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“Crazy girls?”The Austrian soldier’s eyes narrowed in concentration, amused at the question you hurled at him. His scary mask was lifted up to just above the tip of his slightly crooked nose, exposing a stubble chin and a scar across his lips, pressed around a lit Marlboro red cigarette and tightly held between two large fingers nicked with faded cuts.You grinned up at him, pondering on your words with an exhale of generous smoke into the cold air of the ber months. He leans back against the brick wall of the shitty pub at the edge of town, a hotspot for reeling in esoteric and wacky people from all walks of life. It was almost midnight, a few street lights lit the poorer side of town, save for another few ominously flickering from the lack of care over the years.You tend to come here regularly but tonight you did not expect a man the size of a bear to be in your path today — that opened up a new source of entertainment for you.“You seem to be the type who's into crazy girls.”You repeated your blunt statement as he handed the lit stick back to you temporarily, another chuckle from the chest can be heard from the man that towered above everyone like a Leviathan, making every guy back in the building look like a fucking toddler compared to him. As if just existing immediately invalidated their own masculinity.He already looked menacing based on his height alone and to add that rough dark green hood with lines down the eye holes on his head made him look like an executioner from hell.Every one in the room would have laughed at him and even the jolly owner of the pub would be publicly shaming him for being an edgelord with that stupid hood.Of course, no one would dare incite his anger if he looked like he could break a grown man’s spine on his knee in one clean swoop. Even the environment back inside stilled when König first entered, stiff and dark as the man that exuded many warnings stepped foot in the establishment with steely blue eyes and an unreadable intention.You take your own delicious drag from the cancer stick, smiling when you hear him laugh.König snorted and shook his head, a grin splits his lips wide open to reveal surprisingly perfect teeth (or maybe he is just using dentures).Danger glinted like the blade of a knife under light in his blue eyes as they flicked towards you, as if calculating if he can eat you in one single bite.“I guess you could say that.”He hummed with a thick Austrian accent, you silently offered him the almost dying cigarette and he accepted, his large hand looked like a beast’s reaching out to pluck it out of your small dainty fingers. The two of you sharing the same stick for god knows why and how, just a town girl and a soldier reveling in the presence of each other.The smell of cigarettes and his cheap cologne that barely masked the scent of his sweat made for a rather potent mix of musk that caused your head to swim in it — the holy grail of man smell, only described in outdated romance books your mother had let you read without even checking the contents within them.This was akin to finding an actual leprechaun at the end of a rainbow. Fucking amazing.You controlled yourself from leaning in closer to him, even if you and König are currently buddy-buddy, it is still best to keep a safe distance from him.“A lot of them were fucking insane during my my stays back in Europe and the States. Hm, looking back now, they're obviously my type.”He trailed off, making you arch a brow at this enigma of a man. Now interested in stories of a soldier and his romantic adventures across the globe.“One had a secret camera in the hotel we fucked in, another threatened to kill herself then me if I cancelled a date we had, the last friends with benefits I had ended up stalking me for four months and contacted my superiors to find out where I was located so she'd personally fly over to me and well…”He grinned like a madman, a slight flushed color on his cheeks before he pulled his hood down and threw the butt of the cigarette on the ground, stomping it with his large military boot.“You can guess what she wanted to do with me.”König’s eyes smiled and you soaked up his story so intently you felt a pang of warmth in between your thighs from the excitement dripping out of his words and the absurdity of what he said. You shudder and press your legs a bit tighter, arousal coiling within your body.You knew the reason why but if you indulged in it a bit more then you might have to leave if the hotness overwhelmed you.The two of you talked as if it was about the weather, no one was eavesdropping and if they were, they wouldn't really care. This was the place where everyone didn't meddle into each other's businesses, get drunk, and get stupid (unless of course if one were to order an angel shot, the regulars would band together and the owner himself would take out a shotgun instead of doing it like how the law intended but that is how it works in this town.)Your late mother warned you about men like him, imposing yet dangerous — her words sounded like bullshit at the time from her massless and constant nagging but now you feel a sense of luck and fear to actually meet the behemoth from your mother’s stories.Giddiness twinkled in those deranged eyes as he reminisced those moments and you were also as interested, squeezing the hem of your top to quell anymore thoughts from exciting you further.“You weren't scared for your life at all?”“No, it was the opposite actually, it turned me on at the idea of having those women throw out their morality compasses for me, doing anything in their power to pull me back to their life.”He continued and that dangerous glint never disappeared from his eyes, calculative and ominous.