Piece of Pie

“Amazing.” He looks back at your chest. “I can’t stop thinking about last night.”

You bashfully roll your eyes and giggle. “I can’t believe you liked it so much.”

“I have to admit, I’ve always wanted to try milk but…” his mind drifts back to the thought of tasting you again, “Did you mind it?”

“No.” You admit. “My nipples are so sensitive, it felt nice for them to get so much attention.”

“Ja?” König sips his black coffee as his loose pajama pants fail to hide his growing erection. “Would you want to start doing this…more?”

“Possibly.” Your tone a teasing one as you look him up and down.

König smirks, always enjoying when you try to act as if you don’t want exactly what he does. He walks to you, placing his cup on the table and pulling his pants down, picking them off. His hands move to the straps of your tank top, pulling them down to expose your breasts. Your nipples hard and glossy from the milk covering them.

“Right here?” You ask with a nervous giggle.

“It’s our home, we can do as we please.”

König lifts you up, sitting on the chair you were in and placing you on his lap. The feeling of his erection presses against you as he pinches your nipples between his fingers, slightly applying pressure until milk begins to drip. He watches as your shirt soaks up the milk, the more pressure the faster the let down begins to flow. One arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him so his lips can wrap around your nipple. He sucks lightly as he grinds up into you, listening to the soft moans that fall from your lips.

You run your fingers through his blond hair as you look down at him latched to you. You can’t understand what it is, but seeing him so desperate for your milk has awakened something in you. A more dominate side of you coming out as you begin to grind against him taking over the rhythm.

“Such a greedy boy.”

Those words from you melt him. His other hand squeezes your other breasts, harshly as he groans against your skin. For such a big man, you make him feel so small, and for some reason that is extremely erotic to him. He opens his eyes and looks up at you. “I want you.” He whimpers as he switches to your other nipple.

“Is your cock desperate to be in my pussy?”

“Mmmm…” He nods as he pushes his hips up into you.

“Well…” You push him away and stand up. “You’re going to have to wait.”

König looks stunned as he watches you stand there. The tip of his cock dripping with precum as he watches you completely undress yourself. You’re never this dominate, but he can’t deny that he is loving this.

You drop to your knees in front of him grabbing your full, swollen breasts and squeezing them. Your milk sprays on his abdomen and stiff cock. He looks down with wide eyes full of excitement as he slouches down in the chair more. White beads of milk drip down his cock as you place his cock between your breasts, moving slowly at first as your move up and down.

“Ah…Liebling…” He groans as he watches your breasts swallow his fat cock between them and white drops of milk leak onto him. His hips move up to match your strokes, trying to stop himself from completely taking over and fucking your breasts like a wild man. “Bitte… more.”

“More?”

“Bitte.”

“Beg for more.”

Your hands rub against his muscular arms and up to his grown out blond hair. Slowly, you move your lips down to his jaw, neck, and chest. He watches you with heavy eyelids as you kiss down his chest, following his pale happy trail. You pull down the waistband of his boxers, kissing the tip of his cock and moving lower as you continue to undress him.

König watches eagerly as you lick up his shaft, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock and taking him into your mouth. He moans softly, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back down at you, meeting your eyes. A gentle hand on the back of your head to encourage you to continue.

“Mein Gott, ich will dich.” He moans as his other hand grips the bedsheets tightly.

You bob your head up and down on his cock, using one hand to follow your motion. The other cups his heavy balls, tugging slightly. For a moment you pull away to smile at him, a string of spit connecting from your full lips to his tip. “You want me?” The tone in your voice a playful teasing one as your hand continues its motion.

“Bitte.” König reaches his hands out to you, grabbing your arm and gently pulling you to him.

You pull off your underwear slowly then follow his lead and move over his body. His hands rest on your hips as you straddle him. He leans forward and lightly sucks on your hardened nipple as you rock back and forth on his cock, coating him with your glistening slick.

“You’re such a tease.” He smirks as he watches your movements. Without hesitation he turns you over, getting on top on you and resting between your legs. The both of you laugh, his head dropping into your neck and softly kissing you as he rolls his hips against you. “You’re so naughty.”

“Am I?”

“You know you are.”

Your soft giggle is replaced by a loud gasping moan as you feel him push into you. His cock stretching you out as he sinks deeper into you. Your nails dig into his arms, gazing deeply into his eyes. “König…”

“You’re mine.” He speaks firmly as his pupils widen from the feeling of your wet cunt wrapping around him.

The tapping of shoes stepping into the booth pulls Father König from his mind. He begins his standard welcome, trying to push away all the thoughts that cloud his mind. Then the sound of your sweet gentle voice snaps his gaze towards the privacy screen. Through the small gaps in the woods design, he sees you.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” You say, looking back at him.

“Y/n…” Father König can feel his face turning red as his blood begins to pulse through his veins. “I’ve been waiting for you to come to me.”

“I know.” Your voice cracks as you speak, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

“Please, talk to me.”

Father König looks at your features as you look away. You’ve always been so beautiful. While he is happy to see you here, finally speak to you; there is a sinking feeling in his heart that you regret your time together. Regret giving him that part of you, or maybe even regret ever knowing him.

“I had premarital sex. With an older man.” You look down at your hands as you speak.

“Do you regret it?” The question flies from his lips, unable to hold back.

