könig chasing you through the woods.
warnings !! — dubcon, hunting- fantasy, established relationship, perverted!könig and reader, slight breeding kink, slight hyperspermia mention, nsfw, 18+
it had started out as a joke, something you’d say whenever he came home with his mask on, looking like a giant demon as he walked through the front doors. you wouldn’t deny the fact that it turned you on whenever he wore it, especially in gear. made your thighs soakin’ wet just looking at him. anxiety coiled in your stomach, exciting you further, the line between arousal and fear blurring when it came to könig.
you always wondered what it would be like on the other side of that battlefield, being chased down by him, under his complete mercy when he finally caught up. you often fantasized about it while he was away, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you as you pictured yourself pinned down in some bombed out warehouse. body fucked into the dirt as he took whatever he wanted, cock forcing itself past your folds, so tight that he slipped out a few times before sinking inside.
oh you loved it when he used that weight against you. thick thighs always keeping your legs apart no matter how you tried to run, delicate fingers doing absolutely nothing when they pushed at his abdomen. most nights he’d fuck you till your pussy gaped open, clenching around nothing when he was done. would spit on your face whenever he couldn’t cover it in his cum, leaving you like that till the adrenaline left his veins, coming back with soft hands and lovely words. kissed at your cheeks so harshly they chubbed up while you tried to escape the tickle of his stubble, any type of desire to see you crying and begging now subsided.
instead he turned into a little ball of love, unable to detach himself from you. and thats usually how you liked it, usually.
you wanted könig to treat you like nothing sometimes, hold your face in his fist as he fucks you like a personal doll, make you sleep on the floor beside the bed after like a little pet. sometimes you wanted to see that very monster he got to show other people.
“so…” you said slowly, sliding into könig’s lap as he ate dinner. your fingers danced along the hem of his shirt that rested against his neck, scratching your nails slightly in the tanned skin, “i had an idea..”
“and who let you think?” könig teased. kinda. he liked his wife to be pliant, obedient as a waiting dog, preferring it if you thought less about ideas and more about how you were going to serve him. wouldn’t ever let that obsession get too out there, you were too good to him for that. if only he knew how badly you wanted to be grabbed by the neck and forced onto your knees.
you slid further into his lap, resting your legs over his thighs as he adjusted, continuing to eat like nothing was happening. you told him all about your idea, whispering in his ear like someone in your empty house was listening, going into detail about how you wanted him to take you on the ground, unrelenting and rough, maybe even smack you around a little.
your little whispers excited him, cock chubbing up in his pants underneath you. the slightest of movements made him groan, fingers digging into your plush hips, making you giggle. even if könig was the one doing the physical dominating, manhandling you like a puppet, there was no denying the hold you had over him. with just one sway of your hips you had him humping at your ass, bending you over on any surface, regardless of it’s height.
“safe word?” he questioned, chest rumbling with want as he stayed in his seat, hand coming up to his chin to scratch at the stubble.
just outside the backdoor was an endless stretch of land, just a little field until a line of thick trees cut off the backyard. technically, the land was still yours, so there was no risk of trespassing for miles. you shook your head, lips pressing in a tight line as a string of thoughts ran through könig’s mind. he’s never done anything to you without a word to drag him back to the real world. he needed one, always getting too carried away— too rough. it was a little strange, because he wanted to hurt you. wanted to see you bleed a little when he was done, but he didn’t want to completely break you.
part of his anxiety shot up, worried he’s hurt you too much and you’d just leave— deciding he was really too crazy. but you noticed the hesitant look in his eyes, the way his cheek sunk him from biting at it— a nervous habit he had. you cupped his cheek, hand small compared to him, kissing down until you had to tilt your head to kiss his lips, then kissing at his nose— anything to draw him back.
“promise it’ll be alright, just wanna try it once” könig almost squinted at you, fingers thumping against your thigh as he tapped up and down.
it took more coaxing from your end, lots of reassurance, but you got him to agree before the sun fully set. you two got dressed in silence, opting for your fleece leggings and a long shirt— your jacket was downstairs on the hook. by the look of the leaves on the trees, you’d need it. könig picked up his huge duffle bag from the end of the bed, digging through it so he could find all the pieces he needed. it wasn’t a new sight, seeing him getting all set up and comfortable in his gear, but knowing that he was going to be chasing you down set your skin on fire. made you sit on the edge of anticipation, legs ready to run.
he didn’t put the cut up t-shirt over his head until you two got downstairs. you turned around to deep black circles as you were zipping up your jacket, baby blue’s already losing all sight of warmth and love for you.
you were just slipping on your beaten up sneakers when he took out his long, black sniper from the closet. it was the one he kept at home for “just in case” purposes, probably the only gun of his that you knew how to shoot. you were confused for a second, guts flipping until you saw him adjusting the scope.
