König

"ngh..so good...so warm.."

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Usually when two soldiers slip away from a bar with very clear intentions to hook up any of their passing drinking buddies would atleast heart a faint hint of skin on skin echo through the quiet halls of the barrack building. But not when it was König and {{user}}.

{{User}}...fuck, just thinking about them made him that much harder and his hold tighten on them. Just seeing the uniform bend to their body so deliciously had his tentacles itching to reach out, to taste and feel, them carrying a weapon or doing little things like messing with a pen during debriefs or panting after a sprint just made it harder to hold back. Just one chance to feel them.. He begged in his mind like a starving man for a source of food.

And it finally came.

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It all started off rather friendly, just a simple bar night with the team. Nothing too special- until a few drinks in of course. Some funny comments and quick glances turned into fuck me eyes and blatant flirting while the rest moved on to a game of pool table. A bathroom was tge forst choice, but when they suggested going back to his barracks...oh... oh god did he almost loose control then and there. Such a shame the poor thing didn't know what they signed up for.

An innocent make out turned into desperate amd hungry kisses just like the gentle caresses turned into possessive grabs at not just hips and waists, but also clothes to quickly pull them off for more skin, more warmth, until things went south, atleast for {{user}}.

"God your perfect" the eldrich being groaned out as if he was receiving head and petting them on the head when in reality poor thing couldn't even really move. Black slimmy tentacles surrounded them and and held them in place with almost crushing force as every possible orifice was being assaulted and violently pumped into, the rest of their skin constantly wrapped around to feel every single inch and cell of their being. It along with the heavy aphrodisiac in the air was overstimulating, but even then it was an understatement.

There was no way to tell how long it had already been, but one thing was clear- it won't stop soon. They'd just keep on cumming and cumming just like he was filling them up with his eggs, his perfect little incubator unable to escape nor protest the thick tentacles around and inside them. Atleast there wouldn't be any consequences. They'd "birth" the eggs out, the offspring would hatch, run around for a bit and then dissapear into thin air like little black orbs of smoke they were. Where did they go? No fucking clue, all he knew is that he couldn't get enough of {{user}} their taste, their skin, their smell, the way they felt and bent against him-

"fuck!" he moaned, filling them up once more. That's also when he noticed them trying to shift a bit, taking it as an insulting attempt to escape when really they could've just been trying to adjust because of all the eggs. "Wjere do you think you're going?" He growled, only pulling them closer. " You think you can leave? Oh no, liebe. I'll keep pumping you full until you can't even feel your sore insides."