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'To Whom The Bells toll' pt5.

Heyyyy, umm yeah this is just gonna be utter rough smut so..uhh yeah enjoy.

Warnings: lots and lots of degrading, marking and bites, and a very very sexy König.

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Being a commander of your own squadron was supposed to be fully an honor of that alone. Your job was to make sure the mission got completed and your team was alive. And if anyone got in your way in or off the battle grounds of war far, to them down...

But here you were, getting fucked by a literal fucking mountain. The only mountain here....

He was rough, no doubt, poor you, he had already made you cum more times than your dazed mind could count as you got cock drunk. Your body littered with bites, hickies and dark hand marks left by him on your hips that were now gripped in his steel hands.... that he so generously inflicted on you.

Now he had you bent over the bare desk he had just so recently caressed you and spoke such soft words on. Behind, spewing such vile words to you.

"Say it. Say it to me. Say you're fucking mine. Only mine." König taunted and moaned, pulling your hips back against his rut even harder, Words couldn't even begin to form from how mercilessly he was fucking you, slamming his cock into you repeatedly. Almost knocking the wind right out of you.

"Im....nmmmmh...yours..." Breathless words. Almost inconphresible, finally rung in his ears like a beautiful symphony. Just what he wanted, just what he craved from your bruised and sweaty body. Sure, you left a marks on his back, clawed in desperation and hickies Trailing down from his belly button down to his cock that he slammed repeatedly into you.

His face was now next to your ear, chest pressed against your back, and both of his big hands placed over yours. Almost as if he was apologizing for the marks he had left on you.

But you both knew he wasn't sorry.

The thrill of seeing your eyes glossy with overestimated tears and glazed lust dulled gaze was enough to make him go mad. The snaps of his hips slowed a bit as he spoke, " so good...so behaved for me maus.."

Cooing at you as he chuckled at your whines against his movements, taking one of your hands into his grip, he then trailed down to your lower abdomen, wincing at the soreness as your grazed the marks he left down there, and you felt the bulge of his cock disappearing and appearing again as he thrusted into you.

"Nmmm, feel that maus ? Your taking me so well....so behaved for me..."

If he wasn't pounding into you, his words could've been mistaken for gentle... loving even. The desk you were bent over was starting to creak at his movements. Its condition of being old was obviously showing.

You cried out as he nipped at your back again, clearly going for another mark as he full-fledged a harsh bite onto your skin. Marks already littered your body. One more couldn't hurt, right? Oh, but it did... badly.

It stung as he kissed with a cooing mutter, previously clinging to the warmth your skin gave on the tip of his tongue.

The way he'd hurt and then praise drove you crazy. A mark, then a kiss. A hiss of words and then a coo of words. One right over the other over and over again. He wanted to break you down and build you all the way back up again until you where only his...his alone.

His pace was back again and hard. Powerful even. "F-fuck König pplease!" Your plead was almost like music to his ears as he continued. And you both knew you weren't walking out of here with anything sort than satisfied.

He took great pleasure in seeing how your body reacted to his words, trembling legs barely holding you upright, hands gripping the edges of the desk with such an urgency and for dear life,your voice cracking from how loud you were making such lewd noises: it was an utterly perfect sight to behold.

You could feel your stomach starting to coil and burn. Another orgasm was going to shudder through your tired body, and König wasn't showing signs of stopping. He panted, huffed, and groaned as he gripped your hips, nails digging into your tender skin. Feeling you tighten around his dick made him want to go harder and deeper into you.

"F-fuck...mhnnnn.. K-könig I'm gonna..." You whispered and whimpered, half excited and half afraid of how hard your next orgasm was going to be.

"Awwww for me? You feel so good, Maus..." He purred, talking to you as if you were a crying baby. A taunting pout could be heard in his voice as he spoke to you, suddenly flipping you over onto your back, quickly hooking his hands under your knees and pushing them to your shoulders.

"Look at you. Such a fucking mess."

You felt like you were floating, stars danced in your teary, blurry vision, it felt like he was going to break you In half with his cock. Another orgasm raked through your body, and God did it hurt.

You were so sore..so tired... so sensitive..

König smiled to you as he heard you whimper and gaps beneath his grip, holding you there as you shuddered against him as you clamped around his dick. You desperately tried to catch your breath, his tongue clicked, and he grabbed your chin to force you to look at him. "Maus.." He kissed you, chuckling at your whines of desperation to him. Slowly, he pulled out of you, making you feel terribly empty but relieved to catch your breath.

