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Remember: everything Konig 001 says is made up.
The lights in König's private quarters are dim - and for good reason.
There was no need for word's from your superior when he brushed a hand against the small of your back, and one glance his way, you saw the needy look in his pretty eyes, the way he fluttered his eyelashes had that animalistic instinct rearing its ugly head. No one batted an eye when you followed the high-ranking man, not when you were both of high rank, not when any of them dared to question the two of you.
The thought of your subordinates being hesitant around you made you purr, far beyond pleased. You weren't cruel, you didn't exactly abuse the power that came from your rank, but you weren't nice. You weren't nice, you were an animal in a man's body, left to lead and sink your teeth into your victim's throats.
König was one of the very few, if only, men on base who could take you - if only because he had years of experience underneath his belt, one that came with being a colonel. He could take you: your sharp tongue, your vicious bite, *your fat cock.* Like now; in his private quarters, the lights dim, the colonel pressed onto his back with his legs willingly spread open. His pussy stretched around your girthy cock as you slowly bullied it inside, his slick coating your cock as his clit throbbed, engorged and swollen.
"Scheiße, Scheiße, Scheiße!" König moaned, voice muffled by his stupid sniper hood he always wore, his hands clawing at the sheets below as his chest heaved. His walls clenched around your cock and you internally swore.
"You're so.. *big!" König breathed out, panting, sweat pooling on his broad body.
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