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The sound of heavy boots were muffled by carpet as the Colonel stopped past the threshold into the quaint home, pupils dilated, eyes lidded and chest heaving. He was tense, pulse still racing from the mission as splatters of dried crimson stained his clothes, the blade hushed to slay his enemies still wet in its holster. 

It was true what others spoke of him when he was out on deployment, taking lives left and right with ease with his own bare hands, skills unmatched to those around him. 

“He’s terrifying.”

“A freak.”

“A monster.” 

And he so relished in their fear, feeding off of it like a drug injected into his veins.  

However, there was something far worse than opium in its purest form. 

A drug that has no cure, the only cure being to keep using over and over again to satiate his hunger. 

You. 

You had an effect on him like no one else could supply. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he was enchanted. You were a new medic filled with spunk and a charm that could melt the coldest hearts. It was easy to speak to you, winning the hearts of many of his subordinates, and more so, him. 

He was chained to your smiles, your laughter and kindness. Not even the horrors of war could give him this much adrenaline as you did. 

You bewitched him, body and soul. 

In his mind, you were already his. 

And he made sure everyone knew. 

He would request for you to patch him up post mission, pushing past all other staff to see you. All checkups were done by you, and only you. 

No one could truly heal him the way you did. 

No one could understand his love for you. 

You would tease him that you were his favorite doctor, all giggles and smiles as you bandaged and cleaned him. 

You had no idea . 

Wherever you went, he followed. Whoever you spoke to, he made sure to pull up their files. He wasn’t afraid to threaten one’s life to protect yours, even his own comrades. 

It wasn't an obsession. 

It was love. 

He loved you. 

You just didn’t know it yet. 

He learned everything he could about you, memorizing it all like holy scripture to use to gain your trust and build a friendship. 

Anything to get closer to you. 

He did everything for you. 

Every breath he took was for you. 

Every moment of training was for you.

Every body disposed of was for y o u. 

He made his way to your bedroom, the layout memorized from the blueprints he found, quietly opening the door with expert stealth as his eyes searched for his objective. There you lay in your bed, sleeping the night away. His gaze softened, the tension leaving his body as soon as it came, only leaving nothing but pure unbridled love. 

“Mein Engel.”

You were a sight to behold: hair disheveled, blanket half off your sweet body and a foot dangling off the bed. If only you could see how much the sight of you made his heart face with adoration. How much he was willing to protect you. 

To kill for you. 

He crossed the space in between, barely a sound made as he now stands by your bed, watching you as your chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the moonlight shining through your window and splaying against your skin, illuminating you. 

“So beautiful.” 

His fingers twitched, eager to reach out and grab a handful of your hair, but that wouldn’t do. Not now. He knelt onto the wooden floor, his height making it possible for him to still face you as you lay so elegantly in your bed. He swallowed a lump in his throat, a gleeful smile hidden beneath the makeshift sniper hood at the realization that this is the closest he’s ever been with you. 

He leaned in, the fabric of the hood nearly touching your own bare face as he studied your features, careful to not make a sound as he admired you in your beauty. 

Would be very difficult to explain how he found out where you lived if you woke up. 

The hood was lifted slightly, just barely over his arched nose as he fought every instinct to claim you here and now, but he couldn’t. His plan was in motion, and going as smoothly as possible. He elected to turn his head, pressing his nose into the soft pillow your head lay on and inhaling, filling his lungs with your scent. 

His body trembled in ecstasy, his pants feeling too tight as the object of his fantasies was splayed right in front of him, dangling like a treat for a hound. He quickly freed himself of his confinements, his heavy length full with blood and primal desire in his gloved hand, a pearl of pre leaking from the slit. His eyes focused on your body, the way your top barely contained your assets as he thumbed his sensitive head, taking another long whiff of your pillow. 

You looked so soft, so delicate. 

Angelic .

He couldn’t help himself. His body craved for you even after a long three day mission, abandoning his quarters to make his way to your home to find you. He slipped a glove off, his bare hand now stroking himself to the sight of your sleeping form. 

Would you be able to take him? 

To enjoy being showered in love and praise as he molded your walls to the shape of him? 

To mark you in every which way as he rocked the headboard into the plaster? 

Would you scream in desire as he filled you with his seed, claiming you as his for eternity?

He panted into your pillow, the pressure building rapidly as you began to shift in your sleep, a soft moan escaping you, the sound going straight to his raging cock as he leaked onto your floor, uncaring about the mess he’ll make. 

