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For all you knew, he could’ve been a killer.
Luring out innocent girls like yourself to his apartment under the pretence of a “date”. But that meant that you were the stupid one for standing in front of his apartment door in the first place.
His name was König. A hybrid. Meaning that he was the product of a Wraith falling in love with a human.
It wasn’t the first time you’ve met him. You’ve already been on several dates with König after matching with him on a dating app, but you didn’t know him. You wouldn’t even consider yourself dating him.
Just floating in the in between. A situationship where you were still learning more about him and his peculiar nature.
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“Schieße.” König’s voice was a low rumble followed by the clank of a pot to the floor. He had a date. A date with you. At his place. And the dinner preparations were driving him insane.
He was nervous, he knew that. If the shadows that writhed around him weren’t proof enough, his clumsy hands were sure to prove him guilty.
He has met you before. Spoke to you in person. In a dimly lit restaurant the first time, and the second was in a park, sometime near midnight.
König knew he was strange. But he couldn’t help the odd hours and the low lighting.
His body couldn’t handle strong lighting. The shadows that made up his being would have a hard time in bright areas.
He had no ill intentions towards you. König genuinely sought out a deeper relationship with you. One that wasn’t limited by the shadows crawling in his apartment and the label the world had slapped on him.
Freak
“Fokus, König.” His hands shook, but he managed to set the table. A red table cloth laid upon a round table. In the centre, there was a vase, filled with a bouquet of white roses he was intending on gifting you with. The candles gave a golden glow, making up for the lack of lighting in his apartment.
Shadows crawled. Curling around the couch and licking at his feet. Cold to the touch and sensual.
He had to consciously rein them in, focusing instead on the scent of the food-
A knock on the door. His heart jumped in his chest and the shadows mirrored that action by seeping out of his body. You. You’re here.
Königs steps were heavy as they carried him to the front door. Facing it, he steeled himself, calming his nerves and controlling his shadows to occupy the furthest corner of the room. He’ll deal with his body later.
The handle creaked under his grip.
The door cracked open.
Your eyes stared up at him.
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You could never get used to his size. Huge was one word to describe him. Tall and wide would be a little more specific. He filled the doorway, yet his shoulders still curled inwards to make himself smaller once he saw you taking a step back
It wasn’t on purpose– it was a natural instinct. To make space for the larger person.
That, and the fact that shadows seemed to follow him. Twining around his ankle, and curiously reaching out to have a taste of yours.
You side stepped them, and he withdrew them back into the apartment with his powers.
König’s clothing was casual. A shirt that hugged his frame quite well and some sweatpants for comfort. It didn’t scream too much, but it also made you acutely aware of the fact that he put some effort into his attire.
Your name on his tongue was sandy. Clearly one that he didn’t use often with how uncertain it sounded. “I’m happy you could make it tonight.” His accent slipped, a thick, clear German one that weighed his words down and didn’t suit his size.
You nodded, maintaining eye contact and tucking the little voice in your head that insisted you were going to be part of a documentary away. He was a nice guy. On your previous dates, he was soft spoken and bashful.
“Come inside.” König stepped away from the door and gestured to the inside of his home.
His apartment was well maintained. Clean and minimal. A couch in the centre of the living room with a TV hanging on the wall. His boots were neatly set next to the couch, and a jacket was draped over the armrest. The kitchen was connected to the living room by a narrow doorway, and a half wall.
And that was his apartment- aside from the table he had clearly set out for tonight and the closed door leading to his bedroom, his apartment was bare.
“I hope you like steak.” His voice echoed from the kitchen, and it set you into action. Out of respect for the fact that he was wearing socks, you took off your shoes and placed them near the door.
Then you found a spot on the couch, undisturbed by the darkness that seemed to breathe. “I do.” You cleared the lump in your throat. “Steak is one of my favourite meals.”
Your eyes latched onto the figure crawling towards you. Moulding itself into a hand, the untamed shadows took a lick at your exposed ankle.
A shiver crept up your spine. Cold wrapped around the part where the shadow had allowed its curiosity to win out. You remained silent, watching with interest at the bizarre nature of his body.