“just for lookin’, little hase” he placed the gun back down on the marble countertop, satisfied with the range. he pulled one of the knife drawers out, fingers tapping on the side of the wood out of habit again, a big puff of air coming out as he started making his decision. pulled out a large cutting knife, ribbed along the edge with a smooth, curved handle. könig brought down the wooden cutting-board from the wall, slamming the knife down till it stuck. with his hands on his hips he huffed again, wrenching the knife from the wood before placing it next to the gun.
you watched with a close eye, dumb as a deer in headlights as he got his hunting tools ready. könig turned back to you slowly, wall of a body towering over you as he came closer— hand reaching out. you went to flinch away from it, thinking he was already playing with you, but he just outstretched his palm, showing he wasn’t going to do anything. you settled, könig’s hand reached the cold golden doorknob, moving you out of the way with his hand curled against your elbow.
the back door swung open, ever so slightly bouncing against the back wall. the sound made your ears jump.
“you have till you clear that opening, then i’m coming.”
you couldn’t help but laugh, hand coming to cover your mouth when you realized he was serious. quickly it turned scary, especially when you looked out the door, realizing that the opening was much smaller now for some reason. used to feel so big.
you all put scrambled out the door when he let out a fake cough, alerting you to the time ticking. you almost slipped down the stairs, hopping to the ground as your feet skipped the last step. the air was a cool greeting to your flushed cheeks, already grateful you decided to wear fleece and a jacket.
your shoes crunched against the field, leaves littering the dying grass, only the evergreens survived. könig watched you from the still open door, leaning against the frame while his eyes followed you across the open stretch of land. only when you got to the edge of the field, bracing yourself against a tree so you could catch your breath, did you look back— half expecting to see him sprinting after you. instead he had the small kitchen window open, tip of the gun pointing out, only his hunched frame visible behind the gun. for some reason, that was even scarier than him coming at you directly.
you knew he was watching every move, every breath and bat of your eyelashes, it made you purse your lips out in a pout before you ran into the woods— letting the trees cover you.
once a far enough distance from könig, you let your back fall against a tree, catching your breath again with a heaving chest. you weren’t really a runner. always got a sharp pain in your stomach when you ran for too long, killed the mood, honestly, when you felt it in your ribs. you didn’t think you stopped for long before you heard whistling, echoing very clearly in the empty air.
the whistling was the unnerving part. you stayed behind your tree for a little longer, trying to make out where he was. but you just weren’t that good, and for all you knew it— könig probably already knew where you were. it took a lot of build up courage for you to get out from behind that tree, sprinting into an open direction— looking back only for a moment.
and there he was, hammer in hand, looking just as surprised as you were.
it made a frightened scream rip through your throat when he stopped, and then started running directly at you. a shaky laugh followed, too far in front of him for anything to be too scary yet, instead it was quite fun. he feet were light on the ground despite the weight of his massive body, moving far too fluidly for a man of such size.
that’s when it started to get scary.
könig picked up speed, hammer dropping in his hand to hold it lower at the handle, almost wanting to abandon it completely in favor of grabbing you with two hands— but this was how you wanted it. another short scream slipped past your lips when könig cornered you to a tree, making you hide behind it like it would do something, playing keep-away with your body every time he came close. he gave you a good chase around the squeeze before grabbing you with his free hand, really making you scream until he covered your mouth his a gloved hand. kicked the back of your knees in to make sure you fell with him, letting you roll onto your back in struggle.
his hammer slammed into the dirt above your head, freeing his hand of the object so that he could hold both your wrists, pushing them up and pinning them into the ground. you fought him every inch of the way, getting a few good kicks into him before he angrily slapped you, grabbing your chin between his calloused fingers afterwards,
“your only warning, don’t make me hit this pretty face again” he pointed a strict finger at you, but you knew how easily he was annoyed— couldn’t imagine getting kicked wasn’t any better. you tested his limits, kicking close to his crotch so he’d get set off. he replied by messily flipping your lower half over, twisting you so that you had to roll over, catching yourself on your elbows while könig winded his hand back. gloved fingers cracked over your clothed ass like a whip, feeling like he hit bare skin.
it drew a sharp hiss from you, almost tears, but he didn’t break you just yet. you knew it would annoy the fuck out of him if you acted all bratty.
“where’s the kitchen knife?” you barked at him, looking at könig from over your shoulder with heavy lidded eyes— truly just there to taunt him. and he knew the game you were playing.
“wasn’t fit for the job” his large hand practically covered yours, shoving your face into the dirt to shut you up. he kept his palm heavily pressed to your cheek as he ripped off the t-shirt, unable to breathe.
you wondered if every victim got to see his face before they died. somehow, it made you jealous.
he balled up the old black rag, fingers shoving in your mouth to create room for it, only shoving it in your waiting mouth after you choked around his knuckles. the taste was horrible. a mix of years worth of sweat, dust and war really took its toll. it made you gag around the fabric, you’d rather take his bitter cum than this.