“No.”

Father König’s shoulders relax.

“I actually feel guilty because I enjoyed it so much. I’ve been praying, asking God for forgiveness. For what happened, and for the fact I crave you still.”

“You do?”

“Yes, do you?”

“Schatz, you have no idea. You’re the only thing I’ve been able to think about.” He can feel his cock growing harder as this conversation continues on. “I’ve never wanted someone like I want you. Need you.”

“I need you too, Father.”

You watch as he disappears from your sight, turning your head towards the curtain on your side. It opens, Father standing there with a clear erection straining against the fabric of his black slacks. He extends his large calloused hand out to you, his eyes lingering on the small bit of cleavage he can see from your shirt. You place your dainty smooth hand in his and he gently pulls you to him.

Father König leads you to the altar, pushing aside the open bible and lifting you to lay in its spot. Your skirt slips down your thighs, showing your pale pink underwear to him. His large hand’s part your legs and presses his nose against your soft mound, taking in a deep breath of your scent and placing desperate kisses up and down your thighs.

“Your smell is so addicting.” He groans underneath his breath, pulling your underwear to the side. “I want to be the only man to ever get this pleasure.”

“I’m yours. I promise, only…yours.”

Your voice shakes as you feel his fat tongue swirl around your small sensitive clit. The euphoric feeling you’ve been thinking about since last time. Your hands grasp the cold stone of the altar your body is sprawled out on. His fingers dig into your supple thighs as he eats like a starved man.

“Father, please.” You cry out, lifting your head to look down at him. His eyes meet with yours as his lips wrap around and lightly sucks. Your hips lift slightly as you can feel a wave of pleasure burst from your core and spread throughout your body. “Fuck!”

The sound of your moans echo in the large empty space. He pulls his head away to look down at the shiny mess between your legs and up to your eyes. Running one finger up and down between your slit while he undoes his pants with the other hand. All the nasty depraved things he wants to do to you flood his mind, but you being so innocent, he knows he has to take it slowly with you.

“Would you do anything I ask of you?”

“Of course. Anything.”

Slowly stroking his cock as his eyes fall back between your legs he speaks quietly. “I want you to pleasure me.” You begin to sit up only for him to gently push you back down. “Stay like that.”

Father König walks around to the other side of the altar, lightly combing your hair as your head hands slightly over the edge. Seeing you in this position is something he’s fantasized about for years and now he has you here. The way your lips look so plump, he can’t wait to see what his cock looks like between them. He pulls down his pants slightly.

“Have you ever watched porn?”

“No.”

“I’ll walk you through it. Just know, it might be hard at first, but I know you’ll do great for me.”

You nod, looking at him as he steps closer. His heavy cock rest on your lips as his large hands grab the side of your head to steady you.

“Part your lips for me.”

You do as he says, opening your mouth to allow him in. The warmth of his cock fills your mouth along with the salty bitter taste of the precum dripping from the tip. Instinctively you wrap your lips around him, already feeling the strain on your jaw from his girth.

“Good girl, just relax.”

Father König gently pushes himself in more. You gag, your whole body jerking forward when you do. His thumbs caress your jaw as he calms you with gentle encouragement. Inch by inch, his cock moves further and further down your throat. His eyes watching as he can see the outline of his cock appear in your throat. So perfect.

The side door opens, so quietly that neither you nor Father hear the door. The sound of you gagging and gargling on his fat cock echo out in the space mixed with the sound of Father König’s moans of pleasure. Brent, the 19-year-old altar boy stands in shock. First, he wonders if some couple broke in, then if maybe Father is watching porn. But it’s so real.

He creeps forward and opens the door to the main hall of the church. That’s when he sees you both. Your skirt up, legs sprawled open on the altar, breasts pulled from your shirt. Father König with his pants around his knees, eagerly thrusting into your mouth. For a moment he lingers, watching it all play out. Realizing the gravity of what he’s witnessed, he quickly turns away and rushes back out of the church.

The sound of the door slammed shut causes Father to stop and look towards it.

König ignores her, mumbling under his breathe as he slams the bedroom door. Sabine stays in bed watching him leave. She pulls the blanket over herself and rest on her back, looking up at the ceiling with a million thoughts going through her mind. Of course, she wants to follow him but she knows that will only anger him more.

It’s around 11 pm as you sit on the living room sofa reading and sipping on some wine. You hear the sound of a gentle knock on your front door. Before you stand, you check your phone to see if it was someone told you that they were on their way, yet there is no message. Cautiously, you stand and walk towards the front door.

“It’s me, Schatz.” König’s muffled voice speaks through the door.

You can feel your heart flutter as you open the door to let him in. “König, what are you doing here this late?”

“I missed you so much that I couldn’t stay away.” König walks in, eagerly wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and holding you tightly. He walks forward, lifting you slightly. “Am I interrupting something?” 

“No,” you say in a giggling tone as you look up at him, “just reading.”

“Gut.”

König walks you into your bedroom. Only releasing you from his grip to take off his shoes and fully undress. You watch him as you walk towards your bed and pull back the covers.

“Is Sabine not home?”

Hearing your voice say his wife’s name is like nails on a chalk board to him. A low grunt leaves him as he unbuttons his pants, eyes falling on your cleavage. “No, she’s home.” In only his boxers he walks to the side of the bed you’re on and climbs on top of you, kissing your neck. “I just wanted to come see you.”