“It aroused me to have such an effect on them.”Wetness seeped in your underwear but you pushed his words aside with a delighted snort, “You give your dick way too much credit.”“Oh, Liebling, it's not just my dick. I'm a fucking magnet for crazy bitches, they are the ones who keep approaching me.”The nickname sent elation through you (because it is the only German word you understood) and you could not help but smile wider, warmth pooled southwards and up to your cheeks, bringing a cute redness towards your face.He looks satisfied with the moment of innocence, a hidden smirk placed underneath his hood but you can never tell what he is truly thinking about — ways on how to take advantage of the situation, probably.It is inevitable, having a small town girl around a man built like someone who could singlehandedly topple empires. Many unsavory possibilities circling your mind.You can not tell if you were fearful or excited.“Then you must be one very lucky man.”You murmur and sigh.“Oh, definitely… Why did you ask the question?”Nervousness hollowed out your body, the same feeling you felt when you were caught doing something wrong by your mother.“You seem like you know how to hide a body.”You blurted, pulling the fabric away from your true intentions.You did not know why you felt like you could trust him with this, he just had that same demented look in his eyes that you had in your heart.It takes one to know one.König couldn't hide another snort from his throat, coughing slightly in surprise. He sounded so stupid, almost like a pig but oddly enough that ugliness added to his charm.“I know many ways…”His eyes narrowed and you can sense a large grin with only teeth forming under the fabric of his hood.“One way is to dismember the body into multiple pieces and hide it at different locations, another is to dissolve the whole body in a metal drum filled with acid, third way is to dump the body in a lake and lastly the easiest way is to point fingers at someone else.”You bit your lip and he caught your cute surprised gasp, shoving it into a metaphorical glass jar in his mind for safe keeping.“You sound like an expert.”You teased and he rolled his eyes.“You've still got a pretty head on your shoulders and a heart that hasn't lost all its innocence, which way do you want to truly swing, Maus?”König asked, leaning in closer to you — your fight or flight responses kicking in as the dangerous man made an effort to cut the distance between you.Your mother's old teachings blared in your ears again but you stayed put, hiding a soft whimper when his hand reached out to tilt your chin up to make you stare eye to eye with him.“Would you set yourself up for a path of moral retardation or would you like to have it done and dusted without further staining your pretty hands?König enjoyed the way you squirmed in his grasp, fighting all instinct to flee from him.“Consider the latter a favor from me, I know a lot of people who can get the job done.”You gulped at his words and your eyelids drooped over your eyes in a sort of sexy manner that all women did towards him (intentional or not) — bedroom eyes that signified the wanton effect König tended to drive his temporary lovers into.“Whichever makes you want to stay another night here.”You whispered to him despite the fear curling in your bones and the phantom of your dead mother screaming at her baby girl to get away from the dangerous man.You kept your feet planted to the ground.König gripped your chin a little tighter, eliciting a surprised tiny whimper when he leaned in a little lower, pushing his mask up to his upper lip and licking at your bottom lip.Your face flushed a deeper red, your eyes widened and your heart raced. The short moment igniting a fire within your loins, threatening your knees to buckle under your weight.“I see, Schatz.”He smirked.“I was never given a kit on how to create a crazy girl but you're eager to learn, no?”König groaned, very, very pleased with the way tonight is headed.“Let's go take a quick stop at the hardware store, Maus. I wish we could indulge in my favorite method but I can't risk looking suspicious now…”‘Death’ cackled, swiping your glistening lip with a gloved and thick thumb.“Don't worry, this can help train your strength when you need to prop yourself up on your arms.”You let out a surprised yelp, immediately understanding what he is trying to insinuate.“Don't give me that harebrained look, Schatz. What were you expecting when you started asking odd questions about my tastes then proceeded to follow it up by asking for my help in hiding a body?”His hand trailed lower to your neck before giving it a soft squeeze, turning you into a flustered and adorable mess. He thought you looked so fucking delicious, his hand fit your neck perfectly he can even imagine how you would feel and look underneath him.Someone would not even think twice about you having the same nature as König.Your eyelids drooped again and you smiled, the fear dissipating into arousal and the guilt washing away as your mother’s voice faded into nothing. That angry and scared woman now an insignificant pest shoved into a lock box within your mind.König runs the pad of his thumb down your jugular vein, feeling you shudder while he looks like he is mapping out which spot is best for him to bite down.For a second, he is in his own element, concentrated eyes gliding up and down the vein and you can imagine him being able to conjure up many ways to hurt you but not enough to kill you.You let out a shaky sigh at the idea, swallowing the saliva collecting in your throat. Pushing the scenario away.His scent grew stronger and you start to feel dizzy, heady with the potency of cigarettes and man sweat. Why is something that is supposed to be so disgusting turn you on?