His mark in your home. 

He took the plush pillow between teeth and biting down, preventing any sounds from escaping as his hips stuttered, ropes of his hot seed spilling all over your floor, creating a small puddle of his love for you. He quickly gathered himself as you shifted once more, realizing that you were possibly beginning to stir in your sleep. He dressed himself, watching you closely to ensure he wasn’t caught, letting out a breath of relief as you simply adjusted, legs tucked under the sheets. He took a risk, placing a gentle kiss on top of your head. 

“Sweet dreams, Liebling.” 

He walked out of your home without a care in the world, happy to have been able to see his favorite medic before he would turn in for the night back in his private quarters. He hummed a soft tune, wondering what the next day would entail, though, it didn’t matter. 

He got his fix once more. 

And he’ll make sure to come back for another dose.

He watched his team of recruits spar, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep as you haunted his dreams ever so wonderfully, the image of your sleeping form still fresh in his mind even days after he had made his mark in your home. He salivated at the thought of how soft you looked under the covers, how you’d feel being pressed into his side with his arms wrapped around you. You had infected every part of him, mind taken over by endless thoughts of that tantalizing smile of yours. 

You were the virus, and he was your willing host. 

Every waking moment without you by his side was agony, but patience was a virtue, and he was a very patient man. 

“Morning, Colonel.” A wide grin spread across his lips, the sound of your voice like music to his ears as he was interrupted from his thoughts. He turned to you, hands folded behind his back and eyes roaming over your form adorned by a white coat, a symbol of your duty as a medic.

His favorite doctor.

“Please. I told you, just call me König. We’re friends after all.”

For now.

He nearly fell to his knees at your smile knowing it was he who was responsible for it. He’d make sure to be the only one to do such a thing. 

“Well then, König, are you healing well? Any of the injuries bothering you?” 

How lucky was he that you came to him to make sure he was alright? Always so attentive and sweet. 

It’s why you were his, after all. 

“Actually, there is something bothering me. Right here.” 

He points to the area around his abdomen, feigning concern as your eyes follow where his hands are gesturing to, remembering all of the injuries you tended to.

“Well, come see me after you’re done, you already know where my office is at.”

Of course he knew. It was his sanctuary. He restrained himself from reaching out and wrapping his arms around you as you waved him off and walked away, longing to caress your cheek and hold it ever so tenderly, to place a deep kiss upon those soft lips of yours, but he simply gave you a nod.

“Will do, schatz.”

After fulfilling his duties, he made his way to the med bay, an air of authority around him and a cocky smirk on his lips as many of the medical staff nodded to him in greeting, already knowing him from the many times he’s come by to see you. 

And there he stood in front of that familiar door, your name tag displayed on the front with little flowers decorating the outer rim of the name plate. 

Your love for flowers was never hidden. 

Perhaps he’d bring you a bouquet on your next visit. His knuckles rapped against the door, his heart pounding at the thought of seeing you again and what would happen after he was patched up. 

How soon should he make a move on you?

Would dinner suffice?

A picnic under the stars?

Perhaps he should just simply whisk you away and keep you locked in his personal quarters, away from the world. 

He lingered on that last thought a little too long. 

He was met with your smile once more, a beautiful sight not even the heavens itself could have constructed. 

“Hallo. I’m here to see the best doctor around.” In times where you were both alone, he would lay it on a little too thick, but you never minded, and he would know by the way your eyes would shine, how you would shift where you stood. He knew he was having an effect on you, and he knew he was winning you over slowly.

He grinned as you rolled your eyes playfully, allowing him to enter into your space once more. 

“Hey König, glad you could make it. Let’s get you settled in, yeah?”

Excitement coursed through his veins at being so close to you once more.

Of course he knew the routine already: gear off, sit on the examination table and wait for further instructions. And so he did as such, his monstrous build making the material dip as he watched you gather the materials to run a check up on him, focusing on how you handled the instruments with expert movement, picturing them wrapped around his cock, pumping and squeezing every last drop as he’d spill into your soft mouth.

“Alright, so spill the beans. What’s bothering you?” You move to stand in front of him, eyes roaming over his sniper hood as you wait for him to give you the details of his wounds, noting the hint of red around his scleras. 

“I am worried I tore some stitches.” That much was true, but be elected to leave out the part where he’s the one that did so himself with a pair of scissors and a towel between his teeth.

Anything to see you.

