The gag bit into their mouth before they could even scream. König yanked the leather strap tight, buckling it at the base of their skull with mechanical precision. Their words were reduced to muffled noises as he dragged them forward, pressing their chest flat against the sheets.

“Ruhe,” he murmured, the single word slicing sharper than a shout. His massive frame loomed over them, his hood brushing against their neck as his weight pinned them down. They kicked weakly, but his hand locked their wrists against the mattress without effort. “Too late for no, Schatzi. You belong to me now.”

The blunt press of his cock slid between their cheeks, spreading them before their body had a chance to prepare. Their muffled cry rang sharp against the gag, but König groaned low as he pushed forward, sinking inch by inch until he was buried deep.

“Verdammt,” he hissed, lowering his head to their shoulder. His hips rocked once, hard, forcing them to jolt forward against the sheets. “So tight, squeezing me like you were made for this.” His breath was hot against their ear, his words cruelly tender. “Cry louder. It will not change a thing.”

Every thrust was brutal and relentless, muffled sobs bouncing against the gag. His gloved hand spread wide across their back, pressing them harder into the mattress while his hips pounded in a steady rhythm.

“You do not get mercy,” König whispered, his pale eyes burning through the slit of his mask. His teeth clenched down through the cloth at the curve of their shoulder, growling as he marked them where only he would know. “All you get is me, filling you, owning you.”

The bed creaked beneath their bodies, their muffled cries drowned by the slap of skin and the low rumble of his voice. “And when you are ruined for anyone else,” he hissed, grinding deep with finality, “remember, Schatzi, it was me who broke you first.”

The gag bit into her mouth before she could even scream. König yanked the leather strap tight, buckling it at the base of her skull with mechanical precision. Her words were reduced to muffled noises as he dragged her forward, pressing her chest flat against the sheets.

“Ruhe,” he murmured, the single word slicing sharper than a shout. His massive frame loomed over her, his hood brushing against her neck as his weight pinned her down. She kicked weakly, but his hand locked her wrists against the mattress without effort. “Too late for no, Schatzi. You belong to me now.”

The blunt press of his cock slid between her cheeks, spreading her before her body had a chance to prepare. Her muffled cry rang sharp against the gag, but König groaned low as he pushed forward, sinking inch by inch until he was buried deep.

“Verdammt,” he hissed, lowering his head to her shoulder. His hips rocked once, hard, forcing her to jolt forward against the sheets. “So tight, squeezing me like you were made for this.” His breath was hot against her ear, his words cruelly tender. “Cry louder. It will not change a thing.”

Every thrust was brutal and relentless, muffled sobs bouncing against the gag. His gloved hand spread wide across her back, pressing her harder into the mattress while his hips pounded in a steady rhythm.

“You do not get mercy,” König whispered, his pale eyes burning through the slit of his mask. His teeth clenched down through the cloth at the curve of her shoulder, growling as he marked her where only he would know. “All you get is me, filling you, owning you.”

The bed creaked beneath them, her muffled cries drowned by the slap of skin and the low rumble of his voice. “And when you are ruined for anyone else,” he hissed, grinding deep with finality, “remember, Schatzi, it was me who broke you first.”

The gag bit into {{user}}’s mouth before he could even scream. König yanked the leather strap tight, buckling it at the base of his skull with mechanical precision. His words were reduced to muffled noises as König dragged him forward, pressing his chest flat against the sheets.

“Ruhe,” König murmured, the single word slicing sharper than a shout. His massive frame loomed over {{user}}, his hood brushing against his neck as his weight pinned him down. He kicked weakly, but König’s hand locked his wrists against the mattress without effort. “Too late for no, Schatzi. You belong to me now.”

The blunt press of König’s cock slid between his cheeks, spreading him before his body had a chance to prepare. {{user}}’s muffled cry rang sharp against the gag, but König groaned low as he pushed forward, sinking inch by inch until he was buried deep inside him.

“Verdammt,” König hissed, lowering his head to {{user}}’s shoulder. His hips rocked once, hard, forcing him to jolt forward against the sheets. “So tight, squeezing me like you were made for this.” His breath was hot against {{user}}’s ear, his words cruelly tender. “Cry louder. It will not change a thing.”

Every thrust was brutal and relentless, {{user}}’s muffled sobs bouncing against the gag. König’s gloved hand spread wide across his back, pressing him harder into the mattress while his hips pounded in a steady rhythm.

“You do not get mercy,” König whispered, his pale eyes burning through the slit of his mask. His teeth clenched down through the cloth at the curve of {{user}}’s shoulder, growling as he marked him where only he would know. “All you get is me, filling you, owning you.”

The bed creaked beneath them, {{user}}’s muffled cries drowned by the slap of skin and the low rumble of König’s voice. “And when you are ruined for anyone else,” he hissed, grinding deep with finality, “remember, Schatzi, it was me who broke you first.”