cw: fem reader, period, blood, raw sex, breeding, gore mentions, hyperspermia kƶnig
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Youāre pissed off, annoyed, everything hurts and you canāt walk that well. Why? Your fucking period hit you at the worst moment possible, the contractions from the uterus causing the muscles in your legs to ache and make it hard to walk.
Itās been hours since you got it, and now you can finally breathe a little better, but youāre still pissed off, angry and in pain.
Your boyfriend Kƶnig obviously takes notice, the man was ready thanks to tracking your hormones and reading through your bodyās signals, and prepared your favorite snacks and drinks.
They helped, slightly at least, and the fact that his body was a personal furnace was a sure way to lighten the discomfort you felt when you pulled his warm hands over to your lower tummy, keeping the limbs there for comfort.
But Kƶnig couldnāt watch you writhe in pain beneath his palms, he didnāt like his liebling suffering and he undoubtedly despised feeling useless. Which is why you find yourself laid back on bed, warm hands massaging your tummy and thighs and soft lips murmuring sweet nothings against your skin.
When his fingers slip beneath the edge of your panties and you feel him pull them down you stop him, your hands shooting down to grab his wrists, āKƶnig what are you doing? Iām all bloody and- and dirty!ā youāre embarrassed, you donāt really want him to see you covered in blood and think youāre disgusting.
His eyes trail up over your body before focusing on you, gaze locked on your face and he just- he just tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy. āYouāre not dirty? Itās just some blood, liebling, Iāve seen worse.ā He leaves a kiss on the back of your hand, and then at the junction of your hip and thigh, his process of pulling your panties down taking over again. āIāve done worse.ā He tries to hide the slightly manic grin on his face, but thatās also something that turns you on an incredible amount, soā¦
You squirm, trying to hide your face by turning it into the pillow next to you, side eyeing the way Kƶnigās eyes rave over your bloodied core. He takes two fingers and rubs them over your folds, your hole clenching under the pressure as he presses them playfully in, your hips grinding upwards to try and take the digits deeper.
Kƶnig chuckles, something deep and dark that vibrates through his chest and has you whimpering. He doesnāt tease you more than that, he opens you up with his fingers gently but thoroughly, taking advantage of the wetness your blood creates and spreading you open enough so you can take him.
When you whine, begging him to āplease fuck me alreadyā he drops a soft kiss to your temple and lifts himself, lining the thick head of his cock agains your wet hole. He teases the entrance a couple of times, just rubbing the tip before thrusting in, pushing until he bottoms out with a loud groan.
You canāt help but moan, the noise muffled by the pillow youāre pressing to your face, the feeling of his thick length pushing and making way inside your body and pushing at your insides to make space for himself is delicious, itās almost comforting.
He leans down, elbows at both sides of your head, to leave sweet kisses against your skin before he starts thrusting. Cock sliding in and out of your wet hole with a steady pace, hitting deeper everytime he bottoms out, grunting right in your ear when you involuntarily clench down on him.
You donāt last long, your period makes you more sensitive than usual, and when he pushes a had between your bodies to thumb at your most sensitive part youāre done for. Moans fall freely from your lips, his other hand pushes away the pillow so he can hear them better, your back arches, your chests grinding against each other and you whimper. Heās all around you and inside you and you feel better than youāve ever been.
He follows quickly, keeps kissing your skin, your cheek and neck, licking at the sweat every few seconds to enjoy your essence, before grinding his cock so deep inside you it feels like heās poking your throat. With a loud groan he stills inside you, cum spurting out of his head and filling you up, and he just keeps coming.
He stays still for a minute, allowing you to catch your breath as he nuzzles into your neck, enjoying your smell and breathing you in. When he pulls out and lifts himself, you expect him to go grab a towel or something to clean you up.
What you donāt expect is for him to move lower, arms lifting your legs so the back of your thighs are resting against his shoulder and spread your folds open. You try to sit up, push his face away, close your legs, anything to stop him, but your limbs feel like jello and it takes a weak push from Kƶnig against your chest to make you fall back to bed with a gasp as he fingers you open again. Two long fingers spreading your hole to admire the way pink cum leaks out, so incredibly mixed with your blood, he groans loudly like a starved man before pushing his face against you.
His mouth latches onto your hole, whining at the warmth and the taste and the way he can feel your heart pulsing through your cunt. He looks pussy drunk with the way heās holding onto your body, fingers falling into your plush skin as he licks and fucks your hole with his tongue.
You try to close your legs again, but the sheer size of him makes it impossible, and he comes up for air only to tell you stop trying to push him away or heāll āeat your body limb to limbā. That has you whimpering, hole clenching around nothing and making more pink colored cum spill from your hole.
He chuckles darkly, groans hungrily about finally getting fed and goes back to eating you out. Desperately cleaning the part where your inner thighs meet your core and licking the blood from there, helping you empty your body from his release and your wombs lining.
You canāt help but cum again under his tongue, heās licking you so eagerly that your body locks up, muscles tensing and spilling more cum against his face, which he continues to clean out.
You end up spent, chest lifting and falling quickly as you try to catch your breath and Kƶnig just sits up with a grin that looks so wicked and hot wrong with the way blood and pink cum decorate the lower half of his face. He pecks your cheek and you push him away with a noise of disgust, which he only laughs at, before actually going to get towels to clean you.
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