#imperi

the hotel corridor was empty when you slipped through the hallway. a well practised ritual by now. no one noticed you turning into gunther’s hotel room, no one ever did.

he was already waiting. his broad frame filled the chair, relaxed in posture but eyes dark and sharp the moment they landed on you. that look alone made your stomach twist with heat.

"close the door" he ordered, his deep accent curling around the words.

you obeyed instantly, dropping your bag before climbing into his lap. his large hands gripped your waist like you were something he owned, which, in truth, you were. his mouth crashed to yours, fierce and demanding, your fingers tangling in his short hair as his tongue claimed you.

it wasn’t long before he pushed you against his desk, hiking up your skirt with a growl. "always so eager, hm?" he teased, one hand pressing into your back to arch you for him. you whimpered when you felt him grinding against you, the sound swallowed by the thick, charged silence of the room.

and then, the door opened.

you froze, eyes going wide as you whipped your head toward the entrance.

ludwig kaiser stood there, equally frozen, his eyes widening at the sight of you bent over gunther’s desk, skirt rucked up, lips swollen. his mouth opened, closed again, clearly stunned.

"gunther, i"

"close the door."

the command was sharp, absolute. gunther’s voice brooked no argument.

"what?" ludwig stammered, still gripping the door handle, caught between flight and compliance.

gunther’s hand curled around your hip, possessive and calm as if he’d orchestrated this moment all along. his gaze didn’t waver from ludwig’s.

"you see her, don’t you?" his tone was low, dangerous. "she’s mine. and if she belongs to me, ludwig, then she belongs to us."

your breath caught, shame and heat colliding inside your chest. you tried to cover yourself, tugging at your skirt, but gunther’s grip tightened, holding you in place.

"gunther" you whispered, voice shaking.

"nein" he cut you off, dragging you back against him, his breath hot against your ear. "don’t hide. let him look."

ludwig swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing as his gaze flickered helplessly between your face and the way gunther was holding you. his knuckles were white on the door handle.

"shut it, ludwig," gunther ordered again, tone calm but brooding with finality. "you’re not leaving."

for a moment, the air seemed suspended, ludwig’s hesitation stretched tight. and then, with a sharp inhale, he pushed the door shut and turned the lock.

gunther smirked. his hand slid down your thigh, slow and deliberate, while his eyes never left ludwig’s.

"good boy."

you could barely breathe, your chest rising and falling quickly as Gunther’s grip held you flush against him. the heat of his body anchored you, but your eyes stayed locked on ludwig, his face flushed, uncertain, eyes darting everywhere but never quite able to leave you.

gunther’s voice cut through the thick silence, low and commanding.

"come closer."

ludwig froze. "gunther"

"that wasn’t a request." gunther’s lips brushed the shell of your ear as he spoke, sending a shiver straight down your spine. his tone dropped even deeper, weighted with that quiet authority ludwig never dared defy. "i said, closer."

slowly, ludwig stepped forward, every movement stiff with hesitation. you whimpered softly when gunther’s hand squeezed your thigh, reminding you who held you in place.

"look at her" gunther ordered, dragging the hem of your skirt even higher until the cool air of the locker room kissed your bare skin. "tell me what you see."

ludwig swallowed, throat bobbing as his eyes raked over you, flushed, panting, trembling under gunther’s hold. "she’s beautiful."

gunther smirked against your cheek, the praise only making you squirm more. "of course she is. she’s mine."

his other hand slid between your thighs, just enough to make your breath catch. "but tonight, you will learn what it means to have a piece of what belongs to me."

your head snapped toward him, eyes wide. "gunther"

"hush" he growled softly, cutting off your protest with a firm squeeze at your hip. His gaze flicked back to ludwig. "touch her."

ludwig hesitated.

"now." the word cracked through the air like a whip.

trembling, ludwig raised a hand. his fingers hovered, almost afraid to make contact, until gunther tightened his hold on you, forcing a small moan past your lips. that sound broke ludwig’s restraint, his palm came to rest against your arm, then slowly down to your waist.

gunther’s grin widened. "good. softer. she likes that."

your body betrayed you, arching into ludwig’s hesitant touch, a whimper slipping free. gunther chuckled, deep and satisfied.