“dummes mädchen, wearing all these clothes for no reason” könig pushed your shirt up your back, hands smoothing down the dips in your spine, just rubbing at the soft skin. a hand dipped into his belt to pull out a switchblade, a small one he always kept in his pocket. another “just-in-case” item.
instead of ripping the pants down your leg, he cut at the seam on your pussy, gutting you like a pig till a hole formed in the thick material. you mourned them slightly, good fleece leggings were hard to find. könig would buy you new ones, always did when he ruined a pair of your pretty panties.
these ones cut easily, the lace was no match for the sharpened blade. he cut the little bow off the front, putting it in his pocket like a little trophy. this thick fingers rubbed at your clit with no real rhythm, just wanted to watch your pussy spread around, already leaking from the chase.
he didn’t speak much as he worked, didn’t need to. his brooding silence and rough hands jolting your body around was enough. you wanted to say something, but couldn’t think of anything witty enough.
“gut mädchen, bleiben ruhig” your brain melted at the german, pooling out of your ears and making you soft. exactly how könig liked you. loved being able to move you around as he pleased, bending you to his will, his hand itching to smack at your skin again. he raised his hand again, coming down onto your thick muscle with another rough slap, unsatisfied with the way it felt over clothes.
he ripped your leggings further, tearing at the back so that your ass hung out, hand coming back down on your poor, already red skin at least three times before you finally gave him a good cry. it was a loud yelp, hand coming out to try and stop könig, reaching for his wrist. he slapped your hand away like it was filthy.
the next sound you heard was the unbuckling of his belt, the metal sound making your ears pick up, anticipation once again prickling at your skin. the stretch was always painful, no matter how much könig prepped you, or how many times he plowed into your pussy. always went back to being tight like a virgin. waiting for him to slide into you was always the worst part.
his thumb stroked between your folds, popping in only the tip of his thumb, which was still enough to get a little gasp out of you. he swirled it against your fluttering hole, pressing down on the ring of muscle to make you whine again. your hips tried to to run away, a pathetic little army crawl to try and escape his torture, but he only made a clicking sound with his tongue, pulling you back against him till you were back up on your knees.
the lack of warmth at your pussy was replaced with the tough fabric of könig’s pants, grinding against your wet cunt with curt hip thrusts, making you bounce back against him. usually he’d have you undress him, liked seeing you pull down his zipper with your teeth, hands holding his large cock in your small hands as you got the hem of his jeans over. instead he had to go through the annoyance of his own fat fingers fumbling at the seemingly tiny zipper, not caring to pull them all the way down as his fingers tugged down the hem of his boxers.
his cock spilled out, tip all red from being hard for so long. he let it slap against your ass, watching as your ass bounced with even the slightest movement. he slipped it between legs, letting the wetness mix with his precum as he rubbed his cock between your folds— tip hitting your clit. you were supposed to be playing a bit, but it was hard to act like you didn’t want it when könig was just so good. didn’t even realize how good he was.
he gave himself a good thigh fuck, thighs slamming into the back of yours, pulling back so far that his cock got caught on your hole, threatening to push inside. even the tip was a stretch, making you press your lips into a thin line. könig always talked you though it, no matter how rough he was being, and when he started to slap his cock on your tight hole, sinking into you without a word? oh that sent a little shot to your heart.
such a spoiled brat, couldn’t even take not being called a good girl while he stretched you out over him.
he groaned in your ear as he bottomed out, hips flush against your ass. könig didn’t wait for you to adjust to his size, didn’t dip his head down to kiss at your chubby cheeks, definitely didn’t talk to you— just started slamming his hips into you like a whore. took you from behind like you meant nothing, just a cute little thing for him to beat up and fuck. couldn’t help the way both his hands came to wrap around your neck, fingers touching, using your body to pull himself in and out at a relentless pace.
your back arched in an uncomfortable way so that you didn’t choke, one arm steading yourself against his thrusts as the other came to claw at his hands. it was difficult to breathe, from his hand and from his cock, feeling like it was borrowing itself deep in your stomach, rearranging your guts in some way. making a home for itself, just like always.
könig filled you to the absolute brim when he came, keeping your hips angled up so he could watch your pussy gape, his cum all pooled up inside of you. pressed your tits deeper into the dirt, arching your back, hoping that his spent would take and make you nice and round with his kids. always had a fantasy of holding you down, forcing you to get pregnant so you’d never leave.
which, he shouldn’t have those doubts, not when you looked up at him with such a fucked out look, lashes all wet from tears, a wobbly smile forming on your face as you wiggled your hips. his cum drooled out, covering your pussy and creating a puddle underneath you.
“such a wasteful girl” könig said breathlessly, sitting back on his heels as he took a glance at his work. would have liked to be meaner, but he got distracted with how good you clung around him, absolutely lost in your pussy.
“drag me home for round two?”
and könig would never say no to that.
HII EVERYONE!! sorry ive been feeling unmotivated recently, wrote this to try and get out of my rut. im looking for more writing moots so !! i need more people to yap to. anyways i hope u enjoyed this, idk how it got so long