His heart nearly leapt out of his chest as you lifted his shirt, delicate fingers tracing the bandage placed over his torn stitches as you did your best to hide your wandering eyes roaming over his muscular abdomen, taking in every inch of hard flesh and every scar that decorated his skin. 

But he knew.

He absolutely knew. 

Over time you began to share stolen glances, more exchanges outside of work as he went out of his way to speak to you. You indulged him when he asked you silly questions about your childhood, learning about your culture and life growing up, truly wanting to understand who you were.

Understanding who the love of his life was. 

When he invited you out for drinks the first time you gladly accepted, sharing his stories of his time in KorTac as you listened intently, hanging on to every word with every glass of alcohol shared between you two. He laid down the charm, the alcohol in his system boosting his arrogance as you watched him with those pretty eyes of yours. 

He was reeling you in ever so slowly.

He twitched as you removed the bandage, fresh blood left on the fabric as you hum at the sight before your eyes. 

Definitely torn stitches. 

“Well, I got bad news.”

Far from it.

“The stitches were undone, so I’m going to have to do a quick fix up, if that’s alright with you?”

Oh it was more than alright. 

“Only if you’re sure, doctor.”

His body trembled as you gathered your tools, the needle cleaned and the thread in place. He let out a shaky breath as you cleaned up any fresh blood around the wound, the cotton swab tickling his skin. 

“This will hurt a bit, so please bear with me.”

Anything for you.

A shock of pain and ecstasy shot through his person as the needle pierced his flesh, the thread moving along with your delicate hand, the other splayed by the gash, holding the wound closed. He nearly writhed where he sat, the blood rushing to his already half-hard length as your digits grazed along his stomach, the pleasure overpowering the pain as his chest rose and fell in a harsh rhythm. 

It was euphoric. 

More. 

He needed more.

Needed you to dig yourself inside of him and reside in his body as your new home. 

Needed to overflow your insides with his essence. 

Needed to bury himself inside you so deep that you could feel him wherever you walked. 

His bottom lip found itself wedged between his teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood as his fantasies ran amuck. 

“Sorry. Almost there.” 

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, suddenly aware how close your face was to his full and heavy cock threatening to tear a hole through his pants as he imagined you on your knees, your lips stretched as they wrapped around his weeping tip and moaning around him as he guided your head the way he wanted. He could cum just by the sound of your sweet and angelic voice. 

It was agony.

You were so close and yet so far. In due time, he told himself. 

“Aaand done.” His mind was fuzzy, clouded by the way he throbbed underneath his trousers, hips jerking and abs twitching subtly as you replaced his old bandages with new ones. Though, he forced himself to steady his racing heart, thinking about his next move as he stands on shaky feet, licking his lips and tasting iron on his tongue. He imagined how pretty you’d look covered in his blood. 

“Danke, schatz. You always know how to take care of me.”

He smiles with his eyes, hiding the borderline delirium behind the icy blues as he slipped his gear back on and watched you clean your station. 

So pretty. 

“Of course! Just be careful okay? Take it easy. Doctor’s orders.” You said with a bright smile and a wink that made him weak in the knees. 

He gave you a nod.

Anything for his engel. 

He walked out of your office with his head held high, chest puffed out as he made his way out of the medical wing to return to his duties. 

But first, he had an issue to take care of.

The door of his private quarters clicked shut, cutting him off from the outside world as he struggled to focus with the heat between his legs. The self restraint he practiced everyday because of you was borderline lunacy. 

Watching you interact with others made his blood boil, but he knew he had to play this game carefully. 

You were incredibly friendly with everyone, and as much as he loved that, he hated the way the others looked at you.

Hunger. 

Want.

Desire. 

Only he could look at you in such a way. 

But he forgave you for you knew not of his claim for you. 

There were moments where you would flutter your lashes at him, place an arm against his bicep, even glance at him while he sweat at the on base gymnasium, doing his best to flex and show off what you owned in front of others, earning him that ethereal smile of yours.

Moments where he'd flirt with you and you'd smile. 

Moments where you'd light up when he brought you something from a mission.

Moments where you shared friendly banter in your personal office in the med bay, your eyes shining with mischief and something more when you looked at him.

He knew.

Behind closed doors you would never see the way he learned your work schedule.

Where you hung out.

Who you hung out with. 

It was all to make sure you were safe after all.  

With the click of a lock, he made his way to his bedroom and dug through his night stand to search for one of his most prized possessions. His glove made contact with the silk fabric, a sly grin on his face and eyes lidded. 