"you feel how warm she is? how much she needs to be touched?" gunther murmured, dragging his own hand higher between your thighs until you gasped. his voice stayed calm, instructional, like he was teaching ludwig a lesson. "you will learn how to worship her properly. but always under my command."

ludwig’s breathing grew heavier, his touch more confident as his hand slid up your side, inching dangerously close to your breast. you whimpered again, caught between two very different energies: gunther’s unyielding control and ludwig’s hesitant reverence.

gunther’s hand stilled between your legs, just enough pressure to make you shudder but not enough to give relief. "do you like this, liebling?" he asked against your ear. "both of us touching you?"

your voice cracked, desperate. "y-yes"

"say it louder. make him hear it."

"yes!" you cried, hips twitching against his hand.

gunther’s smirk turned feral, his eyes locking on ludwig’s. "good. then we’ll give her more."

gunther’s grip on you was unrelenting, his chest pressed hard against your back while one massive hand cupped your throat in that terrifyingly controlled way that made you melt. he kept you steady, pinned in place like you were nothing but his prized possession, because to him, you were.

"on your knees" he barked at ludwig without even glancing at him.

ludwig hesitated, his breath uneven. but the weight of gunther’s stare finally pushed him down until he knelt between your parted thighs. from this angle, his eyes couldn’t avoid the damp evidence of your arousal clinging to your skin. His face flushed crimson.

"look at her" gunther growled, his hand sliding down your belly, pushing your skirt fully out of the way. "she’s soaked. all because i told you to touch her."

you whimpered, heat blooming in your cheeks, but gunther only tightened his hand around your hip, keeping you open and on display.

"now", gunther’s tone dropped, dark and commanding, "put your mouth on her. taste what i own."

ludwig’s eyes widened, lips parting in shock, but one sharp look from gunther left him no choice. slowly, hesitantly, he leaned forward until his mouth brushed your inner thigh. you gasped at the ghost of contact, thighs trembling.

gunther’s chuckle rumbled against your ear. "don’t tease her. do it properly."

the moment ludwig’s tongue slid against your soaked folds, your whole body jolted. a broken moan tumbled from your lips, head falling back onto gunther’s shoulder. the contrast was dizzying, ludwig’s careful, reverent licks paired with gunther’s unyielding, possessive grip.

"good" gunther purred, pressing his palm harder against your lower belly to hold you still. "do you hear her, ludwig? that sound is what you’re doing. don’t stop until she’s begging."

your fingers clawed at gunther’s arm, desperate for release, but he only smirked down at you. "such a needy little thing. you want to come, liebling?"

"yes" you gasped, your voice trembling.

gunther squeezed your throat lightly, cutting off your air just enough to make you dizzy. "then tell him. make him work for it."

your legs shook as ludwig’s mouth worked harder, his tongue pressing deeper, desperate to obey both you and gunther. you could barely think, your voice raw as you cried out, "please, ludwig! don’t stop, please make me come!"

the growl that rumbled in gunther’s chest vibrated straight into your bones. he was pleased.

"that’s it" he praised, his other hand finally slipping between your thighs, his thick fingers joining ludwig’s mouth to stroke you with ruthless precision. the sudden combination shattered you, your hips bucking helplessly as your orgasm crashed through you, loud moans spilling into the room.

gunther held you down through it, his grip iron-tight as he forced you to ride the wave until you were trembling and broken in ludwig’s mouth. only then did he pull ludwig back by the hair, making him look up with your wetness glistening on his lips.

"see?" gunther said coldly, tilting ludwig’s face up to him. "she comes when i allow it. you are only an extension of my will."

his lips brushed your temple as he added in a possessive growl, "and next, ludwig, you’ll learn how to fuck her exactly the way i say."

gunther dragged ludwig back by the hair until he was kneeling beside the bed, his flushed face inches from where you lay spread out. your chest still rose and fell in shaky gasps from your orgasm, thighs damp and trembling. but gunther wasn’t about to let you rest.

