Ovulation
Part 1
Oh.
This is when König completely loses it, despite all his iron self-control.
He always wants you badly, but on these days — it’s pure madness.
*“She smells… different. Even sweeter. I’ll go insane if I don’t taste her.”*
At home he barely gives you any space. He presses you against the wall, the table, the fridge. His large hands immediately slip under your clothes, his nose burying into your neck as he takes deep breaths, savoring every inhale. As a kinesthetic, touch and scent are what matter most to him — the texture of your skin, the warmth, that sweet, seductive aroma that makes his vision blur.
Liebling stands at the stove, stirring cherry filling for a pie in a saucepan. König enters the kitchen, walks up behind her, and wraps his massive arms around her. He rests his head on top of hers, buries his nose in her hair, and inhales deeply.
You immediately feel how hard he is, pressing against you from behind.
His palms slowly slide under your t-shirt. One settles on your stomach, the other moves higher and cups your breast, gently but greedily squeezing it in his large hand. He lets out a quiet growl of pleasure and presses even closer.
“Liebling…” his voice is low and husky.
You keep stirring, though it’s getting harder to focus.
“It needs constant stirring,” you warn, “otherwise it’ll burn.”
He endures. Breathing heavily into your hair, he caresses your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers, while his other hand slides lower down your stomach. But his patience quickly runs out.
“How much longer?” he asks impatiently in a husky whisper right next to your ear. “When will it be ready?”
“Almost ready…” you breathe out, already feeling like you’re melting like chocolate in the heat.
As soon as you say it, König reaches out and confidently turns off the stove, immediately dropping to his knees.
“Liebling… you’re fertile right now… I can feel it. So sweet…” he whispers hoarsely, even though he’s already pulling your panties down.
