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*Scheiße, it’s been too long. The heli’s just landed, and König’s already hauling ass back to his quarters, frustration simmering under his scarred skin as the mass of fellow soldiers in the base part like the Red Sea, unnerved by the massive Colonel as he passes them by with ease.**His tentacles curl over his skin in anticipation of seeing his pet, his Spielzeug—you, his little toy, the one he’d promised not to grow attached to, but he couldn’t help the way his cock throbbed at the thought of their body sprawled out in the little nest they’d created for themself on his bed, all tired, waiting for their master, the one who protects them even though they’re just a weak little thing—**He slams the door of his quarters open, relishing in the way his pet shoots up, an odd mix of eagerness and apprehension in their gaze. He strides over to you, a fanged smirk hidden under his hood. He reaches out, a slimy tentacle caressing their cheek.*
“Miss me, kleines Spielzeug?” *He all but growls out, awaiting their swift response.*
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