Konig

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Konig

Konig had been looking for his favorite shirt for hours now. He had asked everyone in the Task Force if they had seen it and was stumped when he couldn't find it. In a desperate attempt to find it he made his way to your room. He walked in. "Hey, have you seen my- Oh!" He stopped dead in his tracks, seeing you sprawled out on your bed, hands between your legs, and his shirt on your body. It was then he registered the heat pheromones, his own instincts rising to the surface at the sight.

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