Your panties. 

How long has it been since he’s filled his lungs with your scent?

Replaced the oxygen in his body with your essence and sent him to seventh heaven? 

Three days too long. 

He tosses his helmet and gear off to the side, quickly undressing himself and laying back onto his bed, the fresh bandage on full display as a reminder of your touch on his skin. He frees himself of his boxers, the blood rushing straight to his nether as he slipped the lacy fabric underneath his hood and pressed it to his nose. 

Another dosage. 

Another fix. 

“Fuck.” He bites down on the fabric as his now bare hand smears a bead of pre on the sensitive tip, his breathing labored as he takes in your scent. 

He was pathetic.

So utterly submissive for you.

How he wishes he could inject you into his veins. A glob of spit covered his palm, now returning to fist himself with haste as he chased his release, his imagination bursting at the seams of the memory of your hands on his body. 

You were so much smaller than he was.

He could toss you around if he wanted to. 

He twitched in his hand. 

Could manhandle you, could pin your hands above your head with one hand. Could pick you up and fuck you in the air if he wanted to. 

His hips jerked. 

Could trap your body beneath him as he filled you up to the brim with his babies. 

“Oh gods.” 

The pressure bubbled beneath his belly as he pictured you on top of him, his hips bucking upwards as he imagined pistoning inside of you, forcing your body to bounce up and down and up and down and u p  a n d  d o w n— 

“Mein Liebling, please.” 

His heart fluttered a thousand beats per second as your panties now found itself caught between his hand and his cock, his juices leaking onto the fabric, mixing his and yours together as his other hand reached for the wound, his fingers applying pressure around it and hissing from the fresh pain. But nothing was more painful than being away from you. The distance and time spent apart was unbearable. 

You were meant to be with him. 

To be in his bed. 

To be with him wherever he goes. 

To be his little prinzessin. 

His fingers applied a bit more pressure on the wound, his eyes rolling back and his motions quickening as wet sounds echoed throughout the room. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

“Fuck, libeling fuck—!”

The coil beneath his naval snaps, ropes of cum spilling over his hand and seeping into the fabric of your undergarments. His abs twitched, his tongue poking out and licking his lips as he floated down from his peak. 

But the usual relief wasn’t satisfying him anymore. 

The beast stirred within him, a hunger that can only be satiated by you. 

He lay back against the lumpy pillow, his mind now made up. 

He couldn’t wait any more. 

He needed you. 

And no one was going to stop him.
 

The med bay was quiet, only a few of the staff still lingering as the night was slower than usual. 

And of course, being the overachiever, you stayed to finish filling out paperwork in your office, though a knock at the door startled you, not expecting any visitors so late at night. Your hand reached for the handle, hoping to greet one of your fellow medics that is working with you during your night shift. 

However, it was anything but.

“Oh, hey König, here for an emergency check up?” 

He silently stood at the door with an ominous look in his eyes, dipping his head as he stepped through the threshold into your office once more, but something felt different about his visit this time.

Things felt… off .

There was an eeriness about him by the way he stood looking at you.

“Is everything okay?” 

Was everything okay? 

Your voice was the only thing that was keeping him grounded at the moment, driven to damn near hysteria at the silence that was his thoughts when he was alone in his private quarters.  

You were the glue that kept him pieced together, preventing him from shattering.

How blessed was he that even in the state he was in you still checked up on him to ensure he was alright? 

It's why he loved you so much. 

He settled to stand between you and the door, blocking any form of exit before he whispered out.

“Schatz, are you afraid of me?” 

His tired icy blues searched your face for any signs of falsehood, feeling as if any other response aside from the one he wanted would make him snap. 

You were slightly stunned at the question.

Why was he asking such a thing? He’s been nothing but courteous and good-hearted during your time at KorTac, going as far as to keep you company as much as possible and bring you small trinkets from his time out on missions, like a crow befriended.

Perhaps your feelings for him weren’t completely obvious, but you ensured to let him know that you were eager to see him whenever possible, using your own physical advances to leave hints of your admiration for him.

You couldn't help falling for someone so attentive and protective of you. 

He was charming, humorous and a strong leader. 

“Course not, why would I be?”

You sounded so sure, and it made his heart flutter.

You weren’t afraid of him.

Of course you weren’t!

He was there to protect you, to care for you.

To love you. 