“You aren’t worried—”

The look in König’s eyes stops the words before they leave you.

“I don’t want to talk about her. Bitte. I’m here to spend time with you.”

König continues to kiss all over your body, down your neck to your breasts. His hand sips underneath the waist band of your sleep pants and underwear to feel the soft bush that covers your pubic. Slowly moving his hand down lower to feel your folds on his fingertips.

“I hate that I can’t just have you whenever I need you…” His fingers begin to rub slow circles around your swelling clit. Your leg trembles as your hand moves to his arm, holding tightly. “You’re so perfect.”

“Kö…” His name leaves your lips in a pathetic whimper.

“Are you mine?”

“Yes.”

“And I’m yours.” His fingers slip lower, pushing into you as he grinds his hips against you. The feeling of his hard cock rubbing against your thigh. He watches your face closely as your eyes close and mouth drops open while your slick covers his fingers.

There is a wave of disappointment as he withdraws his hand. Your eyes open and meet his, a small smirk on your lips as you watch him pull your pants down and away from your body. His eyes roam over your exposed body like a starved man. The way he looks at you as if you’re the only woman for him always makes you feel warm and fuzzy. Assisting him, sit up and pull your top off.

König looks down at you, watching you as you lean forward to wrap your hand around his cock and begin to slowly move up and down. He runs his fingers through your hair as he gently guides your mouth to him. A rush of pleasure pulses through him as he feels your full lips wrap around the tip of his cock; resisting the urge to want to thrust deeper into your mouth.

That’s when König’s phone begins to ring. You don’t stop, slowly allowing more of his 9-inch cock into your mouth as he bends to the side to grab his phone. On the screen it says ‘Sabine’ with a small red heart next to the name. He looks at it as it continues to ring, debating on answering it or rejecting the call. His body torn between immense pleasure and a sliver of guilt.

König double taps the side button, rejecting his wives call.

“I need to fuck you.” His voice sounds tense as he speaks, gently pulling back to lay you down.

You don’t ask about the phone call since you already assume it was her. If he was your husband and left, you’d be calling too. The image of her face tear-stained flashes across your mind as you lay back and watch him settle between your legs. A pang of guilt floods you, but you knew what you were getting into when you met König.

“Liebling.” He speaks softly. “Stay with me. It’s okay.”

As if he were reading your mind. You nod, grabbing his face to bring him in for a kiss.

König grinds himself between your legs before gently slipping the head of his cock into your soaked cunt. You let out a gasping moan; no matter how many times you feel him stretch you out it’s always as if you were experiencing it for the first time. Your finger nails dig into his arms as you gaze into his eyes and cry out his name.

“Mein Gott, I love your pussy so much.”

Your wet warms engulf him. His eyes bore into yours, watching your fact contort with each thrust of his hips. Your breasts bounce in perfect synchronicity with his movements. It’s been too long since he’s had you.

“König, fuck yes!”

“Is my princess going to cum already?” He teases, keeping his pace.

“Y—yes. I—”

The next day around 5 am, König wakes up. You’re still naked, snuggled up in his arms. He runs his fingers over your soft skin and gives you a few forehead kisses. This is the hardest part of this all. Leaving you.

Without disturbing you, he slips out of bed and dresses himself. He writes a sweet note on your note pad and leaves it on your pillow. All he can do is admire your beauty as you take deep breaths, the side of your face slightly squished against the pillow. His heart aches as he turns to leave.

The drive home was quiet. Too many thoughts flood his mind as he watches the sky change from deep blue to an orange hue. A part of him wishes he could stay with you forever, but he is worried of what will happen to the life he’s built; even if it’s with the wrong woman.

Once home, he parks the car and enters the home. He takes his shoes off and walks towards the stairs, wanting to clean up before Sabine wakes. Yet when he approaches the stairs, he sees her sitting in the kitchen.

König can feel his heart sink as he approaches her. Her eyes are tired with a warm cup of coffee in her hands. He kisses her forehead.

“You’re up early.”

“And you’re back late.” She snaps, the look in her eyes a mix of emotions.

“Ja.”

There is nothing he can add.

“Where were you?”

“Out.”

She laughs, his answer pathetic. “Where?!” Sabines voice echoes in the large space.

König just stands there. His face stoic as he remines quiet.

“Was it with y/n?”

On Mother’s Day, you lie on your bed naked. Your arms above your head as you try to catch your breath from the hot shower you just took. That’s when you hear the doorbell. A long exhale escapes you as you struggle up to sitting position. Grabbing your fluffy blue robe, you cover yourself and walk towards the front door.

There König stands with a bouquet of pink roses and a bag in hand. You look up at him with shimmering eyes and a wide smile causing his heart to pick up pace. He extends his hand out to you.

“Für dich.”

You grasp the flowers by their stems and inspect them before returning your gaze to his. “They’re beautiful!” You step aside and hold the door open more. “Come on in.”

König crouches and enters your space. His eyes look around at the crib, still in its box and he makes a mental note to put it together for you sooner than later. The baby should be here in a month or so. He takes a seat on the end of the sofa and watches you sit.

“This is also for you.” He hands you the bag.