“I just figured you might want a little excitement for your time here, get to know a local in this nowhere town, let her take you sight seeing.”You purred and he squeezed your neck with a bit more pressure, hearing you gently gasp as he cut off your air. Your eyes popping out as you stare at him with a slack jaw.You thought you pissed him off until his gaze softened.“We only know each other for an hour but I believe we have a connection somewhere.”König agreed and you gently pulled his hand around your neck slowly, squeezing his wrist with your puny strength.He chuckles, knowing you would not be able to fight back and defend yourself properly if he were ever to claim you like an animal and that thought stirred a deep primal thought in his head.He takes your easily crushable hands and squeezes them in his, as if to remind you of how powerless you are — warning you that once you let him in your life further, there will be consequences.“We can bond better through the little activity I proposed.”You said with a soft voice, as if hiding a body was equivalent to a movie night.Like an idiot or a thrill seeker, maybe you were even both, you opened up the door and let the gnarly beast inside.This does not mean that you are already friends with him.König follows behind when you pull him towards a direction with twisted joy twinkling in your eyes while there is no smile on his lips, trailing behind you like death with a scythe.
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The town was placed inside a bed of forests since its inception almost a hundred years ago, like a donut hollowed out in the middle as mankind became its cream pressed in between nature. The grand forest breathed deeply, outnumbering the bowl of humanity even as they seeped outwards from the inside to make their own homes.Tucked away like a nucleus inside of a cell. The trees acted as the membrane that cocooned mankind.This nowhere town located far away from the heart of the country was your precious home, with a humble population of less than a thousand people, everyone pretty much knew everyone. It was a boring yet quaint town, one that ran more on tradition as older relatives retired here while the young ones got out of the rural nest, into the big city that replaced its stars with city lights and never came back unless it's the holidays.You stayed though, considered the odd one out of your batch of graduates who chose home instead of opportunities and the possibility of becoming rich despite your mother telling you to make a name for yourself and forget about this little town, you came back like a boomerang even though the grass was greener on the other side.The volume of her yelling never ceased even at the ripe age of 65, her anger was still as bright as a flame, you remembered the first memory of her imploding at you when you were younger, screams and all — that was the only childhood memory you could recall so vividly, maybe that was the first time she had gotten mad at you too.You can recall the pitch and volume of her yelling more than any other song.But as spiteful as she was, stubborn as you were. It was a layer of yourself she gave up peeling away as she grew to her senior years. It annoyed her to have you be so hard headed and for her to slowly lose the authority and fear she held over you.Even as she aged, she was still as spiteful, as if nothing but pure hatred replaced her blood when your dad ran away with a woman ten years younger than her.These thoughts wormed its way into your mind as you looked up at the tree line, standing like giants amidst a starless night, towering over you like König.Where were you?Oh, right.The town.Especially the forest surrounding what you called home.It had perfect little spots underneath aged trees and thick shrubbery, spots that people would never expect or never disturb because of how little the townspeople interacted with the forest.Older folks used to tell stories of man-eating beasts and ghouls that kidnapped children who strayed too far from the street lights, these were stories your mom used to keep you at home away from the real world but in reality the scariest thing lurking under the lush leaves are a couple of junkies leaving needles and litter around. Despite the local homeless and druggies using the forest as refuge, it still remained mostly untouched due to its grand circumference and the lack of roads cutting through it and towards the town.The greenery never really being bothered opened up a perfect opportunity for you and König but it also gave you quite the workout, you never expected to have it need more elbow grease than needed but thankfully your Clyde was there to help you dig up holes for every shittily dismembered piece before filling it up again. The whole job took three hours and two crazy inhumane individuals.Driving around town was included in those three hours, an unexpected joy ride in the forest while having avoided the edges of sleeping civilization. Soaked in the disgusting metallic blood and sweat yet wafted a potent aroma that made König’s little friend stay up.Bastard didn't hide it either, made sure to show it off as the two of you worked around the town, reminding you of the agreement after this whole thing was done. Maybe he was a necrophile or he's got really a good fucking sense of self-control (hell, maybe he's both.)Then it happened, expectedly. König ‘rewarded’ you very handsomely and very generously with some good, hard and long soldier dick rearranging your insides.
