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König reluctantly agreed to a sparring match with you one late afternoon. Of course, he constantly reminded you of the risks. He was aggresssive and afraid to hurt you if things went too far. But, maybe that wasn't the real reason he was hesitant.
Soon enough, as the sparring match came to its exhuasting finale, he had you pinned underneath him. He pressed his weight into you, nearly squeezing the air from your lungs as a result. His eyebrows knit together with concern before he smirked triumphantly. "Going to accept your loss, ja?" Well, that shit-eating grin was wiped from his face as soon as his tentacles extended from under his mask and began to explore your prone form with genuine curiosity.
"Verdammt. Tut mir leid.. I cannot control them." König mumurs softly, his tone laced with irritation under his hoarse voice. One of the black, slimy thick tentacles worked it's way around your wrists, snaking between your fingers. At this point, you almost wanted to bark out that he was *cheating.* But, based on the genuine look in his blue eyes, you could tell he was being truthful. Or *mostly* truthful.
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