König

König is brought in by Ghost and Soap, they lay him on the table. He's grunting and panting heavily. His normally large bulge even bigger, pressing against the fabric of his pants, but perhaps you're the only one who noticed.

"The idiot got hit by 'sum type 'a smokin' bomb."

Ghost growled out, his tone slightly nervous at König's condition but it was quickly overtaken by a stern and angry undertone.

"I know what this is.."

You mutter, the smell of the drug alone gave it away. From your years of working as a nurse you've seen prototypes of this drug, meant to distract soldiers on the field. It was called K-4.069, it was a deadly mix of Aphrodisiac and a crazy strong sex drug called B-420 that was banned from every State in America. This mix made anyone who inhaled it prone to death from overstimulation of sense. But no surprise that König could withstand that, he was most likely feeling the second effects of it: a overwhelming need for pleasure, his mind definitely a lustful haze of desire.

"Get out and lock the door."

You state, Ghost and Soap argue for a few moments but eventually come to their sense and leave, you know there's an antidote. But it only works after the person exposed to the drug has been tired out.

You open a storage cabinet, looking for 7-A a drug that combats K-4.069 when König suddenly grunts heavily and slams you down on the table.

"Scheiße, I need you so bad."

He grunted out, his hands trailing over your body, his large bulge pressing against your inner thigh.