“König!”
You cried out, arching your back to meet him as he hurriedly pushed in and out of your wet cunt squelching with every thrust back inside of you. The whole nine yards being stuffed inside of your tiny hole. The size difference was almost comical, attributing to you looking like a ragdoll being manhandled for König’s selfish interests. Angry thing swallowed up so easily inside of you.
“So fucking tight, Schatz!”
He growled, fucking back into you with fervor you have never experienced in a man before. As if he was not hauling ass and sweating bullets digging up holes, carrying some industrial power tools and pulling a corpse to and fro from its last resting spot.
“I'm gonna cum again!—”
You whimpered in a rushed tone, your dirtied fingernails from the job clawing to the plush of the car seat and leaving lines of soil against the fabric. You sobbed, your legs trembling on his biceps as he fucked you stupid like a rabbit in heat. His cock bullying your poor pussy to get you to memorize the shape of him so you don't forget this night so easily.
What a fucked up date night it was, so damn cute to be spending time sawing a decomposing corpse up together while taking a joyride with it around town. It would have almost been adorable not for the normalization of what had occurred.
In another life, without the body, that would have been seen as a sweet bonding moment between two people.
“Do it, cum right in front of the head of your victim, you goddamn degenerate!”
He encouraged you, the increments of each wet slap of skin against skin decreasing. König rushed to slam you into a train headed straight towards pleasure town.
Stars dotted your eyes as blackness swamped your vision for a second. You were an insatiable screaming mess, crying and whining into the forest air where the only witnesses were the great oak trees that stood here even before the era of the town. Your eyes glazed with tears while König’s features were shadowed by the lack of light permeating through the branches yet he held a look akin to that of a predator who had managed to grab its food in the silent forest.
The apex predator of the trees, the Leviathan of the deep sea.
Yet it oddly sparked arousal within your loins, to be faced with the idea of the monster you toyed around in your mind.
The man between your legs pressed down on your pelvis with a large hand, easily pushing your sweet spot closer to him. His cock runs with much more pressure against your g-spot making you immediately come undone with no warning, causing you to gasp and writhe. You were writhing like a dying fish in his hands while he fucked you mid-orgasm, causing the electricity to burn into your nerves.
You coated his dick with a fresh layer of slick, your cunt sucking him in further as your muscles spasmed from the shocks of your climax. You pulsate deliciously around the fat member invading your pussy.
“That's my good girl Schatz! My precious… My lovely little Schatz.”
König groaned, praising you in unfiltered tones. He decides to slow down for a bit, halting to a manageable pace, grinding his hips against yours.
Your mind blanks from the tipping pleasure nonetheless, you were grateful for what he has given you but he definitely filled your cup above the brim. Every neuron in your brain is tingling from the sensations of rough, rowdy animalistic sex. Sweat and cum clings to the softness of your thighs.
