lungs with much needed air, the whispering of his lips against your ear nearly lost to you as hot tears streamed down your cheeks.
“What an obedient little whore,” he growled, “so pretty when you cry. Who do you belong to? Tell me who you belong to!”
A gasp escaped your lips when he pulled back far enough for the head of his cock to tease your entrance but when he slid forward, he followed the same path as all the other times.
“You, I belong to you!”
König gave a few more hearty thrusts before quickly sitting up and giving your ass a stinging slap, making you yelp in surprise. A single finger circled your entrance, flicking back and forth, then he grunted and pressed forward. Three fingers stretched your pussy, a stinging pain shooting through your thighs and making them wobble uncontrollably. You could only imagine what his cock was going to feel like, surely worse, but just the thought of being able to take him in his entirety made you fuck yourself onto his fingers with a vigor that made him chuckle.
“Such an impatient slut, Scheisse, you are soaked,” he teased as he pressed even farther inside, burning you even more. “Don’t fucking miss. I need to fuck you.”
Dammit, you had forgotten about the targets all together. How were you supposed to hit them if he kept jolting you forward? Your head was spinning, the stars in the sky swirling into one mass as he plundered you, the squelching of your arousal all but echoing through the field. His groans reverberated through the night, your moans and gasps only spurring him on.
“König…please, I-I can’t,” you wept, tears wetting the dirt. You couldn’t do it.
“You must be ready. Anything can happen in the field.”
Not this…not this.
Steeling yourself, you grasped the rifle and looked through the scope, blowing a breath through your lips and wiping your eyes. Through the lens, you saw a target, one closer than the others and chose it as it was surely easier to hit. You counted the time between each thrust of his fingers, ignored the moans and pants in your ear, the heavy cock resting on your ass, and held your breath. You released it as he went deep and squeezed the trigger, the distant metallic ping resonated through the field and you allowed the assault of pleasure to consume you as König swirled your gushing arousal around with his fingers.
“What a good girl you are,” König groaned, extracting himself and spreading your thighs wider so he could move his other knee between your legs. He adjusted the jacket under your pelvis then laid his weight on you and stuffed his wet fingers into your mouth. You sucked them clean of your fluids, tasting the tang along with a hint of coppery blood as he lined the tip of his shaft up with your entrance. “This will hurt, liebling. I will try my best to be gentle but we must-” He popped the head of his length past your threshold and surged his hips forward. “-rip off the bandaid.”
His girthy cock tore into your pussy, bottoming out so that his balls rested on your clit. Your shrill cry was cut off by König’s hand clamping on your throat, trembling and tingling thighs squeezing to be rid of the intrusion. He held himself deep, causing a sharp pain to rip through your body as you panted heavily. It hurt, it hurt badly, but fuck, having him so close, so intimately, was enough for you to bear the discomfort.
König cooed in your ear, whispering sweet-nothings as he just barely flexed his hips, the motion assisting in a more pleasant stretch that made it easier to accommodate his massive size. After a few moments, he drew his hips back a few inches, his heated flesh dragging itself from your channel and making you whimper from the delicious sting before he snapped forward. The reentry forced a choked gasp past your lips and you dug your fingers into his forearm, wanting to beg for more. He repeated the movement a few more times, grunting when his pelvis hit your ass, and finally, fucking finally, all pain gave way to pleasure.
“So tight, Maus,” he rasped, shuddering when your back arched on its own volition and allowed him a smoother entrance. “Good little slut, Ja, verdammt gut.” (fucking good)
“Please,” you sobbed as you met his thrusts, pounding back into him the best one could while pinned under a man of his size. “Harder, König, please!”
In response, he released your throat and reclaimed his fingers, pushing himself upright and bringing you with him. You peeked back and watched as his massive hands gripped each side of your hips, his fingers burying into the fat of them as he tugged you backwards and lifted your knees from the ground so your cunt was flush with his hips. Your chest was in the dirt, stomach hovering and cheek pressed into the ground, held as if you were some type of boneless toy he could contort to his desire. The pace of his cock was punishing, knocking the breath out of you every time he slid as deep as he could, slapping against your skin and making your juices drain down your inner thighs. Your unashamed mewls and cries echoed through the night, hands reaching for any stabilization but finding nothing, all you could do was go limp as your face smashed into the gravel again and again.
The muscles in his arms tightened and swelled as he held your weight, the sliver of his stomach you could see was soaked with your fluids, the sheen glinting in the moonlight. His fingers gouged so deep that you were certain there was going to be bruises in the morning, not that it mattered though. You hoped there would be, hoped for more opportunities to earn as many bruises as you wanted. Looking up at his face, turning your head enough so your temple instead rubbed against the gravel, you saw his eyes had rolled back, head on his shoulder as he desecrated you at the end of his cock. Just then, he shifted slightly and hit a particularly sweet spot within your channel and you let out an embarrassingly loud groan, mouth falling open and eyes reeling.