He didn't like how quickly you relaxed, how comfortably you looked. Did you forget what he just did to you? Not even a single 'thank you' uttered from your lips? No, no, he couldn't have that. To think König was going to give you a chance to catch your breath.

"Sit up,get on your knees now. "

It sounded like a growl rumbled in his chest as he moved away from you to sit on a swivel chair, making the air around you feel cold.

Shit. Was he mad? He definitely sounded mad.

Once you got on your knees, in front of him, obviously nervous to hear from him what you did wrong, you heard his tongue click again.

"When I tell you to do something, Maus." His hand found its way to grip your chin again, making you face him head on, mere inches from your own face. Watching your face go doe like.

"You say, yes sir..understand?"

In any other time, you'd have whammed him in the face or made him scrub the shit out of toilets. But now. Now you where his. Maus...a mouse to him with those Catlike eyes...

Lord's he was sexy when he was mad. Thick eyebrows, hooded lids, burning eyes staring down at you with such power and control. Hell, you had half the mind to disobey him, just to see him more riled up. But then again, you didn't have the energy for it.

"Awnser me."

The grip on your face tightened. Ah. You realized you were staring. "Yes, sir.." you muttered.. looking away from his glowering eyes. Your face was staring to feel warm from all of this eye contact.

Oh but he couldn't have that.

"What was that Maus. Speak up."

His gaze narrowed as he spoke, daring you to pull that stunt again, all the more reason to keep his promise with you that started all of this, to make you cry. He'd go all night if he had to, just to see you break down in front of him. of course, Human bodies had their limits.

How he wondered how far yours could go.

"Y-yesir!" You yelped. The taste of want in your breath made him praise you. "Good... very good." His grip then traveled to the tip of your head, entangling itself with your hair gently. He leaned back into the chair, guiding you to his still very hard on.

"Put a show on for me, Maus."

His eyes swirled with such want and lust, such an overbearing crave for you to pleasure him, to give him what he wanted and more came in such overbearing waves. And who where you to tell a gentlemen no?

The head of his dick prodded your lips, willingly you to open them and take him in your mouth. As you did so, he sighed softly, his hand bobbing with the rhythm of your head.

"Hmm..that's it...take it maus..." He said, not being shy to push your head down further. The smirk on his face could've snapped his face in half when he saw you choke, his hips jerked upwards when he felt the tip of his head prod the back of your throat. Throwing his head back, groaning and mumbling as both of his hands now held you there to keep you still as he practically face fucked you.

Tears squeezed from your now clamped shut eyes, trying to take his length as best as you could. It was hard to catch your breath when something was being shoved down your throat every other second. Still, it was so...exciting.. Having his bigs hands holding you in place as he had his way with you. Moaning, panting, degrading, complimenting...

It turned you on...

You whine on his dick, causing him to look down at you with hooded eyes..

"Dirty.."And with a click of his tongue he jerked his hips up into your throat as a tease to your shuddering figure.

Now, the rock of his hips was slower, more so grinding than thrusting. He didn't want to ruin such a delicious treat by Cumming so fast. He wanted to see more of your tears as you struggled to take his length, he though you looked so pretty with those wide teary doe eyes.

You could feel the grip on your hair somehow tighten as he panted heavier now, his hips stuttering and rythym turning frantic, Königs moans were raspy and deep as they got louder.. good thing these walls where sound proofed...

One thrust. A second. A third snap of his hips finally gave him what he wanted, "fuckfuck, oh baby, please!" He said in one breath, not being able to prevent his legs from slightly shaking while the orgasm took over his senses. He had whined...begged... even if it was a mindless babel of words he had done it notheless.

You had no choice but to swallow his load since he didn't let up with his hold on you. Soft praises left his lips, as he watched you, his cock slowly going in and out of his mouth, not hitting the back of your mouth anymore, until it eventually slid out altogether.

Coughs and gasps filled the room, immediately coming from you as your head dropped down in exhaustion. So beautiful. Such a perfect mess for him. Sitting right in between his outspread legs.

Again, he grabbed your chin to make you look at him, both of your eyes where half lidded, one of exhaustion. The other of lust.

"Aw maus, don't look so relieved. We aren't done yet, I still haven't made you cry~" He spoke in a sing-song voice, eyes burning brighter than ever. Not a single ounce of tiredness possed his body. Infact, he was more energetic than anything

Shit.

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