It was quite a sight to see, it even has massive potential to become a popular video in Pornhub—‘Curvaceous Babe Gets Railed in the Backseat Car by a Muscular Large Masked Soldier in a Large Forest.’
People love women, people love vaginal sex, people love masked men and people love the outdoors. This moment is the perfect cocktail for the gooners and the addicts out there.
“You feel so fucking good when you come undone around me, meine süße Mörderin.”
König’s voice wavered when he grunted out the last part, feeling your cunt squeeze him in response to the random strings of German that felt like sweet little treats to your ears. His thick accent paired with his voice made for some great ear candy.
“Oh? Do you like that? Like it when I call you pet names in German? Dumme Schlampe.”
König purred with satisfaction, hips pulling away from you.
“Please—”
He then snaps back inside, speeding up and folding your legs to your chest. You have probably scared all the animals away with your unrestrained moans but you would bet your lunch some hobo was jerking off to your noises.
The new position left you helpless to his advances at this point, resigning to becoming his little fuckhole by the end of the night. There was barely any fight in you if you wanted it to stop.
König was the one in charge, panting and groaning above you as he sloppily pushed in and out. He was rambling repeatedly about how good of a fuck you are. Glaring at you with narrowed eyes and spit dripping down his lips. Like a crazed dog obsessed with a single toy.
“Gonna cum inside of you, gonna fill you up so well…”
He purred before moving again. In, out, in, out, in quick strokes. Fucked you as if he hated your guts. Trying to immortalize the shape of his fat fucking cock inside of your wet, tight cunt.
You could not really protest, back arching as the effects of your powerful climax was being dragged on and on that it is now the only thing you're breathing off of. You could not stop trembling against him, whole body orgasm quivers — a first time experience for you
He thought it was cute seeing you lose control, unable to hide the spasms of your legs or the way you were clinging so desperately against the cushioning of the car seat, bloodied hands leaving dead blood imprints all over the car. It made him even hornier to see you make a mess like this, blood and cum, the two sweetest things ever.
Then you felt it, comforting yet sickening, hotness bursts inside of you before it floods you fully. You whine helplessly when he empties all of himself inside of you so carelessly, knowing he is not the type to even want kids. His cum oozed out of you like blood from a wound.
The two of you stay stationary and quiet, dirt, sweat and cum intermingling together alongside König’s scent. You sigh as the last drops of strength leave you while König stays buried inside of you, stupid dick still rubbing against your womb, slotted inside like a sword in a scabbard.
You do not ask nor talk about the darkened expression under his mask, feeling like time froze and you are left with the bits and pieces of the real man, your mind desperately trying to understand the horrors under his human skin and the unspoken darkness that substituted the humanity within his heart.
That was the memory that was pushed to the forefront of your mind when you kissed König in front of the altar, a strange sense of giddiness and horror blossomed in your heart at the idea of sharing a future with a man you barely knew yet somehow had a mutual understanding with due to the twisted nature of your psyche and his.The domestic life sadly did not really match your expectations.It got stale pretty quickly thanks to the schedule. You even underestimated how busy König would be in the real world.He was out and about in his missions, taking months to come home sometimes and also acted as if that night never happened. The mania in his eyes were gone, there was no excitement for the macabre and no interest in the gritty possibilities that opened up when you married him.It was like dating a man who had his personality juiced out of him, squeezed so violently it only left the peel. You admitted to yourself it was rather sad to see in real time.König acted like a distant yet normal husband when he was off duty and at home.You felt betrayed but not because he was distant, but because he was normal.Was this the monster you had married or the man that acted like a monster for a night?Nonetheless, you did not really complain. Mother taught you the best wife is the tolerant wife, the numb wife. Even if she is long gone now, you still keep her lessons close to your heart.You did not complain because you were used to a lot of things not going your way. You focused on the good parts, how you have obtained a comfortable life that you can retire early in, you can use your useless degree and experience after König helped you get a job as an assistant surgeon in the next town over (though he was reluctant at first but let you go for your own sake anyways) and you are married now — a distant dream your mother always talked about when you were younger.But you did not save a seat for her ashes during the reception, you know she's watching from above anyways.König seemed pleased with the arrangement between the two of you as well but it felt like the cordiality was forced. You didn't really know though, the last time you had tried to remind him about the old nature of your relationship, he became visibly upset and that made you feel bad.
