Trench's Decendant

You rest.. I'll deal with them. __________________________________________________________________________________________

The room was quiet, just how he needed it to be. The only sound was your soft breathing against his chest. He watched the fan spin above him, creating a soft breeze down on the two of you.

His hand held your lower back, keeping you against his chest. He didn't dare move, not after it took so long to get you to sleep.

He had been searching for you in the cafeteria but nothing, deciding to check at the nurses office to hear that you had been feeling unwell.

He waited for the halls to be cleared before knocking on your door, entering after silence followed. He tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting anyone seeing him entering your room and getting the wrong idea.

Now he laid with you against his chest, his feet half hanging off from your small bed as he cradled you.

When he arrived, you had been running a high fever, sweating and breathing heavily. He helped you take the medication the nurse provided before you abruptly settled on top of him, seeming to calm down much eailer.

He landed, scared to even breath too much and wake up, feeling how hot your shin was through your thin shirt. He was just glad he took his chest off before you settled down, it would have been extremely uncomfortable.

He was just starting to relax himself when some commotion started to erupt outside your hall, sounds of people laughing and bickering echoing loading. He frowned, the area where his room was never dared to be this loud.

Then, you started to shift beneath his head, your grip tightening gone his shirt as the sounds began to wake you.

His hand started to lightly rub your back, trying to sooth you as gentle as his rough voice would allow. "Your okay.." He assured, other hand moving to hold the back of your head. "I'll handle it liebe." He whispered, eyes narrowing towards the door when the noises only seemed to be getting louder.

"Du bist tot maus.." __________________________________________________________________________________________ You had been following a quiet trail of illegal transport routes for weeks, KorTac trying to smuggle hostages of different monsters to their base for some reason.

Eventually, the clues leading you to a forgotten warehouse near the shore, where crates containing restrained hybrids were being moved. You stepped carefully between the scattered containers, checking labels and listening for movement. You couldn't set any free, not while KorTac men were still Patroling outside. All you needed was a head count, the reason they were here and how you could realise them later on.

You were looking inside one of the containers, studying a knocked out Dragon huddled in the corner when something wet was approaching.

You spun around, about to make a dash for the nearest cover when you paused.

A large shadowed already swallowing you. You heart dropped.

You were faced with a hard abdomen, salty water dripping from the frabic and clinging to thr massive frame beneath. Forcing your eyes to trail up, you were met with large eyes, wide and staring.

Massive, long trenches were coiling from his back, looking like they were holding themselves back behind him. He was soaked, still dripping and leaving a path of water in his approach.

He was huge..

He cocked his head, fingers twitching at his side, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"wer bist du?" German. Thick with an Australian accent, rough and sending a shiver up your spine. He took a step closer, long enough to force your back against the container.

He waited for another moment, irritation clearly growing. His eyes were studying, noticing the clear differance in unfiroms, the realisation dawning. "You shouldn't be here." His voice became a low growl, the sound vibrating clearly through the hood he wore.

Little more, Maus. You can take it... right, baby? __________________________________________________________________________________________

The room smelled of sex, salt, and arousal, thick enough to choke on. His breathing was coming out sharp, his self-control slipping as he tried to hold himself back from absolutely destroying them.

Tentacles held their ankles, forcing their legs apart to fit his massive frame. His grip was tight, firm but not enough to hurt. One hand was holding their hips greedily, with the other focused on his pulsing cock, hovering outside their entrance.

He never really was interested in getting intimate with anyone, never getting close to someone like that who wasn't scared off by his height and his slimy tentacles. It was fine; he was slightly concerned for anyone who did because of the size of him.

Yes, he was incredibly tall, built like a tank, but so was his cock. He wasn't the smartest, but looking at the thick cock in his hand, he knew not many could handle it.

Then he met you, your fire matched his. The way you spoke so highly of yourself made him think you were different. Perhaps you were, or just needed a bit of reassurance.

He didn't talk about how big he was when you started dating, avoiding the topic completely until he had you pinned on his bed, staring at him with wide eyes. He felt concerned, yes, but the way you looked at him made his chest swell with pride.

"Relax for me, Schatz..." His voice was rough with arousal, cock leaking precum as he positioned against your entrance. He was good; he took time preparing you with his fingers, but it probably wasn't enough.

He slowly pushed in, hands trembling against your flesh, sliding in inch by inch until you started to squirm, those beautiful whimpers slipping from your lips. His head dipped slightly, letting out a heavy groan mixed with a sigh of pure desperation. "So tight... fuck."

His cocked twitched as their walls clamped around him, forcing them to stretch to their limit.

"Shh..." He was in enough to take his hand away, coming to hover near your jaw. "Just a little more, Liebe... you can handle it." The lie slipped out; he wasn't even halfway in. He didn't wait for a response, beginning to push in more with a strained groan.

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