His head snapped down, as if you had brought him back to reality, and his movement slowed, his gaze falling to the crux of your connection. One at a time, he adjusted his hands, gripping instead your bottom and sides of your thighs so he could still hold you up while being able to part your ass cheeks with his thumbs. He exited you carefully until his tip was the only part of him enveloped, his thick cock coated in your arousal and blood, evidence of your lost virtue. But he didn’t mention it, instead he inched forward, sinking back into you with an obscene moan.
“Such a greedy pussy,” he said with a chuckle, “taking my cock so well. I wish you could see this, Schatz, how you devour me. Listen-” He angled his hips and tugged you against him several times in quick succession, each thrust creating a disgustingly loud squelching of fluids. “-Scheiße, better than I imagined.”
Without warning, he let you fall to the ground, following as your body collapsed into the earth and continuing his surges as you struggled to correct yourself. You managed to get propped up on your forearms and used one hand to wipe the tear soaked dirt from your cheeks and brush your disheveled hair from your face. König plunged forward and held himself there, fingers digging into the ground at your sides.
“Two more, just two more,” he panted, his voice desperate. “Don’t miss or we start over, Ja?”
You whined and weakly reached for the rifle, wishing he had forgotten about the training. But how could he have forgotten when the sniper sat right in front of the both of you waiting to be aimed at the next target? How were you even supposed to hit the next target with his cock so far inside you and your hands trembling so badly they were basically useless?
Mustering all the strength you had left, you pulled the rifle to you, the stands scraping in the dirt, and placed your cheek on the rest. Thankfully, König still hadn’t moved and showed no signs of doing so, almost as if he was giving you the stillness you needed to hit the target. You lined up your shot and pulled the trigger, the ping of metal all you registered before he drove you into the earth.
“That’s my girl, Scheisse,” he grunted as he rolled his hips, measuring each stroke of his flesh into your gushing channel. “Just one more, baby girl. One more and you can come. You can do it.”
König didn’t let up, even when you made an effort to find the next sign in the distance, it was impossible to focus on anything with the ferocity of his thrusts. You tried to keep the rifle steady, tried to do as he instructed, but his hips dropped and the little bundle of nerves deep inside you was assaulted again and again. Each time he drove forward, a moaned cry escaped your lips and no matter how much you tried to bite your tongue to stop them, they still ripped from your throat.
“P-please! Slow down!” you cried, dropping your forehead onto the crook of your arm and sobbing. Tears slipped down your cheeks and wet the dirt again, König’s grunts and groans drowning out your weeping. “König, please, Sir. I-I can’t hit the target like this.”
Your plea was weak and accompanied by a gravely groan that surprisingly came out of your mouth. Lighting struck your core and you knew it would only be a few more thrusts before you met your end, your pussy already clenching and pulsating on his cock.
“Fuck the target,” König growled, batting your hands away from the rifle and tossing it to the side. He exited you swiftly and grasped your feet one at a time and pulled off your boots, then tore your pants from your legs, leaving you completely bare from the waist down apart from your socks.
You squeaked when he flipped you onto your back, his weight bearing down on you and slamming you into the gravel so hard it made you dizzy. He gripped your calves and tossed them over his shoulders, pressing your thighs to your chest and slamming his cock back into your pussy with a force that took your breath away. His hands held your shoulders from behind, giving him the leverage he needed to fuck you even harder than before, but the position made it more difficult for you to breathe. Fuck, it didn’t matter. As long as you were being used, as long as he was fucking you, staking claim to you, it was all you needed.
His hooded face hovered above yours, his hot, wheezing breaths all you could hear. You slotted your eyes open and saw his eyes fluttering, irises rolling back as he seemingly struggled to control his breathing. Hesitantly, you reached up and grasped the hem of his hood, then slowly pulled it up above his nose, revealing his strong jawline and sharp nose, plump cheeks red from exertion. His mouth hung open, sweat beading down his nose and dripping onto your cheek, his plush lips wet from his darting tongue.
Without a second thought, you wrapped one of your arms around his neck, still holding his hood to his nose, and pressed your lips to his. Everything stopped then, his thrusts, your heart, everything. He just barely parted from you, gazing down at you with tear brimmed eyes which flicked across your features as you cupped his face in your hands, your fingers holding up his hood. One of palms covered your cheek, his thumb brushing some of the wet gravel from your skin.
The distance between you and König closed instantly and he crushed his lips to yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth and kissing you feverishly. It was clumsy and his nose dug into your cheek, making you wonder if he had ever kissed anyone before, but you didn’t linger on it as you became far too distracted by the slow pace he had set. It was more pleasurable, deep and hard thrusts that made your thighs feel like gelatin. He shrugged your calves from his shoulders so your knees dropped into the crooks of his elbows, widening you up for him to be able to grind his pelvis into your clit.