"you touched her. you tasted her" gunther said, his voice sharp, commanding. "but you don’t take what belongs to me. that’s my privilege."

ludwig swallowed hard, nodding, though his eyes kept flicking down between your legs.

gunther scoffed, tightening his grip on ludwig’s jaw, forcing him to look at your face instead. "watch her. watch what it looks like when she’s fucked properly."

then gunther was on you, looming over your body like a predator. his large hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide. his cock, already flushed and thick, slapped against your slick folds, smearing you with more of your own arousal.

"liebling" he growled down at you, voice softening just enough to make your chest ache. "you’ve been patient. you’ve begged. now you’ll take every inch."

you whimpered, already dazed, but nodded desperately. "please, gunther, i need you."

the corner of his mouth twitched in approval. without warning, he thrust forward, burying himself inside you in one long, brutal stroke. the stretch made you cry out, your nails raking down his back. he didn’t stop, didn’t give you a moment to adjust , he simply filled you, claimed you, until his hips met yours.

"scheibe" gunther hissed, his forehead pressing against yours as he held you there, impaled on him. "so tight. so small around me. you were made for this cock, weren’t you?"

"yes!" you sobbed, clinging to him, your walls fluttering helplessly.

gunther grinned darkly before turning his head toward ludwig, who hadn’t looked away for even a second. "do you see, ludwig? this is how you ruin a woman. not with hesitation. with control."

then he started moving. his thrusts were deep, merciless, driving the air from your lungs. each time his hips slammed into you, your body jolted, your cries echoing in the room. your belly bulged faintly with his size, the outline pressing against your skin.

gunther noticed instantly. his hand slid down, pressing hard against your stomach. "look at that. she’s so full she shows it here." he turned your head with a firm grip on your chin, forcing you to look down. "watch yourself stretch around me, liebling. show ludwig what perfection looks like."

tears pricked your eyes at the overwhelming sensation, but the sound of gunther’s gravelly praise only pulled you higher. "you take me so well" he growled. "so obedient. so beautiful when you’re mine."

you sobbed his name, clenching around him, your body on fire. gunther’s thrusts only grew harsher, his heavy hand never leaving the swell in your belly. he angled your hips, dragging his cock against that perfect spot until you were shaking apart under him, your orgasm tearing through you again in a wave of broken cries.

"good girl" he groaned, holding you down as you writhed, his own hips snapping faster. "take it. take my cock like you’re meant to."

when he finally spilled into you, the force of it made your whole body quake. gunther collapsed against your chest for a moment, panting against your skin. but then he sat back, still seated inside you, and looked at ludwig with a sharp smirk.

"she’s ready for you now. you’ll use her exactly how i tell you, or you won’t use her at all."

your body was still trembling, your chest rising and falling in frantic waves as you tried to catch your breath. gunther didn’t let you. he stayed seated inside you, thick and heavy, keeping you stretched full as if to remind you of who owned every inch.

then his gaze slid back to ludwig, still kneeling obediently by the bed, his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers. his flushed face was tight with restraint, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

gunther smirked, his hand still firm on your stomach. "you’ve watched long enough, ludwig. now you’ll touch."

ludwig’s eyes widened, but he nodded quickly, scrambling forward.

"not there" gunther snapped when ludwig’s hand hovered near your thighs. he caught ludwig’s wrist in his massive hand and redirected it, pressing his palm flat over your breast instead. "start here. worship her. she belongs to me, and i decide how you touch her."

"yes, gunther", ludwig whispered, voice hoarse.

his fingers trembled as they cupped your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. you arched into his touch with a needy whimper, your body hypersensitive, aching for more stimulation. ludwig bent his head, lips parting as he drew your nipple into his mouth.

your cry made gunther’s cock twitch inside you, a low growl leaving his throat. his hand tangled roughly in ludwig’s hair, holding him there. "good. lick her. make her cry for you. but remember" his voice dipped into a dangerous purr, "she’ll always cry louder for me."

gunther rolled his hips inside you, slow and deliberate, and you gasped, clutching at ludwig’s shoulders as his mouth worked your chest. the contrast of gunther’s deep stretch inside you and ludwig’s eager lips on your skin made your body tremble violently.