When you grab the bag, you pull out the tissue paper and place it beside you. There is a small black box at the bottom of the bag. You reach in and grab it, opening it slowly with a wide smile still on your face. Inside is a golden chain with a heart made with the birthstone of your childs due date and yours.

“Kö…you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. Plus, its your first Mother’s Day. It should be special.”

Placing the box on your lap you look up with him, tears in your eyes. “Thank you.” Your voice cracks while you try your best to hold back your emotions.

“Of course, Schatz.” König stands, walking to you and taking the necklace from the box. He walks behind you on the sofa to put the necklace on you.

You grab your hair and pull it up, exposing your neck to him. For a moment he looks at your soft skin and envisions himself kissing you. He quickly shakes that image from his mind, bending down slightly to put the jewelry on you. Your freshly washed hair smells strongly like tropical fruit and your skin like warm vanilla.

“There you are.” König smiles down at you, turning to look at the box in the corner. “Would you like for me to put that together for you?”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“It’s really no problem.” He says, pulling a pocket knife out and approaching the box. He cuts the tape and looks inside, pulling out the instructions. “It would be a simple task.”

“You’re too good to me, Kö. I don’t know where I’d be without you here.”

“How have you been feeling?” He asks as he kneels on the floor, pulling out the pieces he needs.

“Eh, I’ve been okay.” You lean back on the couch, exposing more of your thighs underneath your already short robe. “I feel like everything is running a marathon, I’m constantly out of breath. The hot flashes are unbearable. I feel like a giant whale.”

A small chuckle comes from König, his eyes darting to your legs for a split second. “You still look beautiful.”

“I don’t feel it.” You huff, resting your hands on your large belly. “I’ve also been so unbelievably horny, but I can barely reach myself anymore. It’s more work than it’s worth.” Once the words leave your mouth you can feel your face turn hot. For a moment you forgot you were speaking to the man you have a crush on, not just a close friend.

König puts down the wood in his hands and turns his head in your direction after hearing your comment. A small smirk on the corner of his lips as you admit that your body craves to be touched. “I’ve heard the hormones make you more…” he tries to think of a more subtle word other than horny. “excitable.”

“I—yeah. It’s true.” You look up at the ceiling for a moment. “Why do you help me so much?”

“I like to.” He replies simply as he continues to piece things together.

There is a lull of silence as he quietly works and you contemplate your next move. Is it worth possibly ruining a friendship? Does he like you or is he simply a kind soul? What if he thinks your pregnant body is unattractive?

No longer wishing to be in this awkward silence you stand up and approach him. König looks up, confused. Before he can say anything, you drop your robe.

His eyes widen as he looks at your body. Your breasts swollen with darkened areoles. Your belly large with a few stretch marks and a thin brown line down the center leading to the bush between your legs. He swallows before meeting your gaze again. Words escape him as he nods his head, standing to his feet.

König runs his finger tips down your arms before leaning in for a kiss. The moment your lips meet there is a spark between you both. His lips consume yours, breathing heavily through his nose as he trails down your chin to your neck. He lets his hands wander to your full breasts, gently tugging on your nipple.

You grab his waist and lead him back towards the couch, gently pushing him down. He sits and looks up at you once you pull back. His hands are quick to undo his pants, pulling them down to expose his hard cock. You look at it before looking back up to his eyes and straddling him.

“Wait—don’t you want me to eat you…” The words fall from his lips as he feels the tip of his cock enter your warm and wet cunt. His head falls back on the couch as his eyes lock with yours.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You whimper as you sit completely on his fat cock and begin to rock back and forth on him.

“Mein Gott….” König’s hands grab your thighs and squeezes them as he tries to allow you to remain in charge.

The feeling of his cock stretching you after months of not having human contact sends your body into euphoria. You begin to softly bounce, your breasts moving in motion with you. Underneath you can feel his hips meeting yours, his hands gradually sliding up to your hips to assist in movement.  Quickly, your body tires. Eyes meeting his you whimper, “I want you to fuck me.”

König nods eagerly. Wrapping his arms around you, assisting in resting you back on the couch. You’re the first pregnant woman he’s been with so there is a level of fear inside of him. He’s worried he would be too rough and hurt you.

His body positioned between you legs as you hold on back, he slowly slips himself back inside of you. Your body welcomes him so perfectly he lets out a quiet groan. Gently, he pulls his hips back and thrust into you. He watches you face intently waiting for any sign that you might be uncomfortable.

“Harder.” You demand.

“I don’t want to hurt—”

“You won’t. Fuck me, please.” You feel pathetic practically begging for him to ravish your body.

No words as König places one hand on the back of the sofa and the other on your leg. He begins to trust into you like a man starved for human touch. Your pussy so wet that your sweet cum begins to drip down onto the fabric beneath you. The look on his face changes from worry to a lustful haze.

“God yes!” You cry out. The sound of his hips slamming into yours ring out in the small living space. Your fingers dig into whatever you can grab as you feel a build up begin. A wave of ecstasy crashes over your body as a borderline scream leaves your mouth.  “Fucking…fuck!”

“Cum on my cock. Cum for me.” König demands as he relentlessly fucks you.

One of his hands moves from the couch to your large round belly, gently touching it as you tremble. Your pussy pulsating on his shaft. His balls tighten, a pressure building deep inside his loin. Watching your orgasm only beckons his own.