He takes a step towards you, his boots against the floor the only sound echoing throughout the room, the air thick with knowing as his gaze softens at the sight of you. The sterile scent in the office mixed with the smell of gunpowder on his person. 

“I must confess, Liebling.”

Another step, heart pounding as he watched your features turn into one of confusion. 

Something was definitely off. 

“You are so sweet, so kind and so beautiful,”

Another step.

“You have healed me in more ways than one.” 

For every step he took you took one back until your body was met with your desk, the wood creaking as your eyes wandered between the hulking human battering ram and the door to your office, now realizing you’re both locked in.

Trapped. 

“K-König wha–” 

“You drive me fucking mad, and I can’t stop thinking about you.” 

He cut you off, his form trembled in love and adoration for you, long and strong arms now caging you in as they were placed on either side of your body. 

His eyes stared deep into yours, gaze speaking a million words and yet unable to form the proper sentences to explain how he felt about you. 

How he was captivated by your beauty. 

How he needed to be by your side.

How he wanted you to live in his skin. 

What was happening? What happened to the gentle soul that would visit you in your office all the time? This wasn’t the Colonel that you knew.

You were seeing another side of him completely out of left field. 

Something much darker, more sinister. 

And yet-

“I want you, no, I need you, schatz.” 

His eyes met yours, locking with each other as his fingers dug into the wood, tone harsh and laced with primal want.

“I would do anything for you.”

His tone was menacing, a promise that conveyed many meanings to you. The derangement in his eyes was visible, teeth gritting against each other as he waited with bated breath for your response. 

The restraint was barely chaining him down.

It was a look that you’ve only seen in movies: crazed and hungry, downright devilish but full of emotion and passion.

He was unhinged and terrifying.  

It sent a shiver down your spine. 

Was it fear? A little, but there was more beneath the surface. 

“...Anything?”

Your gentle voice spoke out once more, the soft tone like a song ringing in his ears as he sees the hint of fear in your eyes at the closer proximity.

Don't be afraid my love, please.

“Anything.” 

His hand reached up and touched your cheek, eyes lidded as he realized that you weren’t moving away. 

You truly weren’t afraid of him. 

His fingers spasmed as he held back from tangling them in your hair to pull you into a kiss.

Your own heart pounded erratically as you were now suddenly aware of the situation at hand. 

His eyes were bloodshot, twitching and calculating. There was a coldness to them, but not the same one you saw when he spoke with his men, but as if he was being careful with the way he spoke, restraining himself. 

You've only seen a few of these situations in your line of work, knowing that any wrong move could send anyone with such symptoms into a frenzy.

Insanity.

Pure, unadulterated insanity. 

But was it so wrong to indulge in his fantasies? In your fantasies? 

Though, you had to tread carefully as his thumb caressed your cheek, the touch both hot and cold as the Colonel's eye twitched. 

You knew what he was capable of, but somehow, you still trusted him.

“Let me see you.” 

His eyes widened, the request being one he wasn’t expecting. The mask was the one thing that gave him safety, a curtain to block out the world. 

It was a part of him, taking it wherever he went to hide the reflection of the horrors of war and the years of torture out in the battlefield.

He let out a shaky breath. 

He did say anything .

His hand pulled away from your cheek, fingers pinching the bottom of his hood and lifting the fabric over his face slowly, revealing his sharp jawline, scarred features, arched nose and hair tied up in a bun. 

Your breath was stolen at the gorgeous sight before your eyes, the masked man no longer hidden. The man that moved your heart. 

A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, the veins in his neck bulging as he watched your eyes memorize every flaw on his scarred features. 

But you smiled, a sight that would send him into overdrive as usual, but this time you were both alone and trapped between him and your desk, a sight that would warrant concern for others, but the way you looked at him made him mad with desire as a wide grin twitched onto his lips. 

“You’re so…handsome.” 

He could combust where he stands as he feels your delicate hands roam over his skin once more. His pupils were blown wide, hands shaking as the effect he had on you was now displayed in full force.

You weren’t running, weren’t screaming for help. 

He had you. 

He won. 

His lips crashed onto yours, his hands now roaming over your form and groping your soft body, fingers digging into your clothing and drinking in all of your sounds. All logic had been tossed out the window and lost into the wind as he felt you melt into his touch. 

“Wait, we can’t we’re–mmphf!” 

He kissed you deeply once more, his tongue dancing with yours as his mind was fuzzy, fingers working swiftly to strip you down to your bra and panties, ignoring your protest as he was now lost into the spiral of madness in his love for you. 