You knew he was a Wraith hybrid. Knew that shadows followed him where ever he went. But that was about it. You didn’t know if they could feel. You didn’t know if they had a mind of their own. You didn’t know if he had full control over them or just partial.
You were intrigued, to say the least. And perhaps, tonight, you could ask all of your questions.
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Warm was your body.
König didn’t mean to touch you intentionally- his shadows were shameless and acted on their own accord, wrapping around your skin. But he did feel the heat that your skin retained.
It sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.
“So-“ Two steaks were neatly plated on a bed of mashed potatoes and a side of carrots. A red pan sauce was poured over them to complement and enhance the flavour of the steak. “How was your day today, Schatz?”
König effortlessly carried the plates to the table, setting them on opposite ends. The cutlery was taken care off and all that was needed was a drink.
Perhaps some wine.
“It was good.” Smooth was your voice, König thought. It matched the way you looked. “The office was busy, but atleast I didn’t work overtime.” Silence trickled in, disturbed by the softest padding of your feet towards the table.
When König turned back to the dining table- wine bottle in hand- his eyes met yours. They were round, beautified by the minimal eyeshadow that you had applied, and highlighted by your eyeliner.
Your eyes were somehow sharper, the colour clear and stumping him. König was breathless the longer your eyes pulled him into their void.
And when your head tilted the slightest bit to question his lack of words? His knees threatened to give out and his shadows responded by snaking up your ankle and wrapping around your thigh-
The sudden warmth that pulsed through his veins caused him to rip his eyes off your frame and to ramble a few choice curses under his breath. “Schieße- Entschuldigung, Schatz, Ich- nein- blieb weg und drinnen– Crap-“ His shadows refused to cooperate, stubbornly latching to your thighs.
This was it. You were going to leave because his shadows decided to be perverted and he was too overwhelmed to control them.
Freak-
“That- mmh- tickles.”
Königs heart skipped a beat. His shadows stilled in their writhing, and withdrew back into his body. You giggled when they passed over your ankles on their way to his body.
That was… new.
For once, someone wasn’t disgusted by the darkness that seeped out of him. It seemed as though it was enjoyable, especially since you followed the pulsing shadows with your eyes and a smile on your face.
“I’m-“ König took a deep breath in and ran a hand over his face, sighing deeply before he continued. “So sorry about that, Schatz.”
You shook your head. Walked over to the table and pulled your chair out, settling atop it. “I don’t mind. Your shadows…” you paused, glancing away to find the right words. “I like them. They’re interesting.”
Königs chest loosened and the shadows took your words as encouragement to crawl towards you, but he pulled them in. He wasn’t going to let them cause any more trouble.
But your laughter… it lightened the tense atmosphere. Your laughter sparked a fire in König’s chest.
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König was… endearing, to say the least. You didn’t understand a single thing from the rush of words that left his mouth, but the way he seemed so flustered was… cute.
The little incident with his shadows was tucked away as he settled across from you, the candle light making more of his features visible.
His eyes could be seen, even in the dark. Striking blue that could have been glaciers if you didn’t know any better. Naturally half-lidded and so devoid of life, a tender part of you wished to nurse back the light in his eyes.
Your gaze travelled further down to his nose. Hooked and crooked, it stood prominent in the centre of his face. Pointed at the end with a scar running from his nose to just about the bottom of his left eye.
It wasn’t only his nose that was scarred. His whole face was. A scar cutting his upper lip. A healed gash by his cheek. A long, thin line that cut from his lower lip down to his neck.
“Schatz, would you like to have some wine?” Thick, calloused fingers wrapped around the slender neck of a bottle of red wine. Holding it up for you to see.
You weren’t a wine enthusiast, but you did accept it whenever the offer was made. So you nodded, albeit jerkily. “Yeah, I’ll have some wine please.”
The liquid sloshed in the glass, and your eyes found the motion captivating. The crimson that lulled in your glass. Like blood. If it was the shade of darkness, it would’ve looked like the shadows swaying around your feet.