“Schatz.” The pet name comes out in a growl as he tries to control himself.

“Please cum inside of me.” You beg. “Please, I want you cum König.”

He’s in no position to deny you want you crave. His hips pause as he feels the pleasure overwhelm him. Your name falls from his lips as he looks deeply into your eyes, filling you with his cum. There is a moment of heavy breathing before he gently leans back and pulls out, sitting on the floor next to you on the couch.

“That was amazing.” You pant with a small smile on your lips. For once your body feels desirable and pleased.

“You…wow.” König says still trying to catch his breath.

You turn on your side and comb your fingers through his messy blond hair. His eyes close as he allows himself to enjoy the feeling of being pet by you. There are obvious conversations that need to be had, for now your both just relishing in the euphoria and peace of this very moment. After a few minutes pass König turns to kiss your lips. The kiss gentle and lingers.

As you walk in you look around the mostly empty home. It’s homely and filled with religious iconography. You turn, looking up to Father König as he walks closer to you. As nervous as you are, you’re trying to not show it.

“It’s cozy in here.”

“Thank you. Why don’t you have a seat and we can speak about why you’re here.” A million reasons as to why you’d stop by flood his mind. Was it something about home life? A possible boyfriend he doesn’t know about? The thought of you with another man makes his heart sink into his stomach, he prays that isn’t it.

You sit on the couch, on the middle cushion so that Father would have to sit next to you. “Well, it’s actually kind of embarrassing.” The words come out quietly as your fiddle with the hem of your dress.

“There is no need to be embarrassed. I’d never judge you.” Father König sits next to you, trying to make himself smaller so that his legs won’t brush up against yours.

A soft giggle leaves your lips, sounding like angels singing to his ears. His eyes drift down to your thighs. They look as if they would be so enjoyable to squeeze. The sound of your voice snaps his gaze back up to your own.

“I—I uh…” Your voice trails off as you feel your heart pounding in your chest. “I guess I have a secret that I’ve been holding on to for a long time.”

A simple nod encourages you to continue.

“I know that this is…odd. Wrong. But I just can’t stop how I feel.” Your eyes meet his, a look of longing in his gaze. “I have strong feelings for you.”

Deafening silence lingers in the air as Father feels a lump stick in his throat. His gaze, more intense. It’s as if he forgot how to breathe, a tingle in his groin growing by the second. All he can do is nod his head, trying to bite his tongue and admit that he feels the same way towards you.

“I’ve felt this way for a while. I know that this is wrong.” You look to him for any type of response but he remained quiet. “I’m sorry if I’ve said too much.”

“No—” His voice cracks, throat dry as a desert. “It’s normal. Humans... we can’t control how we feel.”

The tension in the room becoming even more undeniable. You gaze up at him, noticing his chest rising and falling quickly as he allows his eyes to drop down to your cleavage. Slowly he is losing self-control. Your confession, your proximity, the look in your eyes, the sweet smell of your sweat mixed with your perfume. With out any hesitation, you reach out and place your hand on his thigh. Waiting for his reaction.

König feels a wave of heat consume his body as you touch him. His cock becomes erect, straining against the fabric of his black slacks. He finally breaks his gaze away from your chest to look down at your thighs and back up to your face.

“Do you have feelings for me too?”

“I—” he gazes deeply into your eyes. “I shouldn’t.”

“But you do.” You move you hand up his thigh more, the large bulge in his pants impossible for you to not notice.

“I do.” König reaches out and places his hand on yours, stopping you from going any higher. “But I took an oath.”

“I know, but you’re human too. You deserve love and intimacy.”

The word intimacy causes him to let out a deep sigh. To be with you in the most primal of ways is all he has ever dreamed of. And here you are, offering yourself to him. He would be a fool to deny you, but also a fool to defy god.

“I shouldn’t.”

His hand moves from yours as he relaxes back into the couch even more. You take this as a sign to push the boundaries. Your hand slides up until you touch his erection, wrapping your hands around him and gently squeezing.

“We shouldn’t.” The words leave him weakly and unconvincingly. His hips instinctively push up, grinding into your palm.

“We should.” You release your grasp and move to straddle his lap.

The weight of you feels heavenly. His large hands move to your rear, cupping your ass and squeezing as he grinds into you. He looks into your eyes longingly, dropping his eyes to your plump lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You grab his jaw and lower your face to his, capturing his lips in a deep passionate kiss.

König moves one hand up your back, grasping your hair and holding you in place. His mouth opens against yours, pushing his tongue past your lips. Your saliva mixes together as his other hand moves from your ass to the front of your dress, cupping your breast before pulling down the fabric to expose your braless chest.

You lean back, breaking the kiss. Wasting no time König moves his attention to your breast. He wraps his lips around on nipple, sucking lightly on your hard nipple and tugging with his lips. With his hand he twirls your other between his thumb and pointer finger. You run your fingers through his hair, moaning softly as your experience this new pleasure.

“Father.” You whimper.

“Mmm.” He responds, lost in the feeling of your body.

When he pulls back, he looks up at you. “I need more.”

Watching you nod, he lifts you body and switches places with you on the couch. He watches as your dress lifts, exposing your cotton underwear. His hands move to his collar, tossing it aside before unbuttoning his shirt and pants. You reach behind you to unzip the tiny zipper holding your dress to you, allowing it to fall from your body.

