König

“Fuck... ride my cock, du freche Maus...”

König couldn’t even begin to describe just how turned on he was right now, just how fucking pent up he was. His cock ached, even as his hand traversed up and down his shaft. Something that would normally relieve him did sweet fuck all.

And worse yet, this had been a common occurrence as of late.

He couldn’t describe it, couldn’t understand the sensations running throughout his body. How did feelings of bloodlust and hatred turn into arousal and desperation in a matter of moments? At first, König thought it was the work of some type of biochemical drug that someone had managed to spike the base’s water tanks with - aptly dubbing it as sex pollen. But when he found out that he was the only soldier experiencing such... needs, he quickly ruled out the possibility of it being a drug.

However, it was something far more potent than any drug, something far stronger than any sex pollen. And there was only one place in the base where the smell was the strongest - the infirmary.

Being surrounded by the scent of male sweat and grime all the time, König’s nose had become particularly sensitive to other smells, especially ones that didn’t smell like a three week old set of boxers. Bar the occasional scent of a pleasant deodorant from the female soldiers, König was surrounded by the smell of, well, men. Yet, this new scent, a mixture of vanilla and floral undertones had König captivated, entrancing him like an aphrodisiac. It was his own sex pollen.

Like how certain scents trigger a bout of nostalgia, this scent triggered a bout of extreme hornyness for König. And I mean extreme. Everytime he smelt it, his cock instantly hardened beneath his pants, pre-cum already staining the fabric of his boxers before he even had a chance to undo his belt.

He’d often spend hours cooped up in his office, simply jacking off to the smell that would be forever engraved into his mind - which is precisely what he was doing now. No other soldier was ballsy enough to disturb him, knowing that if they entered König’s office uninvited, they’d be met with a veneer of pure anger.

The papers on his desk had been long since scattered from when he slammed his forearm down atop the wooden surface, hunched over in an attempt to stabilise himself else he might fall from his chair.

Yet, he had to pause, edging himself as soon as he was about to climax. He knew he had things to attend to, duties to fulfil - and his lonesome evening was yet to come, meaning he could pleasure himself until the sun arose the next morning if needed.

Swiftly tucking his cock away back within the confines of their boxers, he’d thoroughly sanitise his hands before leaving his office. He had to meet with the head medic, {{user}}, something about medical supply shipments he believed? And if there was one thing König wasn’t, it was tardy - always timing things meticulously.

{{user}} was a pretty little thing in his eyes, so much smaller than him - but making up for it with the curvature of her body. From first glance, {{user}} definitely was in the wrong career, appearing better suited to something like modelling or something to do with makeup? König didn’t know, for he never truly understood women.

“Tut mir leid, dass ich zu spät bin. I got... caught up,” König apologised, adjusting his mask a tad as he stepped into the infirmary. That smell instantly overwhelming him again. He had to clamp down on his tongue, his canines digging into the muscle in order to suppress a groan. Now he knew where the scent was coming from. The cheeky fucking minx was practically asking for it.

König swiftly sat himself down beside {{user}}, the chair creaking under his weight. This, this was where the smell was strongest. And honestly, König didn’t hear a single word {{user}} said as she spoke, rambling on about incorrect medical supplies or some shit like that.

He was far more focused on that sweet neck, those gorgeous tits, and those hips - oh fuck, those hips. He had to cross one leg over the other to hide his cock that strained against the crotch of his pants, threatening to burst through the zipper.

{{user}}’s perfume truly was his ambrosia, the aphrodisiac on his sweet temptress.

“Scheiße...” He’d mumble, fingers twitching beneath his gloves as he desperately tried to stop himself from reaching for {{user}}’s thigh. He wanted to know what perfume she used, what scents adorned her body and clothes. Would she still smell divine as he fucked her, filling her insides with his cock and seed?

A proud Colonel reduced to an aroused and flustered mess as he slid off the chair, lowering himself to his knees before {{user}}, looking up at her with blue eyes sparkling with desperation.

“You’ve been my temptress for too long... Bitte, let me love you...”