"please" you whined, your head falling back against the pillow. "need more…"

gunther chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your ear as he leaned in. "you hear that, ludwig? she begs like a good little whore. and we reward obedience."

finally, gunther pulled out of you, the sudden emptiness making you cry out. he gripped Ludwig by the chin, forcing him to look up at him.

"take off your clothes. now."

ludwig obeyed instantly, shedding every piece until he stood naked before gunther, flushed and desperate.

gunther spread your legs wide, exposing you to both men. he tapped the thick head of his cock against your swollen folds, smearing you with his release. "she’s still full of me. you’ll push it deeper. you’ll keep her stuffed just like this."

you whimpered at his words, heat flooding your cheeks.

gunther grinned down at you, dark and proud, before turning his head slightly toward ludwig. "go on. claim her. but only because i allow it."

ludwig hesitated, looking between you and gunther for reassurance. gunther’s grip tightened on his neck, steady and commanding.

"do it."

ludwig climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over yours as his cock brushed against your soaked entrance. your hands slid to his shoulders instinctively, grounding yourself as you met his eyes.

"please, ludwig" you whispered, tears gathering at the corners of your lashes.

that was all the permission he needed. with a shaky groan, ludwig pushed inside you, the stretch sharp and overwhelming after gunther’s brutal claiming.

gunther’s hand never left ludwig’s throat, guiding him as he thrust forward. "good. that’s it. slow. deep. let her feel it."

you cried out, clinging to ludwig as he filled you, his hips moving with tentative strokes under gunther’s watchful control.

gunther smirked, leaning down close to your ear as you writhed between them. "you’re mine, liebling. even when ludwig fucks you, even when he makes you scream, you’ll never forget whose permission it took."

your body was already strung out, trembling between the slow, deliberate thrusts ludwig gave under gunther’s hand. you gasped for breath, nails dragging down his back, but your eyes stayed locked on the massive figure beside you. gunther’s gaze never left yours, steady, dark, and utterly possessive.

"good girl", gunther rumbled, his hand still gripping ludwig’s throat as if controlling both of you at once. "but we’re not finished yet."

you whined, shaking your head weakly. "can’t, i can’t take more"

gunther’s smirk deepened, his other hand stroking down your trembling thigh before lifting it wide open. "oh, liebling, you’ll take everything i give you. and you’ll thank me for it."

ludwig’s thrust faltered at gunther’s words, and he looked up at him with wide eyes. "gunther"

"silence." gunther’s command was sharp, immediate. he tightened his grip on ludwig’s throat until he whimpered. "you’ll keep her full. i’ll make sure she’s ruined."

you barely had time to process before gunther shifted behind you on the bed. His large hands hooked under your hips, dragging you into position so ludwig stayed buried deep inside your soaked cunt. the thick head of gunther’s cock pressed against your other entrance, and your eyes went wide.

"gunther!" you gasped, panic and arousal crashing together in your chest.

"shh" he soothed, his voice deceptively gentle against your ear. "i’ll take it slow. you can do it, princess. you’re mine. you were made to take me."

ludwig whimpered as he felt gunther’s cock pushing forward, stretching you open inch by inch. your hands clutched desperately at ludwig’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin as your body burned with the intrusion.

ludwig groaned, his own hips jerking helplessly as your walls squeezed him tighter around gunther’s invasion.

you sobbed out loud, the overwhelming fullness making your vision blur. "too much, too much, gunther, i can’t"

"yes, you can." his voice was a growl, hot against your ear. his massive hand pressed firmly over your stomach, forcing you to feel the bulge forming inside. "you feel that? that’s us breaking you open. taking every part of you. ludwig in your pretty little cunt, me in your ass, you’re ours."

when gunther finally sank all the way in, you screamed, a raw, broken sound, as your body shuddered violently between them. both men groaned in unison at the sensation of you stretched impossibly tight around them.