‘Good wives are not the cause for their husband’s sadness, keep that in mind. It is bad to make them feel any semblance of misery. You're supposed to adjust to your husband and serve him.
Those words struck your heart when you were younger. The anger that she wore on her sleeve subsided that night and she looked weary, that piece of advice was something you can still quote word for word even after her passing.So, listening to your mother's words, you pretended to not remember that beautiful first encounter anymore just like your husband did.(Behaving like a domesticated housewife at night to tend to his needs while also working in the day time, you knew this arrangement was something not a lot of women can pull off but you like to be proud of yourself for juggling these aspects of your life almost flawlessly.)Or, maybe, that night was a lie — a distant dream that is so far from reach, now you're awake to this boring man named König, an eccentric man who kept his t-shirt hood over his head all the time.When he would come home, he would sometimes make love to you as a man and a husband rather than an animal that partook in killing just for the fun of it instead of food.Despite that, for the past two years since the marriage was officiated, there was more time spent apart than time spent together but what was more surprising was that König barely complained and you and him never fought about either side not spending enough time with the other. As if König knew to keep his distance from you or else you might go crazy from the attitude change.Love was an emotion that you could understand at its core but it is something your heart thought of as foreign — if the word love came to your mind, you thought it was a concept that is equal to obsession. The possession of one other person. Love was the invisible red string tied around both hearts, binding them together for all eternity no matter how much the red string hurts, cutting into the sensitive flesh of the heart and squeezing it dry until it turned gray from the loss of blood.That was love for you and in a way, you found your own definition as romantic.König seemed to more or less share the same idea even if he did not say it out loud, he was much more happy with the surface level label rather than the whole relationship itself. A proud man who brought his (expensive) wedding band everywhere he went to remind himself of the connection between you and him.You would have almost thought it was sweet.Almost.Nonetheless, it was radio silence on his side. König acted like a normal husband while you craved the violence, the murderous intent in his eyes, the crazed madman that now wears your husband’s skin. You had no right to voice out the problem, the elephant in the room that lingered for two years so you kept your head down like a good girl and worked to save the lives in the hospital that graciously accepted you because König pulled a few strings from behind to make it possible.Your mind grew numb to the gore at work and to the never ending dry state of the relationship, sometimes both of them overlapping within your mind like noisy silence. (Scalpel here, scissors here, anesthesia. We're losing the patient. Critical condition. The heart rate is lowering.)Something within your heart was screaming for you to seek the thrill you missed out on your whole life, the feeling of teetering around a dangerous man’s boundaries.These thoughts always wringed your brain every night, memories and the constant longing for the past two years.…Today, you came home from work covered in blood, surprising König like how he surprised you, you weren't even expecting him to be home tonight. He's still in his work uniform, hood and all, sitting on the couch and watching trash television.His once bored blue eyes now flicked towards you, making him sit up straight. König ignored the show at its peak, favoring to stare at your new ‘look’ instead.“Schatz?”He asked in a growl, narrowed eyes scrutinizing you. A remnant of the familiar darkness flickers in his expression. Eyeing you up and down like you are slathered in honey, an unexpected sweet treat.You felt a delicious shiver lick your spine at the glimpse of the beast you fell in love with.