“You’re beautiful.” He says as he pulls his boxer brief off. His cock springs free, showing off just how impressive his size is.

Your eyes linger for a moment as you wonder if it will be painful. Quickly the thought leaves you as he kneels before you, removing the dress from your body completely. His eyes roam over your body like a hungry animal. It’s been so long since he’s seen a woman like this, touched one. And now he has the privilege to have you.

“Let me show you pleasure.”

König grabs the hem of your underwear and pulls them down slowly. Freshly shaved, you came here with the intention of him seeing you like this. That thought only turns him on even more. He moves each of your legs to the side, letting the rest open allowing him full access to you.

Without saying a word, you watch as Father lowers his head between your legs. One small flick of the tongue directly on your clit causes your legs to twitch. Embarrassed, you close your eyes and drop your head back against the cushion of the couch.

König doesn’t notice your embarrassment. He is far too focused, in a dazed like state as he tastes the sweet, sweet creamy nectar that just touched his tongue. There are no other thoughts in his mind as he laps like a starved animal at the folds between your lips. Your moans consume his senses as his tongue makes small circles around your clit before sucking lightly. With one hand he moves to his cock, stroking it. He just wants to put it in you, but he knows he is your first and he has to get you relaxed and ready for him.

“Father.” You moan out as your right leg trembles uncontrollably. “Please.”

His head rises, looking directly at you with shinny lips. His eyes nearly black from how large his pupils have gotten. “You taste so sweet.” He looks back down at your glistening pussy. “Do you want to go…further?”

“Yes…”

“Are you sure?”

No words, only a nod.

There are no condoms. There would be no reason for a person like him to posses any. Aware of all the risk, König doesn’t even hesitate. For the last few years, you’re the only thing that has been getting him off. To be able to actually cum in your pussy seems almost too good to be true.

Kneeling before you, he pulls you down towards the edge of the couch more. He leans in to kiss along your stomach and back down to your pussy. Worshiping your body before he takes the precious gift he’s about to receive.

König grasps his cock in his hand, rubbing the tips between your lips to get it wet. The color of his bright pink tip next to your pussy is like art to him. He slips down, feeling his cock sink slightly. Instantly his eyes shoot up to meet yours. Checking your reaction to make sure you’re okay.

Each hand now grasping your thighs, he pushes them back towards you. You look at him with anticipation, not knowing what to expect. That’s when a sharp pain shoots through your body as you feel Father’s body meet with yours. A loud gasping moan leaves your mouth as your eyebrows pinch together.

“Mein Gott.” König moans out. He shoves all 9 inches of his cock inside of you at once. A greedy move, but he needs this. The expression on your face will forever live with him. Your virginity is his now.

He gently draws his hips back before pushing forward again. His fingers dig into the supple flesh of your thighs as he tries to control his pace. All he wants to do is mercilessly fuck you, let the primal beastly side of man consume him and ravish your whole body. But he knows he can’t—yet.

König looks down at his cock stretching your tight little cunt. A small trace amount of blood mixes with the creamy white color of your cum. He watches as he buries himself deep inside of you. The pain moans flowing from your lips are like little melodies.

“Father König… fuck.” Your hands reach out and hold your legs.

It’s been too long. As much as he tries to hold back, he can’t. His balls tighten as he locks eyes with you. A pathetic groan leaves him, followed by his cock throbbing inside of you as he cums. He can feel his face grow red with embarrassment, he didn’t even last five minutes.

“I’m sorry. It’s been so long and… you feel so amazing.” He mumbles as he leans forward to rest his head on your chest.

You comb your fingers through his hair and breathlessly reply, “I understand. It was still amazing.”

“Are you hurt?” His eyes close, enjoying the closeness.

“I’ll be okay.”

“You did so well for your first time.” He kisses your breasts, up to your neck. “I want to do this again.”

“I do too.”

You place your much smaller and softer hand in his palm, enjoying the feeling of his swallowing yours. “Hello Father König.”

His pale blue eyes focus on your lips, watching as your bit the lower one as you smile up at him. It takes all his will not avoid looking down your dress and stare at your breasts. Of course, he understands this is wrong. Not only is he nearly twice your age, but he’s also your trusted Priest. There are some boundaries that can’t be crossed, and he’s done so well at self-restraint; today will not be the day he fails.

“How have you been, Dear?”

“I’m much better now that I’m here.”

König chuckles softly. It’s been so long that he’s interacted with a woman outside of a Fatherly position that he doesn’t recognize if you’re flirting or just a high charisma woman. Either way, he relishes in all of the attention you give him. “I’m always happy to see your smiling face.”

Before you could talk more, he turns away to greet the Smith family. You watch with some jealousy as he shakes the middle-aged woman’s hand. Clearing your throat, you turn and walk inside with your parents to find a seat. For König it’s almost a relief that he has to speak to others. There is no saying what would come out of his mouth if left alone with you.

The church is stuffy. You’re forced to put on a fake smile as old people you don’t even know the name of come up to you and express how happy they are to see you. As if they didn’t just see you last week. You turn in your seat to see if you can find Father, eager for the service to start. Finally, the doors close and he walks in.

