#rotten-drabbles-cod

König had taken a mostly normal form so as to not scare her on their 12th date. Yes, twelfth. She wanted to see him more than she had fingers. He could barely believe she wanted to see him again. He shifted in place. A new garment, she told him she liked trees so he had gotten the closest to tree green as he could, hung over his face, hiding the part of him that he could never get to look humanoid.

He wore a button up with a wool vest layered over it and a pair of tan cargo pants. He tried to shirk as much of the military uniform as he could, especially when he was around her.

He lifted his hand to knock at her apartment door, the paper around the bouquet of flowers crinkling in his other hand. His breath caught in his throat, nerves raking through him, maybe he should go home, what if she doesn’t even want to see him.

The door opening pauses the spinning of emotions. She was stunning. The outfit she wore fit her so well. His hearts stutter as she meets his eyes.

“Come in,” she says, flashing him that breathtaking smile.

“Thank you,” his voice is quiet and a bit rougher than normal. He swallows, trying to clear his throat without making that noise, worried he may do anything wrong. He steps past her, ducking slightly to enter her small home.

Habitually, he slips his shoes off at the door and takes in her living space.

It is cozy. Pictures of pets mixed in with paintings, some he recognized, some he didn’t. The sofa sat beneath the window, the TV opposite of it.

He turns his attention to her as the door clicks shut.

“I got you these,” he murmurs, handing her the bouquet of flowers before he chickened out.

“They’re beautiful,” she replies, looking up at him with what looked like gratitude in her eyes, maybe even softness.

Was he reading too much into it?

“I’m glad you like them,” he nods in response, following her to the table as she sets them there to retrieve a vase.

He watches her gather one and fill it. Enraptured in the simple intimacy of the act. He wanted to watch her move about her home all the time.

“How’s work?” He asks, wanting to hear her voice again. The sparkle in her eyes as she begins talking drawing him in like a moth to flame.

König sat beside her on her bed. She lay with her head in his lap, his fingers carefully scraping that spot on her neck.

He had long forgotten the movie that she was watching. Instead he watched the rise and fall of her chest, the way her face shifted in response to the scenes. Even the smile that tugged at her lips as her eyes flick to the corner of her eyes meeting his before she rolls over her face against his stomach.

“What-?” His voice quivers as she gently lifts his t-shirt, her tongue skirts along his happy trail, sending warmth straight to his definitely not hidden bulge.

“Scheiße,“ he grunts, his hands sliding from her head and shoulders to grasp at the bedding. “I don’t want to hurt you, Kleine. If we start, I don’t know if I will be able to stop,” his words are jagged, barely restrained as she moves between his thighs sending him a downright sinful look.

“Maybe I want to see what you can do,” she taunts, her hand sliding up his thigh to palm his aching cock through the tented trousers.

“Fuck,” he grunts, rolling his hips into her touch, his eyes drooping as he white knuckles the bedding.

She slides his belt free, the click nearly sending him.

He moves, flipping her onto her back, yanking his belt from its loops, tearing one or two.

Her eyes widen and her lips part as he carefully maneuvers his shirts off while keeping his hood on.

“I’ve been trying to be good,” he mumbles, tugging her bottoms off to reveal her sweet cunt, “to not be a-a what do you mortals call it? A pervert. But fuck,” he groans nipping and kissing her inner thighs to where her sweet scent came from.

He pauses and looks up at her, studying her face.

“If you don’t like something, tell me,” he whispers, almost afraid to break whatever they had, kneading the soft plushness of her thighs.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes soft as she nods, her fingers entangling in the bedsheets.

That was all he needed, he moves his hood so he can access her cunt. The tentacles that safeguard his mouth separate, to allow him to truly taste her. He drags the length of his tongue up her cunt, leaving her pussy more wet with each pass.

Her taste was intoxicating. Divine in a way nothing else could be. He moans against her not able to get enough, his tentacles acting with minds of their own, using this moment to caress her thighs, press into her, and suckle gently to her skin.

His hips roll into the bed. Dumbly humping the mattress as he laps her slick up hungrily. He pauses as she jolts, a moan tugging from her. In his hazed state, he makes another pass, trying to figure out what made her jerk. He pauses as he finds a small slightly hard pearl, flicking it again.

Her hands shoot to his head, and he groans.

“Like that?” He pants against her between lapping at her sweet cunt.

Her moans and thighs squeezing his head are his only answer.

A whimper slips from him as his cock catches against the bed, rubbing deliciously but not enough.