"scheisse" ludwig gasped, sweat dripping from his forehead as he struggled to keep from losing control. "she’s so tight"

gunther smirked, pulling back and thrusting forward, forcing your body to take the brutal rhythm. "of course she is. because she belongs to me. and i share only when i say so."

your cries turned to high-pitched moans as both men moved inside you, their thrusts syncing until you were nothing but a trembling mess caught between them. every push made your belly bulge under gunther’s heavy hand, every drag of their cocks against your walls sending white-hot shocks of pleasure through your overstimulated body.

"say it" gunther demanded, his voice like steel. "say who you belong to."

"you, ahh! gunther, i'm yours! i'm yours!" you sobbed, tears spilling down your cheeks as ludwig moaned at your words.

gunther’s dark laugh filled the room as he thrust harder, relentless. "good girl. now scream for us."

and you did, your body convulsing violently as your climax tore through you, your walls fluttering desperately around ludwig as gunther fucked you through it. both men groaned in approval, ludwig spilling inside you with a broken cry while gunther kept going, ruthless, making sure you felt every ounce of what it meant to be claimed by them both.

the room smelled of sweat and sex, heavy with the lingering heat of everything the three of you had just done. your body collapsed bonelessly against ludwig’s chest, trembling and slick with sweat. Your throat ached from screaming, your thighs quivered violently, and your skin still burned from the bruising grip of gunther’s hands.

for a long moment, there was only silence, just the sound of three ragged breaths in unison.

then, a warm hand smoothed over your back. gentle. careful. it was ludwig. his lips brushed your temple, his voice quiet and tender in contrast to the way he’d just been used.

"shh, liebling" he whispered, brushing damp hair from your face. "breathe. you did so well. you’re perfect."

you whimpered faintly, clinging tighter to him. your body was sore, stuffed, and still stretched, but his softness steadied you.

behind you, gunther shifted, his large frame looming but no longer threatening. instead of another brutal thrust, his hand slid down your back and cupped your hip, grounding you.

"open your eyes" he commanded, not harsh, but firm. you obeyed weakly, blinking up at him through tears. his gaze was steady, sharp even now. but when he spoke, there was something softer laced beneath the gravel in his tone.

"you pleased me" he said simply. his thumb stroked a slow circle against your hip. "both of you did."

ludwig exhaled like he’d been holding his breath the whole time, nuzzling into your damp hair. gunther allowed the moment, his hand still pressed to you like an anchor.

you tried to speak, but your throat cracked, voice breaking into a hoarse whimper. gunther caught it instantly. with a tilt of his chin, he gestured at ludwig.

"water. now."

ludwig nodded immediately, easing you gently onto the bed before slipping away to fetch it. gunther remained beside you, watching as you shifted slightly on the sheets, whimpering at the soreness between your legs. his massive hand pressed lightly to your thigh, holding you in place.

"don’t move yet. you’ll hurt yourself" he instructed, voice low. "you need to rest."

when ludwig returned, he held the glass carefully to your lips. gunther’s hand stayed firm at your side, keeping you steady as you sipped. the water was cool, soothing, and you let out a tiny hum as you drank.

"there" ludwig murmured, setting the glass aside and crawling back beside you. he kissed your cheek softly, brushing more hair from your face. "better?"

you nodded faintly, though your body was still trembling. gunther watched, expression unreadable, then leaned closer.

his fingers caught your chin, tilting your face up. "you endured everything i gave you" he said, slow and deliberate. "that makes you mine, liebling. ours. do you understand?"

your lips trembled as you nodded, a soft, broken, "yes, gunther."

satisfied, he brushed his thumb briefly across your swollen bottom lip, gentler than he’d been all night, before pulling back. "good girl."

the two men tucked you between them, ludwig’s arms winding protectively around you while gunther’s heavy hand stayed at your hip, reminding you exactly who was still in control.