Aroma tickled your nose, and your attention was brought down to the plate of food infront of you. Perfectly seared steak on a bed of mashed potatoes and a side of what seemed to be stir fried carrots.
You picked your fork up, tasting the carrots first. They were soft and sweet- easy to swallow. Then you cut into the steak and chewed down onto it.
It was tender, flowing with juices and flavours. Your lips curled and you turned your attention to Königs curious gaze. “Food tastes amazing.” You took another bite of the steak, speaking around it. “You’re a great cook, König.”
His shoulders deflated with relief, then immediately inflated with pride. “I’m glad that you enjoyed the food, Schatz.”
Then, he too allowed himself to eat to his fill.
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Dinner was relatively quiet, but König didn’t mind. Infact, you had told him before on your first date that you generally did not talk whilst eating, as you wished to enjoy the food.
And he could respect that, if it meant that you were enjoying his food. The one he spent hours researching on to get the steak perfectly tender and the mashed potatoes silky smooth with the right amount of seasoning.
A huff drew Königs attention to the hand settled on your belly, rubbing circles onto the fabric of your clothing. “Thank you for the meal.” You slumped in your seat, stretching your legs out underneath the table and groaning softly. “Absolutely perfect, and I would devour it again.”
Pride and warmth filled Königs chest alike. He felt light, and that airiness quirked his lips into the smallest grin. “Glad you enjoyed the food, Schatz.” When he stood, the chair scraped across the floor. He took the empty dishes to the kitchen, setting them in the sink where he would deal with them in the morning. Right now, he had a date to finish, and a girl to please.
König came back to the lounge, standing close enough to catch a whiff of the perfume you had sprayed. It stirred something in him, but his shadows were faster to react- excitedly dancing on the floor.
“Schatz.” He started, eyes tracing the necklace adorning your neck. “What would you like to do?”
You rocked back on your heels, humming under your breath. “Well, what is there to do?”
König shrugged, having not thought this far into the date. The food had been his biggest and only concern- he had been too jittery to think about anything else. “We could watch a movie, we could play a board game, we could sit and chat…” He paused to gauge your reaction. “Anything you’d like.”
“Anything I’d like.” You echoed. It was in that moment that König saw the glimmer of mischief in your eyes. The subconscious smirk on your lips and the way you looked up at him through your lashes.
Königs breathing picked up, and his heart hammered beneath his sternum. You weren’t even suggesting anything, yet he still felt all of his blood drain south. Schieße. Not good, and not right now.
His voice was husky when he spoke, “What do you have in mind, Kleines?” It was unintentional, the way sandpaper roughened his words. Your legs shuffled, bringing you an inch closer to him.
Darkness raised around him, and he was too captivated by your lips moving to form the words, to notice the way his shadows had created a figure that reached out to toy with your hair.
“I wanna ask you some questions.”
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It was almost comical the way the air stilled around you when the words settled in his mind. Even the figure beside you halted, dropping your hair in little sections as it melted back into the corners, watching with embarrassment that matched the one of König’s face.
“Ask questions about what?” He took a half step back, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding your eyes.
“Well-“ you sauntered to the couch, making yourself comfortable atop it. “You’re a Wraith hybrid. I’m merely a human. There’s plenty to talk about.” And to show exactly what you were talking of, you reached out to brush his shadows.
The feeling of them was odd. Shadows weren’t supposed to feel like anything, yet you could feel these shadows. They felt like smoke- only heavier and colder. Flowing between your fingers when relaxed, but curling around your form when he felt strong emotions.
It was all so interesting.
König’s breath hitched when you touched the shadows. His feet carried him until he plopped beside you onto the couch, keeping oceans between the two of you and leaning his elbows onto his knees.
“Well, then Schatz.” He shot you the barest hint of amusement. “Ask away. I’ll see if I can answer everything.”
Right.
You took a deep breath in to prepare for the onslaught of questions that have been brewing in your mind ever since you’ve met him. Some wholesome and others downright inappropriate.
“Do you have full control over your shadows?”
Reacting to the mention of them, tendrils of them crawled up your ankle, but halted when König raised a hand and pointed to the far wall. They didn’t have faces, but you knew that they were shamefully floating to the wall with their tails tucked between their legs. So cute.