“Yes, sweetie?”The pet names rang hollow but that didn't mean he didn't feel giddy, smiling at the term of endearment under his hood. He liked the idea behind having a relationship with someone and doing lovey-dovey things together.“Didn't clean up back at the hospital, my love?”He hummed, tapping his gloved fingers on the arm rest with his eyes still undressing you, accompanying the stiff conversation with the soft beats.“Mhm, the water in the hospital wasn't working and I had no more spare clothes.”Liar.What an obvious fucking lie.“Ah, I see. Perfect timing, I was just getting ready to take a shower as well.”König sighed and slid an excuse to be with you so smoothly, standing up to his full height. Like the Tower of Babylon that casted a shadow over man.Arousal throbbed in between his pants at the sight of you covered in blood, remembering the night he had helped you dispose of the half-rotting corpse stuck in your garden bed. He wished he had seen you in action but it still excited him nonetheless to have helped you with something so perverse.“What about dinner?’You ask, almost meekly, gracefully sliding your bag down to the floor while you took small steps towards him.“Oh, you silly thing, were you intending to cook while you're covered in blood? Trying to give me a show? leckeres Fleisch...”König smiled before grabbing your hand and pulling you to the bathroom. He's impatient, aching to have his hands on you immediately. Your scent was intoxicating, a delicious mixture of sweat, iron and your unique scent — taking him back to the memory of the first night he spent with you.Paired that with the sight of you generously caked in blood? Oh, fuck, the words ‘mate’ and ‘breed’ were already pinned against your forehead and he's coming right for the bullseye before you can even blink.“I suppose so, sorry I’m kind of absent minded after the whole ordeal.”You sigh, almost innocently, giving him a tired and adorable smile.Were you acting endearing on purpose or were you dumbified by the marriage? Domesticated like a dog, he pondered.The two of you entered the bathroom, ordinary yet modern. It was posh for your standards but it was what your husband wanted.He wasted no time pulling the stained clothes off of you, following suit were your underwear, ignoring the obvious stain of arousal in the crotch of your panties for now before chucking them into the hamper placed on the corner of the bathroom.Then it was his turn to undress, revealing his muscular and large body littered with multiple battle scars, some fresh and some faded. In between his legs, his cock stood up right, blood pumping the fat thing with vigor underneath an unruly mess of pubic hair.You stared at it a bit longer than necessary before he spoke.“It's okay, Schatz, I know you did well today, considering how it looked like you swam in blood.”He muses, gazing at your beautiful body.If one were to be covered by this amount of blood, he would have asked if the patient lived or what the hell kind of operation occurred to have you be generously drizzled in blood.But he knew neither of you cared about that right now.(And he also knew you worked in hospice just to get off to your sick deranged fantasies, not to cure people.)“I have to say though, you look rather hot like this.”He murmured ominously, eyes scraping at your form and at the way you deliberately made sure to not be as protected from any foreign fluids, somehow the blood seeped underneath your clothes, leaving a sticky mess on your skin. The sight almost paralyzed him.(To hell with the potential health risks right now… You were dripping with gold and he is not passing that up.)“You think so?”You hum, shuddering when he runs a thumb down the peak of your breast, feeling your nipple pebble from his touch as he glides the finger on the dried disgusting stains.“Of course, what a precious sight.”He chuckled to himself with narrowed eyes, squeezing your bare body in different places before finally undressing himself.“I'm surprised the hospital you work at allowed you to walk out with bloodied scrubs, how unprofessional.”He commented.You just smiled at him, leading his hand to the hotness of your sex and he groans when he feels you — almost melts from your heat. He spreads apart your folds before pushing a finger to feel how wet you already are.
‘Aroused from the gore? How absolutely vile, Schatz.’