Father König notices you. The way you turn back and lock eyes with him gives him butterflies every time, but he tries to act as if he didn’t notice your stare. He lets his eyes drift away to the cross above his alter, keeping his focus there. There is a burning feeling on his back as he walks past you, he can feel your eyes desperately trying to imagine what his 6’10 muscular frame looks like underneath his robes.

As he kneels it’s hard to ignore the way the flowy robes seem to cling to his wide back. Your mind wandering to what it would be like to look down into his icy blue eyes as he kneels before you, his wide tongue desperately parting your lips as he savors the taste of the sweetness between your legs. You shift in your seat, crossing your legs tightly to feel a wave of pleasure pulse through you.

Father König stands, opening his bible. His eyes shoot up to meet yours for a split second, the feelings between you both are too magnetic to ignore, yet he must. The way the skirt of your dress falls up your thigh, exposing your soft delicate skin causing a tingle in his loin. It’s been so, so long since he’s been able to feel the tender flesh of a woman, and there you are. The ultimate test of his faith.

The alter boys pour wine, preparing for the holy Eucharist. Father König steps away to grab the small plate of wafers. You stand, eager to get in line. As the line gets shorter, Father notices you getting closer and closer. Deep breathes and the reminder of being in the home of the lord helping keep his thoughts at bay, but then here you are.

“The body of Christ.” His voice breaks in a quiet whisper as he watches you open your full lips and stick your pink tongue out.

You never break eye contact as you listen to his words. Like a good little pet, you stand there with your mouth open, ready to receive but wishing it were more. There is a look in his eyes, maybe lust? As he looks down at your mouth and gently places the wafer on your tongue. Your lips close around his thumb. For that split second you enjoy the feeling of his skin on yours before he pulls away quickly.

The look in your eyes is tantalizing, drawing him in. It’s the way you look up at him as he towers over you, so innocent yet so ready to be touched. Begging for touch. His eyes drift back down to your mouth as he places the wafer on your tongue. The sticky gloss on your lips touches his thumb as your close your mouth. The wet warmth consuming him, causing his mind to wander off again. How amazing your full lips would look and feel wrapped around his cock.

“Amen.” He manages to say as he pulls his hand away quickly.

There is a pit of shame forming in his stomach. He can’t stand this any longer. The way he would have ravished your body when he was in his 20’s. You would have been his and his alone.

Back alone in his room, he stripes off his clothing. Piece by piece they fall to the floor. The thoughts in his mind running a million miles an hour. It’s all you. Every thought. He stands in front of his mirror, looking at his body. His cock stands fully erect, begging to be touched.

“Fuck this…” König growls under his breath as he turns to his small bed, laying down and closing his eyes.

König hands wrap around his cock, slowly stroking it causing a pathic whimper to fall from his mouth. He imagines you there. Your breasts pouring out of your dress as your straddle him, slowly sinking his thick cock into your virgin pussy. The look on your face a mix of euphoria and pain as you accept him. His hips buck up into you, making every inch of his 9inch cock stretch your cunt.

“Take it…” He whispers, abs tensing up as he moves his hand quicker. “So tight…”

A loud bang on the front door pulls König from his day dream, causing his to quickly sit up. Annoyance flows through him; he was so close. Quickly, he stands and dresses into his black slacks and button up shirt, placing his collar back before walking towards the front door. He pulls the door open without looking to see who it is, assuming it’s someone needing to speak to him about problems.

It's you. Hands held behind your back with a small mischievous smirk on your lips.

“Y/n.”

“Father, may I come in?”

“Yours?”

“Mine.” The words vibrate in a low growl as he drops his head to your level. 

“König, I just like to feel sexy.”

“Why must you be half naked to feel that way?”

“I’m not half naked—”

Your words are abruptly interrupted as König pulls your head back to look him in the eyes. His pale blue eyes shining with a dangerous look as his nostrils flare. “I can see all of your legs, your back, your breasts…nearly falling out of the top.” He allows his gaze to fall to your breast before looking back at you. “Everything that is mine…” 

You watch as his hands eagerly grasp at your breasts, squeezing, before swatting his hands away. The same look of angry fire possesses his eyes as he glares down at you. 

“I don’t feel like being touched.”

“I didn’t ask.”

König lifts you with one arm wrapped around your waist and marches off with you. With all of your might you hit and scratch at his pale flesh, leaving red marks in their wake; yet he does not let go of you. Instead, he tosses you on to the bed hard enough you can feel the wind get knocked out of you. Before you’re even able to turn to shout at him, he grabs your neck and pushes your face further into the soft silky sheets. You can feel your dress being lifted to expose your black thong being swallowed whole by your plump ass. A stinging burn travels across your flesh as you let out a muffled scream from the hard spanking König beings to give you. 

A small smirk crosses his lips, eyes glued to the way your supple flesh dances in response to every hit. His massive hands leave flaming red marks behind on your skin, some areas threatening to bruise. “This is mine.” He stops the assault to grope and grab a handful of you, the hurt skin warm to the touch. 

As his eyes travel over your body, he allows his fingers to dip lower. Two fingers press against the scarce bit of fabric that covers your pussy and begins to rub. You jerk your hips, annoyed with König and not wanting to be touched; but he ignores your small protest. You need to learn a lesson. 

With his other hand, he grasps a handful of your hand and pulls your head back. Small wet marks stain the fabric from where you’ve been crying and your breathing is staggered. Puffy eyes and lips, you look beautiful. 