“As you saw, the answer is yes and no.” To demonstrate, he brought his hand infront off him, and the darkness obeyed to his silent command by collecting into his hand. “I can consciously control them, but if I’m feeling strong emotions, they tend to get out of hand.”
Königs eyes narrowed- focusing on the ball of darkness in his palm. When he finally got the shadows to obey, he turned his hand to you, holding out a heart he created. But soon, it melted into his hands, and absorbed into his body.
“It gets draining. To consciously control them.” He explained. “Poisoning if I over-use my abilities.” You nodded enthusiastically, gripping onto every word. “But I do have control over them.”
You oohed, watching him intently. “Do they have a mind of their own? Like earlier, when they crawled over my legs.”
Despite the dim lighting, you still caught the flushing of the pale skin of his ears and cheeks. “You could-“ he cleared his throat and adjusted his seating, leaning back onto the couch. “You could say that. They tend to do their own thing in relation to my emotions, or lack thereof.” König paused to scratch at his stubble, staring at a point on the ground. “It’s complicated to explain. Sometimes, they adhere to my emotions and act on them. Other times, they act on their own accord without any connections to my emotional state.”
“I see.” You relaxed on the couch, muscles loosing their earlier tension when you first walked into his place. “And you feel everything that they feel?” You poked an approaching tendril with your toe, watching it fold on itself and scurry away. So human despite being something that moves like smoke.
“Everything.” König agreed. “Every drop in temperature, every rough surface, every wet or dry substance. I feel it all-“
Oh. So maybe you shouldn’t have nudged it with your toe.
“Even the times you nudged them underneath the dinner table.”
You chuckled. He turned to the sound with light sparkling in his eyes. “Guilty as charged, Colonel.” You jabbed. He shook his head in a good hearted gesture. “It’s just-“ the words threatened to die in your throat, but you forced them out. “I have never seen anything that behaves like your shadows. So fluid yet human, if that makes sense.”
“It does.” König himself watched the way shadows folded and flowed on themselves- practically play fighting. “Wraiths shadows are different than your normal shadows that occupy corners and the night. These shadows have a purpose and the ability to come into contact with physical objects.”
“Doesnt it feel overstimulating. Feeling everything they feel?”
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You were so intrigued, it was adorable. The way you weren’t afraid to touch and feel, ’ooh’ing and ’aah’ing at the smallest bits of information König fed you.
König already felt you working your way into his helpless heart, making yourself home right by his sinus node- controlling his heart and causing it to palpate.
You wouldve been a problem if König had no intentions of keeping you safe and loved and-
His
“No, not really. I can tune out what I want to feel and what I don’t want to feel.” He paused to tilt his head and smile, encouraging you to continue asking more questions.
He wanted to nourish your curiosity. By any means possible- even if it meant that you touched the very essence of his being. The deepest part of him that made him a Wraith.
“It’s like your nose.” König leaned towards you. And when you didn’t pull away- instead looking at him with big eyes and raised eyebrows- he booped your nose. “You’re always seeing it, but your brain filters it out. Same thing here. I feel everything, but my brain filters out what I don’t need.”
You hummed. König closed his eyes and chuckled- thoroughly endeared.
“Can I-“ He opened his eyes and spotted your hand frozen in the air between the two of you as you gnawed on your lower lip- glancing at the floor for a mere moment before glancing back at his eyes.
“Can I touch you?”
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Scrap him being a killer- you were a creep. A very direct, curious creep at that.
Königs eyes widened. Your ears burned. Your lips parted and you were tripping all over your words. “I didn’t mean it- I didn’t mean it that way. I meant- your shadows- I want to feel them- I- I’m very interested in them.”
There was no saving you, and in a last ditch effort, you closed your eyes and accepted your fate. At the very least, his apartment was dark enough to hide the fire burning on your face.
“You-“ König cleared his throat and you risked a peak. “I’m not against you touching me or my shadows-“ he shot you a sly grin before his own bashfulness made him look away. “I mean- yeah. You can- you can feel them.”