“Komm für mich, please, come for me,” he whispered against your lips. “Bitte, bitte, Meine Liebe.” (Come for me)
Your body quivered at his plea and lighting struck your core, slow creeping bolts resonating from your womanhood as his cock ravaged you. White sparks filled your vision and your toes curled, another embarrassing moan filling the night air as you convulsed beneath him, sucking him deeper into your clutch and whispering his name like a prayer.
“That’s it, tighten up for me, baby,” he grunted into your jaw, pressing his lips firmly into your skin, his breath heating your neck as his pace became erratic. “I-I…Maus, I’m-oh, Scheisse, take it…take it.”
A strange hot gush flooded your channel as König rocked gently, his cock pulsating and expanding within you. He let out a stuttering gasp before kissing you sloppily, his hands holding either side of your neck and keeping you in place. Near silent mumbles filled the air between you and him after he drew away slightly, his forehead pressing into your temple as he released your legs, one at a time, and massaged your thighs after laying each one on the ground. The soreness hurt but it was exactly what you wanted, exactly what you needed.
After he attended to your legs, he kissed down your neck, the hem of the hood slipping from your fingers as he went lower. One of his hands pushed your head back, his thumb under your chin as he exposed more of your neck, the other hand tugging your jacket down far enough to reveal your collarbone. His lips enveloped the skin and he sucked viciously, the vessels breaking and bringing a purplish hue to the surface of your skin. He mirrored the mark on the opposite side, your mewls making him hum into your flesh and suck harder, then he blew on both of them to soothe the pain.
König sighed contentedly as he kissed both of the marks and carefully started pulling out, his partially softened shaft slipping with ease from your tender flesh. You squeezed your eyes shut and shivered once you were empty, sad that you had to part from him. He sat up on his knees, hood falling to cover his face, and examined himself briefly before using his rolled up jacket to wipe up the streaked crimson so he could stuff himself back in his pants. You laid there prone, legs spread wide and come leaking down the cleft of your ass, trying to force yourself to move. It wasn’t as if he was going to take the time to clean you up.
“You were a virgin, Ja?” he asked, cocking his head and examining your abused womanhood. You nodded and your face flushed, hoping he wouldn’t be angry with you for not telling him. Instead, he smiled, he fucking smiled. “Only mine then. Let me clean you up, Meine Liebe.”
Expecting him to use the jacket, you closed your eyes and waited for the rough fabric over your sensitive clit but it never came. You glanced down just as König lowered to his face between your thighs and bunched up his hood, drawing his tongue up the inside of your legs, greedily lapping up your combined fluids. After he cleaned both of your thighs, his tongue lathed over your clit, making you clamp his head between your legs and whimper loudly. You relaxed once his tongue dipped lower, stuffing into your channel and swirling around as he gazed up at you, his darkened eyes connecting with yours. A humming groan vibrated through you as he drank down what he could, then he made one last torturous lick and made his way up your body.
His hood had once again fallen back into place so you reached up and pushed it past his nose, unveiling his lips which were striped with blood. He gripped the back of your neck, bringing your mouth to his and kissed you with a force that was sure to bruise. A more intense coppery taste filled your mouth as you returned his passion with fervor, relishing in the mingled flavor of his seed and your arousal, the headiness of it churning your lower abdomen. You moaned into his mouth, fighting back the urge to ask him to fuck you again. It was pitiful how much you already wanted him.
“König,” you whispered as he licked his lips above you. “I-”
“No need to speak, liebling,” he murmured, sitting up on his knees and reaching for your pants and boots. He pushed your legs into your pants using tender touches that made your heart flutter, then pulled them past your bottom and buttoned them for you. Your boots came next, but not before he massaged the balls of your feet, one at a time and kissed your ankles with masked lips. “I won’t have you returning to the barracks tonight, not like this.”
“Then where-”
All speech was lost when König captivated you by sliding his thumb along your lower lip, sweeping it back and forth again and again. “With me, Maus.” He must have seen the worried look on your face as he immediately followed with, “No one will say a word. I am the Colonel. Besides, you need a hot bath, maybe some tea?”
“Okay,” was all you could say as you were too taken aback by his loving care. You had expected him to leave you on the field to clean yourself up and stumble your way back to the barracks, not take you to his quarters and care for you.
“I intend on keeping you,” he murmured as he climbed to his feet, taking you with him by your underarms. He set you on your feet and you wobbled for a moment before he ducked down and scooped you up to cradle you in one of his massive arms. His hand squeezed your bottom, making you squeak from the pressure and him chuckle from the sound you made. He picked up his jacket and the two belts in his other hand and set off towards his room.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and nuzzled your face into his neck, the sway of his step lulling your mind to rest. As his chest rumbled and grip tightened from the light kisses you placed on his skin, one thing became very clear.
You now belonged to the Colonel.