“König, stop!”

“Nein. You belong to me and need to be punished.”

Without warning, König shoves his two thick fingers past the thin fabric and slips himself into your tight little cunt. You’re already soaked from the feeling of him teasing you. The feeling of your velvety walls wrapped tightly around his fingers makes his cock throb with envy in his pants constraints. 

Slowly, he slips them out before pushing back in. The slick sound is like music to his ears. “Say you belong to me.”

“Mm…” You attempt to protest before being hit with another wave of full body electric pleasure. 

“Say it.” König demands once more as he tightens his grip on your hair, pumping his fingers in and out of you quicker. 

“Ah- I…” Your voice trails off as your eyes flutter back. 

“Say it…” He repeats while watching at the way your soft face contorted in pleasure.

Your slick is dripping down his fingers onto his palm and making a small pool on the bed. The girth of his fingers alone is enough to drive you to pure ecstasy. You arch your back slightly as your legs begin to tremble. 

“I want your cock.” You whimper, nearly a whisper mixed into your cries of pleasure. 

“Tell me you belong to you.” While he wants to deny you further to punish you, he can’t deny the fire that’s burning deep inside of him. He wants to be in you. 

“I belong—”

The words barely leave your mouth before König turns you over to lay on your back. You gasp from the sudden movement and look up at him as he fumbles with the button and zipper on his pants. Without a care, he rips open his button up shirt and yanks his pants off. A bead of precum drips from the head of his cock. 

Königs grabs your legs and pulls you to him as if you were a weightless sex doll. Your legs draped over his arms and spread wide apart. His hips thrust forward slightly, letting the sensitive head of his cock glide across your slick as he lets out a deep groan. 

The moment your eyes meet, he shoves himself inside of you. To be able to see as a burst of pleasure crashes down over you as you feel his meaty fat cock stretch your tiny pussy. A pathetic high pitched cry leaves your lips as König rolls his hips back and forward again into you. The instant pleasure left you in a daze, not even angry as you watch his hands move to rip the top of your dress open, exposing yourself to him completely. 

Addicted to the way you move, your breasts swaying in motion and hands gripping the sheets all around you, König can’t get enough of you. Your slick drips down his tight balls with every thrust forward. The jealous nature of his arousal has him acting like an animal; ruthlessly thrusting himself into you knowing your pussy struggles to accept him whole. 

“You’re mine.” König growls. “Mine to fuck, mine to breed, mine to own.” 

“Yes! I’m yours…I’m yours!” 

“You look so fucking stupid!” Horangi nearly falls off of his chair. 

König says nothing just walking in with a velvety sack over his shoulder. He walks up to Horangi and simply pushes his head to the side in anger. “Shut up.” He hisses. 

You sit there giggling softly. König notices, blushing softly. He clears his throat trying to push down the butterflies he always gets when he’s near you. Walking past you, he sits on an empty chair and leans back. 

Most people in the room go back to their small conversations, but you, with the courage of heavily spiked eggnog, stand from your seat and make your way over to König. He looks up at you with a surprised look on his face. Before he can say anything to you, you sit on his lap and place an arm around his shoulder. 

“Hey there, Santa.”

“Hallo…” König’s voice cracks as he looks into your glimmering eyes. 

Horangi looks at you sitting on his lap with astonishment. 

“Am I on the naughty or nice list this year?” You ask giggling. 

That giggle. 

“You…” his eyes unintentionally drop to the curve of your breasts, “are on the nice list.” 

“Am I?” You reach out and tug on his beard, lightly letting it snap back against his face. 

“Ja…”

König can feel his cock beginning to grow erect as you wiggle on his lap slightly. The side of your leg rubbing against the crotch of his red Santa pants. His heart thumps in his chest as he tries his best to act unaffected by your presence. 

“That’s a shame. I wanted to be on the naughty list.”

“Why would you want that?” He asks, chuckling slightly. 

You giggle at the sound of his nervous chuckle. The light in the room makes his pale blue eyes shimmer in yours. His cock twitches slightly, bumping your leg and causing your attention to drift downwards. 

“Maybe I wanted Santa to punish me.”

“Punish you?”

“Punish me.” You lean closer to him as you speak, the smell of the alcohol on your lips wafts to his nose. 

König stands, grasping the plump flesh on your ass and hips, fingers digging in, as his hips ram into yours at a quick pace. His red pants dropped and resting around his ankles. Your loud drunken moans fill the room as your breasts bounce free from your blouse.

“Naughty girl.” König growls as his wide palm comes down to spank your ass, leaving a red mark in its wake. 

“Fuck yes! Punish me with your fat cock!” You cry out as you feel the stinging burn from the slap. 

“Perfect fucking ass…” Is all you’re able to understand before König begins to speak in German. Telling you how long he’s been wanting to feel you wrapped around his cock, see you underneath him. 

A smile crosses your face as your body feels as if it’s floating on a cloud of pure ecstasy. You can feel yourself drop down the side of your leg each time his cock pulls out before pulling a pathetic moan from you once he buries himself back inside of you. Your head turns to look at him, the Santa beard barely even in his face, exposing his scarred handsome face. His eyes meet yours and he simply smirks before grasping a handful of your hair and forcing your face down.