Relief tasted sweet on your tongue. The breath that you were holding in released in a whoosh, and you inched closer to König. The cushions creaked beneath you, and you raised a tentative hand to the shadow eagerly crawling towards you.
It twirled around your finger, licked at the skin between your thumb and index and pressed its tip to your pulse point.
Your breath hitched involuntarily, and your pulse spiked. It stayed at your pulse point- cool and steady and oddly comforting.
“Schatz. Your heart is racing.” You looked up to König’s intrigued gaze already pinned on you.
Jerkily, you nodded. “You can feel that?”
The shadow crawled a little higher, pulling at your sleeve, before it ultimately fell back to the couch. “I can feel everything, remember?”
“Right.” You cleared your throat. König scooted closer to you.
“Try another spot. One closer to my body, if you’re still interested.”
“I am.” You did as König instructed, raising your hand to his body and prodding at the shadow that leaked out of his chest.
The second that your finger connected with the darkness, Königs whole body shuddered and his breath lodged in his throat.
Startled, you pulled back, holding your hand to your chest. “Im so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt-“
“You didn’t hurt-“ his chest heaved a little, and even in the darkness you could make out the flush on his pale skin. “Just sensitive.”
Oh.
Oh.
Heat rushed between your legs at the implication, and you were guiltily rubbing your thighs together and swallowing hard- trying your hardest to not imagine what that must’ve done to him.
“Sensitive how?” The question that you really wanted to ask was on the tip of your tongue, but it was too improper to ask.
König managed to get his breathing to calm, and when he did, he turned to you- blue eyes gone dark and endless like an abyss. “Sensitive enough.” He grunted.
You were going to do it. You were going to take a shot in the dark in the name of your curiosity. “Sensitive like turned on?”
The groan and the way he shuffled on the couch was answer enough. And the sound of his answer melted your brain and turned it into a dopamine seeking druggie.
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König didn’t even have time to register the second brush of your hand on his shadows when his body lurched again- his fist closing on the couches arm rest.
He was shuffling and writhing and adjusting his legs to relieve the ache between his legs without pushing himself onto you. He didn’t want to do anything you weren’t comfortable with-
Tingles shot up his spine. His back arched off the couch and a groan bubbled from his throat. Through the haze of lust, he could make out your hand caressing and holding onto the shadow that sought your attention.
Schieße-
“Do you like that, König?” You sounded so unsure- so nervous to be doing the wrong thing. When he didn’t answer, you started to withdraw your hand, but he reached out for it, pressing it to the tent in the front of his pants.
“Yes, Schatz.” His voice was a rasp. “I like that. A lot.” Your breath caught in your throat. This close, König made it a point to memorise the colour of your blush when you were turned on and how wide your pupils blew when you wanted him.
Your breath lodged in your throat and you whimpered around it. The sound caused heat to shoot straight to König’s groin and his dick to twitch beneath your warm palm.
He loosened his hold on your wrist, until it ultimately fell, but not without being replaced. Instead of his warm hand holding your palm to the front of his pants, it was a chilly shadow inching you closer to him.
And you. You didn’t resist. You moved forward, straddled Königs lap and stared down into his soul. Bold you were, when curious.
König steadied your weight by fitting his palms into the curve of your waist. He continued to stare at you, through the eyes of hunger and want and something warmer- more tender.
His shadows didn’t rest either. They grew restless. Surrounding your form- tugging at your clothes and being shameless enough to touch and feel your skin. König allowed them too. Because he could feel every spike and drop of your heartbeat, every change in temperature of your skin- he could feel it all.
“Are you controlling them, or is this your shadows acting on their own accord?” You nudged the shadow closest to your chest, shoving away to focus on König.
He chuckled and the sound rumbled deep in his chest. Calloused thumbs slipped beneath your shirt and rubbed slow circles onto goosebump raised skin. “That’s all them, I fear.” König inched his face forward, dangerously close to your lips with his voice dropping to a rasp. “I’m too busy focusing on what to do with you on my lap.”
