expanding on a delicious thought from the discord...
warnings: toxic!reader (but König loves it), noncon-to-dubcon-to-consensual, gangbang, multiple females x one male, mommy kink ofc, bondage, blindfolds, cbt, overstimulation, very minor ass play, pathetic König, loser König, freak4freak, offhand mention of kidnapping
You have a lot of female friends, women you'd kill for and who would die for you, just true sisters. So when it comes time for your bachelorette party, you know it will be one to remember.
They know all your deepest, darkest secrets, your fantasies and the things you get up to with your mountain of a fiancé. They also know there's one fantasy you haven't told him about, and they're intent on making it happen... even if it means organizing the kidnapping of an extremely dangerous, 6'10" mercenary.
The mercenary, who is your fiancé, will forgive them once he sees what's in store, they're sure.
That's how König finds himself blindfolded and bound to a chair, a vibrating plug in his ass and his cock rock hard and weeping precome from the torture it's been put through for the last hour. He's surrounded by giggling women, though none have said a word, just tormented him by keeping the vibrator on its highest setting while they slap his cock around and dig their sharp nails into the sensitive head. A couple of them have ridden him already, most of them have taken him in their mouth and given him sloppy, teeth-filled blowjobs, and though physically, it's felt good, mentally, he's been in anguish, convinced that if he comes, it will count as cheating on you and you'll leave him when you find out. He's refused to give in, but his balls are heavy and aching, his cock is terribly sore, and he's struggling to breathe around his sobs. He's begging for you, trying to tell these women he has a beautiful fiancé already and that they need to let him go so he can get back to you, but they don't listen. He's half delusional after three hours, sure that he can smell you nearby, but he knows it's just his mind conjuring up your scent to try and comfort him. At least that's what he thinks until the smell grows stronger and your familiar, tight, wet heat sinks down onto him, welcoming his red, bruised--maybe even bleeding, he can't quite tell with the blindfold--cock home.
"Mama!" He cries, letting his face drop to your chest and nuzzle against your breasts, as he seeks out your nipple. When he finds it, he immediately begins to suckle, still sobbing and hiccuping, staining your soft skin with tears and snot. He wails as you dig your nails into his balls while you ride him mercilessly, cumming again and again and again as all that pent up arousal pours out of him. He latches onto your nipple with his teeth when you finally move to pull away, his hands still tied behind his back, and you laugh--that sweet, condescending laugh he loves so much and that makes his spent cock jump inside you--and kiss his forehead, settling back into his lap.
"Good job, girls," you tell his torturers, and he realizes suddenly why their giggles sounded familiar. Your friends, they're your ride or die girl group that threatened to cut off his own dick and choke him on it if he ever hurt you. His head spins, confused, a little betrayed, but mostly relieved. He thinks this must have been some sort of test, but that he's passed... and that's all that matters to him. He switches to your other breast and starts suckling with renewed fervor, using your nipple as a pacifier like he has so many times before. "He's so pretty when he's broken, isn't he?"
Your friends laugh as he blushes, humiliated and yet proud at the same time. The more he thinks about what's happened, with this new context, the more aroused it makes him. His soft cock tries to stir to life inside your cunt, but he's too exhausted, and it gives up after a valiant effort. Clearly, you feel it, because you laugh at him, and so do your friends, and then you squeeze your pussy around him and oh fuck, fucking fuck, he-- he's gonna--
He comes dry for the first time in his life.
