#seabunny!reader

It's only natural, really. You're small and weak, you're a bottom feeder who isn't used to having predators all around you...and even if you did have someone on your tail, you'd just have to roll on your tummy and die. It's natural selection, really, one of the reasons why you were sticking to the safe, warm waters and never going to the dark depths of the ocean floor. You were just fine in your lukewarm little kingdom. Until Konig swooped in and took you away, that is. You know why he did this, it's natural - he saw a pretty thing, he took a pretty thing. There are predators about in the depths of his dwelling, and so he never lets you stray too far from the cave he keeps you in. Not like you wanted to - you're clinging to him like a real bunny, a forgotten species of clingy sea kitten who needs the warmth of his body to survive. You didn't even want to let go of him the first few times he let you swim freely, out of the cave. You'd just nuzzle your face in his chest, pushing your body closer to him and wordlessly begging him to not let go of you. There was always a tentacle or two on your limbs, carefully caressing and keeping you in place. The temperature of his territory is way too low for you, so you'd always cling to Konig in an attempt to keep your warmth. It doesn't help that he would always let you just stay in his arms, either - sometimes you're not even swimming for a second, instead opting to curl down in his arms. He is big and strong - a perfect mate, as much as your body understands that eldritch creatures and sea bunnies shouldn't actually mingle. You still open your legs for him, meowling his name ever so sweetly and carefully, letting him fuck you like a pretty helpless thing you are, clinging to him for protection. You're way too precious to swim alone, and so he acts as your protector...even in cases when he is the one you should be afraid of. It's a good thing you're actually just a tad bit dumb.

He could help you get untangled from the seaweed...or he could let you exhaust yourself trying to do it on your own. He is taking great pleasure in watching your pretty tits and ass squished by unruly kelp and holding you in place while you're shaking and trying to move yourself out of that predicament. He fucking loves seeing you all helpless and stuck, forcing your pretty body to wiggle in the water. Maybe you already spotted him lurking, and you're begging him to help - or, maybe, you're too exhausted to do it. Konig never considered actually tying you up to keep you close, always thinking that his threatening aura would be enough. He wasn't wrong - you would never run, or, well, swim away from him, too scared and sleepy to put up meaningful resistance, but he didn't realise just how fucking hot you'd look all tied up and helpless. Even though the seaweed is too soft to hurt your squishy, pretty body, he imagines little rope burns on your skin and pretty wines you'd make when he would bite over the marks. God, he is going to fucking ruin you, and there would be nothing you could do. Maybe he will get himself nice and comfy, force you on your knees like a good girl - or, maybe, he will use the remaining kelp to hold you down just a bit more. He will not let you sway too far away from the cave now, not when he knows you're so helpless against the currents...but he took an ample amount of kelp from the nearest seagrass field, making nice and tight ropes to use whenever you behave a bit too rowdy during breeding. The sight of your pretty tummy, all bulging and wrapped in ropes is making him hard before he even touched you...so you can be sure he won't help you get out of the grass for a while.

You really tried to. Konig was preparing to sleep, his usual slumber taking at least a week - a strong creature like him needs a lot of energy, so once he does manage to fall asleep, it's always long and heavy...he will always force you to sleep with him, also, even if you aren't particularly sleepy - and so you wanted to try something interesting before he would inevitably force you down and make you nap on his chest like a sea bunny you are. You waited until he was suited on his back, laying comfortably, and then straddled his hips, rolling your body back and forth before he finally was awake enough to get his hands on your sides. Caressing you carefully, making sure you're not rolling over. You're generally so sleepy, so un-energetic, that Konig is surprised you even tried to be active in bed. A pretty sleepy thing like you should rest, not pressing your wet pussy all over his tentacles and whimpering as one of them finally slips in, already filling you up more than you liked. Poor thing, your hole aching from lack of action and the stretch at the same time - your nails dig little red roads in his chest, your hips trembling as you tried to push yourself up, straddling him as you tried desperately to ride his cock. Of course, you got tired and sleepy after a few minutes. It was just enough to make Konig regain his wits and finally grasp your hips in a firm hold, forcing your legs to spread open and push them apart lightly. The stretch of his cock is always making you yelp, and it's no exception now - you're whimpering and crying as you ride him, carefully attempting to hold still as he pushes his hips up, forcing his cock deeper. You can't get bred properly, not in a vertical position like this, and it drives him crazy - makes him turn you on your back as he cums, pushing your body down so he could fill you up as you meant to be filled. At least you both are tired enough to go to sleep right after...and it was the last attempt you tried at topping. Not like Konig didn't like the view, of course.