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Anything really, is what you wanted to say. But you had a sense of dignity. “Well, what is there to do?” Your gaze traitorously dropped to his thin lips before meeting his dark coloured eyes.
He hummed, deep and contemplative, ironic assuming that you were sitting on the bulge in his pants. “I could kiss you-“ his breath ghosted over the skin of your neck. Shivering, you lifted your chin up and granted him access to your neck, to which he chuckled in approval. But his lips never touched your skin.
“I could touch you-“ Königs hands began to wander- spamming over your ribcage, and settling on your stomach. His thumbs brushed the underside of your breasts, and you held your breath in anticipation. But once again, he never touched you.
”If I wanted to, I could use my shadows to fuck you.” His head was dipped, but you could still see his eyes. You could still see the quirk of his lips as he guided a hand-like shadow to wrap around the back of your neck.
Your body tensed. Then it relaxed. Then it jerked-muscles torn between complete relaxation and awareness. But your nerves hummed beneath your skin. Hot, alive and completely aware of every point of contact between you and his body- the human and the non-human parts of him.
“Are you gonna pick, Schatz?” Königs voice remained a low purr. His body was still, yet his tense muscles told a different story. He was waiting to pounce onto you. To devour you whole.
You took a deep breath in. Held it in your lungs and allowed the coolness of the room to wash over you. “How about all three?”
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König liked you more. Your thinking was so alike to his, he wanted to give you more than what you had asked for. “Good answer, Schatz.” He praised, large hands grabbing your ass and rocking your hips subtly against his. “I love your thinking. Very-“ in an instant, he flipped you onto your back with a yelp that sounded from your lips.
His thighs caged your hips, and he hovered over you, forearms surrounding your head. “Interessant.” Shadows leaked out of his body. They solidified into unbreakable beings, grabbing hold of your arms and legs, keeping you pinned to the couch.
König sat back on his hunches, admiring the view of you beneath him, with your chest rising and falling with ragged breaths and your hands uselessly clenching into fists- a weak attempt to fight against your otherworldly restraints.
“Now Schatz.” König began, ignoring the ache between his legs and focusing on your comfort. “If you feel like you do not want these restraints, speak up.” His hand brushed your side. “I want you to enjoy this experience with me.”
When you nodded your assent and verbally agreed to speak up, did König bunch your shirt and slide it over your head.
His eyes roamed over the newly exposed skin with feverish hunger and anticipation. You shivered beneath him, innocently bucking your hips upwards to impatiently grind against his hips. König allowed you to, listening to your whimpers and soft moans.
“Soon, Schatz.” He assured, dipping his head and planting a wet kiss above your navel. “I’ll give you everything you need and more.” Königs hand explored your body, slipping beneath your bra and brushing your nipples until they stiffened into hard peaks. And when he achieved that, he manoeuvred his shadows to unhook your bra, and to lay it in a pile with your shirt on the ground.
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Your body was burning- hot lava flowing through your veins and lust clouding your vision, but the coolness of his shadows restraining your movements sent a shiver down your spine.
Shadows crawled up your ankles, sliding beneath the fabric of your pants and nipping at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. König rumbled above you, sliding his lips up your body and settling them between the valley of your breasts.
He looked proud of himself. Coy smile on his lips whilst his tongue darted out to lick your skin.
Your exhale was shaky. Your heart was thumping against your ribcage and the throb between your legs grew loud enough that you couldn’t ignore it anymore. The most you could do was rub your thighs together and pray for the slightest bit of relief.
Königs lips closed around your left nipple. Your back arched off the couch in response to the wetness of his tongue. He suckled on it gently, pulling it deeper into his mouth and lavishing it with long strokes and sharp nibbles.
You whimpered. “König..”
He released your peak with a wet pop and saliva purposely dripping down his tongue onto your pec. His shadows advanced onto your torso, snaking around your midriff, sliding higher through the mess of his saliva and tracing your lips.
“Schatz.” He breathed out. He straightened up, tugging at the hem of his shirt and sliding it over his head, tossing it aside with the rest of your clothes.