But he kept his mouth shut, gently prodding at your clenching cunt, circling the tip of his finger on to your damp entrance and feeling the evidence of your arousal. Your natural fluid makes you slippery, perfect for him to forgo the need of lube.“It's a small hospital, kind of run down.It's either that or pollute the nearby river by bathing there.”You joked.He chuckled.“I would eat you up if you entered my river, Schatz. Even if it's not your blood, you would entice me with your smell.”You huffed and grinned at him as he pulled his hand away from your legs before pushing you into the shower.König flicks open the shower head, letting it gently run in a cold lukewarm setting above your body.Before you can formally start the shower by grabbing your bottle of shampoo, he pinned you against the smooth wall, making you squeak in surprise. His intention is evident when he's scrambling to spread your legs open.“Ah-ah. Need to fuck you first, you can't not just expect a shower with me, you fucking tease.”König hissed, grabbing the fat of your thighs before effortlessly lifting you up against the wall, sweet cunt displayed for him..“Please do König, I missed you.”You sigh with a slight teasing tone, gently squeezing his broad shoulders and he rolls his eyes at your good innocent girl mask.“Not even hiding it? How shameless.”He purred, lining himself up immediately before using gravity to drag you down his cock.“Scheiss…”He growled, eyes almost rolling at the back of his head when he heard you whine and felt your cunt squeeze him at the first entry.He lifted you up again just for the tip to remain before slamming you back down his whole length, easily hoisting you like a doll. Your arms wrap around his neck and you squeal and sob, he felt your legs quiver around his body.“You just know how to entice me, you seductress.”He sighed, bouncing you on his cock. Your walls wrapped around him, deliciously keeping him inside like a vice. König enjoys the way your cunt glides against his large cock as you whimper and shake under the water, droplets dripping down your curves and further painting the scene in a porny manner.“You don't know how to use your words anymore, you just want to act like a damn brat don't you? Fucking schlampe.”He continued berating you in breathy German, the angry tone furthering your arousal as all you could speak was incoherent babbling. The water contrasts with the warmth in your pussy as his slightly angled cock grazes your g-spot every now and again.König pants in your ear, almost animalistic groans fill your mind. Maneuvering you up and down with ease, gravity helping by pulling you down hard before you're lifted up again. Your legs spread wide for easier access. The slick noises of sex echoing against the walls of the shower, making your mind clouded with a warm haze.He would have punished you right then and there but he decided why not have a bit of fun?A little chase to make things interesting.So, he kept the cage open and let you run amok, giving you a headstart for now.You don't know what he's thinking, assuming his narrow goal is to fuck you stupid like a personal sex doll. You're actually more surprised that he does not always try to crawl between your legs every time the both of you co-existed together for a short while.It's not like you hated König for everything after what had happened, you just felt disappointed by the personality shift after the wedding but kept it to yourself mostly because you did not want to know how he would react if you asked for a divorce.Even though you believed you and König stood on equal ground, there was a fearful animal part in your brain preventing you from standing up to him via prey screeching and scratching against your skull when the thought of divorcing him came to mind.Or maybe you chalked it up to the fact that you had some responsibility in accepting the proposal instead of declining him like a sane person. (Surely, a logical person would not get married to some stranger three days after meeting them but here you are.)Then again there was also the unspoken reason why you continue to be the obedient and ’domesticated’ housewife and that reason being the financial security tipping towards pure spoilage. Goddamn, does his company keep his wallet fat as fuck.Electricity shoots through your sex, spine and brain and you moan. Your voice wavering when he grinds himself into you, pushing into your sensitive spot and feeling you tighten up. You have known him long enough yet he keeps surprising you.“Fuck, Schatz!”He yelled before you descended down his cock again, crying his name out in response. Your thighs tremble around him with every slam back inside of your pussy.He sends you careening to a wonderful orgasm, head to toe, it washes over you and you sigh and cry. Causing you to cum around his cock at the same time he fills you up, hotness bursting within your womb as you try to fight the spasms that came from your climax. Your slick cunt flutters around him with every weak thrust and exploration for constant friction.At his peak, his voice always gets breathier, deeper and much more incoherent — grunts and sighs replacing words, strung with bits of German cursing here and there.You sighed, trusting König enough to hold you there until you calmed down, gasping loudly in response.“What a productive shower.”You sigh, your legs trembling but he didn't put you down yet. Your toes pointed down the ground where you hover a few inches above it. Both of you are sweaty and clinging onto each other like sticky animals in heat.“I agree.”He grinned with a teasing tone and a glint of genuine happiness, feeling you go slack around him. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck and smells the much more prominent scent of blood and sex on your body. König keeps you with him, gently rocking himself against you as the two of you calm down from each other's highs. His cum slowly oozed out of your cunt, sliding down the curve of your ass then on to the floor below.Your lips gently trace his skin, fully relaxed against his hard body. Your eyes are closed and he notices you slow your breathing.König observes your vulnerable state with narrowed eyes, anticipation building in his mind for the next days — what else would you do? What more surprises do you have in store for him?Excitement pricks at his spine and he smiles with no joy creasing in his eyes.