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ghouljams · 3 months

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I’ve never really been a Konig girly but yooooouuuuu *points trembling finger* your konig makes me fucking FERALLLLL!! ALL OF THEM!! Fae!Konig can follow me around and have my fucking children (I don’t want any), Viking! Konig can kidnap me anytime, Cowboy!Konig with his big fucking waist and his creepy little stalking habits UGH, and King!Konig can tackle me into the dirt and fuck me CRAZYY!! The way you make him so intense. I always imagine this simpering predator watching through the trees. God it’s so good. You’re so good. These King!Konig updates are having me claw at my walls.

Sorry this got a bit feral…felt like therapy getting all that horny out.

Idk what it is but king!König fucking us into the dirt is doing something to the worms in my brain... continue to be feral in my ask box it is like therapy

You should have guessed that this was a possibility. The king takes pride in being an animal, makes a point of baring his teeth before he bites, you really should know that this sort of thing isn't beneath him. The only thing truly beneath König is you, and you take great pleasure, and great annoyance with that fact.

That said, something must have really pissed him off for him to come find you. He tramples all over the flowers you'd been planting, and when you tip your head to glare up at him he's undoing his belt. He grabs your hair when you scramble to stand and forces you back to your knees.

"Open," he orders you, his voice panting as he tugs his cock free. You're quick to comply, your lips parting and tongue stuck out for him to slap his hard cock against. "It's lucky you're already on your knees," he grumbles.

You're reluctant to agree, but that doesn't stop your eyes from lidding or your tongue from lapping at the dark head of his cock. You'd wonder what got him so mad if you weren't otherwise occupied. You open your mouth wide and König pulls your head back further, rubs his cock over your parted lips until you pout. He clicks his tongue and shakes your head with a growled, "open Schlampe."

Your hands find his thighs, holding onto the firm muscle as you open your mouth to let him feed you his cock. You lave your tongue along the underside of it, following the vein with the flat of your tongue. You gag and König pushes his cock past it, hitting the back of your throat and forcing you to swallow. Every thick inch stretches your throat, and your fingers tighten on his pants as you gag and whine around his length. He pulls back without you hitting the base, and you suck in a gasping breath. Again he rubs his spit slick cock over your face, wetting your lips as you pant. You hold your tongue out for him, preen under the murmured praises, and try again. Könjg pets you so nicely, pushing your head down as he ruts into your mouth.

You feel a little dizzy, your head fuzzy and your eyes off focus, you can't do anything but stare up at him holding the malice in his gaze. You don't realize you've reached the base of his cock until the coarse hair starts itching your nose. It's all him, all König: your vision, your taste, your smell and touch, you're full of him. It makes you drip. He says something and you hum, content to be a warm hole for his cock for a few moments. It's such a nice day after all, you can spare your king a few moments. Another murmur of something that doesn't reach your brain, a soft hand stroking down your face.

König pulls you off his cock roughly, rough enough that you sputter and cough as you're turned and thrown to the ground. You push yourself up onto your hands and knees to avoid finding your face and the dirt and are pushed back down as König flips your skirt up. Heat rushes over you. You stare down his aid, who quickly averts their gaze.

If you had time to be embarrassed it's quickly forgotten as Könjg pushes his fat cock into your dripping cunt. You gasp, your eyes roll, it's burning tight but König doesn't seem to mind. Not with the way you rock your hips back against him, greedily trying to take every inch of him. "Braves Mädchen," he purrs, holding onto your skirts to pull you back against him, "fuck yourself on my cock."

You don't need to be told twice. The sound of your sopping cunt slicking the king's cock fills the air, each slap of his hips against your ass amplifying the noise. You whine and fuck yourself on each thrust, the smell of earth filling your nose as your fingers dig into the recently planted bed. Your poor flowers, your poor pussy. König isn't gentle with either, fucking you hard and fast while you try to keep up. The head of his cock hits your cervix with each thrust, hot aching pleasure filling your stomach as easily as he does. You jerk against his hold when you feel his other hand reach between your legs to toy with your clit.

You shudder, moan and whine for him, rocking against his hand and into his thrusts. You can feel the way your slick drips onto his fingers, the way it must be pooling around his cock, forced out with each mean buck of his hips. He rubs back and forth over your clit, the tingles of it jittering up your spine to make your back arch. Könkg is quick to adjust his angle with the lifting of your hips, driving down into you until you're crying out for release.

"Please König," you whimper, "please, please." You barely know what you're begging for, but you know he'll give it to you. Know it as surely as you know he'll pinch your clit and growl for you to come, an order your body is more than happy to comply with. You hardly notice him filling you, the heat of his release only making you clench and moan louder as you shake with orgasm. He fucks you through it, letting you milk him for every drop of come until he pulls out.

The only thing that keeps you from collapsing into the warm soil is König's hand. He barely has the courtesy to tug your skirt down before he's hauling you up over his shoulder. You didn't know he could do that. You can feel his come starting to drip out of you as he walks you towards the castle.

"Tell the servants to run a bath," he orders his aid, "and make sure we aren't disturbed."

Big words coming from a man that just fucked you on the lawn. You'll consider the consequences of that later.

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