His body was a map of muscles and scars. Built and honed by the various horrors he had faced on a daily basis. There were stars- bullet wounds- on his shoulders, with one close to his navel. Knife scars ran deep and shallow. The deepest ones being near his arms and shoulders, and the shallow ones being near his chest.
His muscles rippled as he brought his face level to your own. The close proximity spiked your heart rate and made your lips fall open invitingly.
His shadows took that opening. They slid past your lips and danced with your tongue, filling up your mouth. Your tongue curled around them and your gag reflexes were activated. They continued to writhe in your mouth and prod at your cheeks until your eyes watered and König had to rein them in with an apologetic look.
You gasped around the mouthful of air that slid down your throat. König sat up a little, allowing you space to breathe. But when you nodded and assured him that you were fine, he dove in and sealed his lips to your own, selfishly taking your breath without permission.
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You tasted divine. Honey sweet and crisp like mint, König wanted to devour you. Tuck you into the space of his cheek to suck out all the flavours from your body.
He pulled back with a groan that pained him, staring down at your swollen lips and puppy eyes, begging him to take more- to give you more.
“Schatz-“ König sat back on his hunches, palming himself through his sweatpants and twitching with every motion. It hurt to not be inside you. “Schatz, I need you.” His hand slipped into his sweatpants, instead palming himself through his boxers and holding onto his bulge. “Bitte, Schatz-“ he swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat with his eyes transfixed onto your form- just watching him with interest as he made a spectacle of himself.
“I need you.”
The words seemed to be ripped out of his throat. Dissected and laid infront of you, for you to be judge, jury and executioner.
Your hips bucked upwards, providing the smallest bit of friction that your restrained state allowed. That and your wanton moan that sounded when your hips connected with his own.
That was all that König needed to direct his shadows into making quick work of your pants. But your panties? That was for him to toy with and enjoy.
Long fingers brushed the damp fabric covering your sex. Your legs shuffled for modesty on the couch, only for them to be spread wider by your own decision and free will.
König hummed deep in his throat. “You liked that didn’t you?” He glanced at your eyes and the heat simmering in them. “You enjoyed watching me… working on myself, hmm?”
You nodded, eyes shutting tight. König couldnt take it anymore. If he didn’t bury himself in you, he was going to go insane. If it were any other day, he would’ve taken the time to taste you, to touch you, to memorise the fluttering of your walls around his fingers, but all he wanted today was to be buried deep inside you.
He shoved pants and boxers alike to his thighs, allowing his dick to spring free. Swollen and twitching, it rested against your inner thigh.
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Your eyes widened at the sheer size of it. The head was flushed and there were protruding veins that started from its tip to the base. There was no way that was going to fit inside you. You squirmed beneath him, but there was so much you could do with his shadows restraining you.
König must’ve sensed your unease, because he paused and took a deep breath in. “I’ll go slow, Schatz.” His thumb rubbed slow circles onto the bare skin of your upper thigh. “I want you to enjoy yourself.”
His touch soothed you, and you melted a little on the couch. With your worries dealt with, König pushed your panties aside and focused on your weeping slit. He worked through your wetness, coating his fingers in it, before he dipped a single digit into your warmth.
Your breath hitched, and you held onto it, letting your lungs burn from the lack of air. Königs finger slid further in, then he pulled it out. When he penetrated again, it was with two fingers.
“Breathe, Schatz.” Your walls fluttered around his fingers, but he remain undeterred, pumping into your cunt, scissoring you open and stretching you for him. “Schatz. I need you to breathe.”
You did as he said, releasing all the air from your lungs and taking another gulp of it. You continued in that rhythm of breathing in through your mouth and releasing it with a whoosh sound until three of Königs fingers could settle comfortably inside you- nudging your cervix.
Königs dick twitched impatiently, almost reminding you of it’s existence and its need to be buried inside of you. König retracted his soaked fingers from your cunt and brought them to his lips, licking a long stripe from the base of fingers to the tips, then wrapping his lips around them and sucking your flavour off them.
He hummed around his fingers, watching intently for your reaction. Satisfied with whatever twisted pleasure he saw on your face, he urged his shadows to adjust the position of your legs, brining your knees closer to your chest and exposing your sex to him.