He grinds desperately, wanting to taste her until she snapped.

Her breathing shuddered and her thighs squeezed his head, her hands holding his head against her cunt, there was no need. The large man had no interest in being anywhere else.

She keened, before jolting her hips, trying to push him away, her clit overstimulated.

“Sorry,” he slurs, crawling up to her. He presses his face into the crook of her neck, trying to ignore the urge to grind against her.

“S’ok,” she mumbles, reaching for his pants.

“I can wait,” he whimpers as she slips his aching cock free. The blunt head was red and leaking, the bump at the base and the fact that he was uncut frightened off other possible partners.

“No,” she answers, her thighs wrapping around his waist, urging him closer.

“Wait-Wait,” he rambles, pawing at her thighs, the desperate urge to plow into her, to stuff her full of him clawing through him.

He moves off the bed, shedding the rest of his clothes, before turning her over onto her stomach, lifting her hips, and standing at the edge of the bed, guiding her closer.

“Easier,” he mumbles, dipping his head so his tentacles could feel her back.They suckled at her flesh, leaving light red rings, as he notched his cock at her entrance.

She rolls her hips back feeding in the tip.

König whimpers against her shoulder, resting his head there as he gasps for air, trying not to slam into her. She flexed around him and the edges of his vision blurred.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he hisses out as she rolls against him again, sliding him in further.

“You won’t,” she hums, arching just so he glides further in.

“Fu uck,” he sucks in a breath and his hips jolt forward.

She moans in reply, her cunt squeezing around him.

He whimpers an apology, his restraint snapping into a million pieces. His vision blurs as he ruts into her. The control he holds so tightly over the eldritch part of him, slips. Tentacles unfurl from the tattoos along his arms, the base along his back. They curl around her thighs spreading them allowing him better access.

Her cunt flutters around him and he nips at her shoulder. Another one of those pretty moans slipping from her mouth.

Wet slick guides the mass of his cock in and out. Their mixed scent, the suckling of his tentacles, her moans, and the way she gripped him were all he could perceive.

He glides his hand down her torso to her stomach, hissing as he feels himself inside her with every thrust. Her lower abdomen bulged from his size. The coil wrapped and wrapped.

“Gonna-,” his voice falters as he spurts ropes of cum into her. Stars litter his vision as he continues rutting into her. Fucking all of his cum into her sweet cunt.

“So perfect, meine liebling,” he peppers her neck in licks and nips as she collapses into the bed.

He grunts as he slides out with a wet pop. She whimpers, her eyes squeezing closed as he watches cum slide down her thigh.

His cock stirs as he scoops it up and presses it back into her.

He collapses beside her, tugging her into a spooning position and slots his half mast cock back into her.

“Want it to stay,” he mumbles, tiredly.

She hums in approval, rolling into him. His cock hardened and he gripped her hip, stopping her.

“Sleep, Süße,” he nuzzles against her hair. Smelling her through his hood.

König stirred before she did. The sun shines through the window, across her. He was immediately aware that his left arm was asleep and his cock, now solid again, was deep in her cunt.

She sucks in a breath and grinds against him in her sleep.

König holds back a curse, gripping her hip to stop her.

She whines frustrated in her sleep.

“Sorry,” he whispers shakily, moving his hand away. He tries to ignore the way she rocked against him, the way her cunt sucked at him.

He whimpers pathetically, pressing a knuckle between his teeth. A tentacle glides between her thighs, flicking curiously at the bud. She moans, her eyes fluttering open.

“Please,” he shudders out, his free hand white knuckling the bedding.

She nods and slides him further in. Squelch. Cum squirted down his shaft causing him to curse. He slides free and turns her on her back.

She raises her brows.

“Want to see you as you finish,” he grips her thighs and presses back into her.

“Want you to fuck me,” she groans, gliding her hands along his arms to where the tentacles were still sprouted. He hadn’t bothered to put the big ones away.

“Yeah?” He groans as her nails skirt his shoulders. He snaps his hips, grunting as she sinks them into his skin.

Her head tilts back, eyes squeezing shut as he begins to pummel into her. With every thrust, more cum leaks free. Frothing along his shaft. It doesn’t take long for him to snap and fuck more cum into her.

Her body shudders as he slides free and shimmies down her body.

“What-?” Her voice is cut off as he drags his tongue along her pussy. Her body jerks, and his tentacles grip her thighs, lifting them so he can eat her properly.

He groans and presses on her stomach. Cum oozing down her thighs and König whines at her.