You belonged to him.  

In a show of strength he lifts you up with ease and sets you on top of the desk, sweeping away the paper and pencils to clear the space. The kiss was broken, leaving you both panting messes and his body trembling as his eyes roamed over the sight of your form, taking every second possible to memorize the perfect art piece that sat in front of him.

He’d murder anyone that would dare even look at you the wrong way.

“So perfect mein Engel.” 

A gasp escapes your lips as his large hands cup your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your bra and his knee pushed between your legs, rubbing against your clothed cunt. The small and soft whimpers escaping you went straight to his cock, the blood rushing viciously as he saw you struggle to contain your sounds.

You both really shouldn’t be doing this here, the possibility of being caught by another coworker was high but his hands on your body clouded your moral compass and judgment. 

However, you spent many nights dreaming about moments like this, but the aggression and dominance was something that you never imagined you could witness first hand, and you knew that there was a jumble of steps you skipped to get to this stage.

Yet it all felt too good to pass up.

“Please, let me make you mine.”

Without warning you were laid back on the desk, panties pushed aside as he slipped two thick fingers into your tight heat, the stretch sending waves of pleasure through your body as he knelt down in front of you, his own tongue licking a stripe up your sopping pussy and swirling around your sensitive clit.

You dripped down his chin, your juices sweeter than nectar. 

Sweet ambrosia.

He could drown in your wet cunt for days.

“You’ve haunted my dreams for so long, mein Liebling.” His fingers curled deep within your walls as he freed his cock once more, the reality of him finally being able to slide into you sending his mind into a frenzy as he strokes himself to his full length, dipping his tongue inside your pussy along with his fingers.

He groaned as you clenched around his digits, your body adjusting easily as he pumped them into you in a rushed yet steady rhythm, now sucking your sensitive bundle of nerves to prep you to take his heavy cock. 

It took every ounce of strength and patience to not bury himself in you right then and there.

“A-Ah König ngh–!”

König let out a soft growl at your voice, an animalistic feeling stirring deep within his belly as your body squirmed on the wooden furniture.

He didn’t miss the way your face flushed in embarrassment, attempting to hide in your arm but he simply stood up and kissed you once more, the mixture of your juices and the taste of your lips quenching his dying thirst for you as he groaned into your mouth.

This was all his doing.

No one else could make you feel the way he did.

Fire filled his veins with every moment your body succumbed to his touch, your bodies tangling with each other in your private space.

His body on top of yours wasn’t enough.

Your juices spilling down his wrist wasn't enough. 

He couldn’t wait any longer, his mind screaming at him to claim you in your own space that was his place of safety away from the world. 

All you needed was him. 

He settled your ankles over his shoulders, drunk off of the way your lips parted and how your eyes were glossed over. 

He lined himself up and covered himself in your juices, sliding in ever so slowly as your nails dug into his wrist, pushing deeper and deeper as strands of hair fell in front of his eyes. 

He choked out as he pushed to the hilt as he bit down on your ankle, fingers digging into your thighs with brute strength as you placed a hand over your mouth to prevent any loud whimpers and moans from escaping.

No amount of time spent in solitude with his own hand could ever bring him as much pleasure as now with his cock deep inside you, how your walls clenched and fluttered around him. 

But nothing prepared him for the way you smiled underneath him. 

How you reached up to pull him in for another kiss.

How your legs trembled with every thrust.

How your nails dug into his arms and nearly screamed out in pleasure when he pushed down onto your stomach. 

This is where you both belonged. 

Two souls merging into one singular entity.

Bodies tangled in each other.

In love. 

Together. 

Mine.

Mine mine mine mine –

With one final thrust he spills inside you, thick ropes of cum filling you to the brim as he seals the night with a final kiss, your walls milking him for all that he was worth as his dick was snug inside.

He held back a maniacal grin as his head dipped to the juncture between your neck and shoulder and biting down on your flesh, letting out a soft whine as your clench around him, his canines piercing your skin and tasting your blood on his lips, the crimson staining his teeth.

His seed filled your womb, painting your walls white with his essence. 

Claiming you. 

Now completely belonging to him in every which way.

He nips your ear lobe with a wide smile tugging at his lips, his hand placed over your stomach, fingers grazing over the spot where your womb was nestled in your body, picturing the possibility of your body nurturing his future offspring. 

No matter.

He’d take care of you from now on.

You’d never need anyone else. 

You were his.

Always has been, always will.

“ Mein .”