König braced his arms beside your hip, caging you against the couch. The head of his cock nudged your entrance, and all you could do was remind yourself to breathe and whimper softly.
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The sounds that you were making were music to Königs ears. He would pay any price in the world to hear them every morning and every night of his life.
The head of his dick settled inside your heat and König hissed at the sensation. His body was sensitive and overwhelmed by the heat of your arms and legs where he was restraining you.
You moaned softly, arching your back off the couch and twisting from side to side to get more of him inside of you. König dipped his head with a smirk and traced your earlobe with his tongue. “So impatient you are, Schatz.” He pushed further in, grinding his teeth down and clenching his jaw. “You want more, don’t you?”
His voice was a murmur and you were responding to him with whimpers and sighs and hiccups. He pulled out, breathing raggedly, only to push in once more, allowing more of him to slip inside of you.
Your body accepted him without resistance, fluttering around him and greedily pulling more of him in. “Yes.” Your words were shaky. “I want more. I want you.”
König twitched inside you. Spurred on by your words, he allowed another inch of him to settle comfortably inside of you. When your body didn’t resist, he pulled out then plunged back inside of you, hissing as a moan tore out of your throat.
His pelvis brushed your own. The head of his dick was nudging your cervix, and your walls were fluttering around him.
König licked the tears forming in the corners of your eyes, the heat of your body seeping into his palm were it rested on your chest. König remained settled inside you, allowing your body to adjust to the feel of him.
“You okay, Schatz?” He brushed strands of hair out of your face, reverently tucking them behind your ear with gentleness that belied the rugged edge of his body. You nodded, dazed. “Yeah.” You swallowed. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Good.” He praised. With your walls stretching and making space for him, he began moving his hips. Pulling out all the way, then slamming right back in with a muscle ticking in his jaw and a growl in his throat.
Your back bucked with every merciless snap of his hips. Your moans lost all rhythm, and were reduced to blabbering and hitches in your breath and tears in your eyes, but you continued to beg for more.
König increased his pace and manipulated some of the shadows to direct attention to your clit. You gasped upon the contact, trembling beneath König and tensing your thigh muscles.
The skin of your clit was warm. It was swollen and sensitive- it didn’t take much for König to draw cries from your lips and saliva to leak from the corners of your mouth.
You looked beautiful like this. Absolutely wrecked and high on the feeling of him inside you.
Excitement tingled down Königs spine. His large palm held the supple flesh of your thigh, guiding it up and over his shoulder.
Like this, your cunt was squeezing him for all he was worth, and you were clenching the cushions of the of the couch.
He was so close. Seeing you like this, spread open on his cock, it was enough to make him empty his load inside of you.
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You could’ve sworn that your guts were rearranged. König was so deep inside you, you felt him in your mid back and a point higher than your lower stomach.
“König..” you mewled out, sensing your impeding climax. It began curling around your spine, travelling down in slow tingles to the point between your legs.
“Schatz.” He murmured back. He must’ve felt the fluttering of your walls, because he increased his pace. The pumps of his hips were growing sloppy and erratic. The shadow working on your clit moved faster, drawing you closer to pleasure.
“König, I’m close.” Your words were carried by your laboured breathing.
“I’m here to catch you, Schatz.” He twitched inside you, impatiently waiting for you to fall-
Your climax washed over you in crashing waves. It closed around your spine and raised your body off the couch. Your hands closed into iron tight fists and a cry tore from your throat.
Colours burst behind your eyelids, and for a moment, you felt weightless, suspended between space and earth.
When you had come out of your high, König was still pistoning inside your oversensitive cunt, chasing his own high.
And it finally came with a grunt and warmth spilling out of him in thick ropes and painting your insides. König’s pelvis remained flush with your body until he was positive that he had emptied all of his load inside of you.
Sometime after that, you blacked out. When you woke up, it was with König between your legs, this time passing a warm towel over your spent sex and cleaning you up.
He noticed your half lidded eyes and smiled at you. “Stay the night, Schatz?”
Perhaps he wasn’t a killer.