APHRODISIAC POTION | KÖNIG.

PART THREE.

Your eyes closes for a second - taking the tone of his voice, the impatience and whiny begging that you can't push away in your mind. "I know, I know. Let me take care of that, okay?", you tell him before your eyes fall to his throbbing member, looking so lonely - so twitchy on his lower stomach. You sigh and your hands reach out to wrap around his cock.

It's warm, throbbing and begging for your attention. You know that you can back away; you have every rights to do so. But Lord, you can't. Being able to both help and pleasure König as no price - something that have been on your mind for months. He's your best friend, but you can't help it.

"It's too big for my hands..", you mumble lowly.

And König's breath hitches again as your hands wraps around him, his body trembling with anticipation, with full desire. You can see the gratitude in his eyes - he knows that you didn't had to help him, and he can't stop the words before they make echo in the room.

"(Y/N)," his voice strained, he groans, "Are you sure you're okay with doing this? You don't have to.." But despite his words, his hips instinctively buck forwards, seeking more and more of your touches. He longs for more - your hands, your mouth, the heat of your core. All of you. His cock pulses in your hands as the thoughts hit his brain, cock leaking to your teasing grip.

"But fuck, it feels so good.. So please, don't stop, okay? Don't stop, please." He begs to you, no shame in his voice - a whiny tone is heard.

You sigh - the way he begs to be helped doesn't help the feelings inside you. You know that König is fully aware of what's happening, you know that he wants it as much as you do now. There's no denying it anymore.

"Just relax, König. Relax." you shush him in a soft voice, reassuring him that you know what you're doing. Your eyes looks up, focusing on him when your hands finally decides to move on his shaft, it's pulsating between your grasp, calling for you.

You shift your hips on his thigh, trying to get a better position to sit. You know how he must feels because of the aphrodisiac potion, and you can only help him release the pain - the pleasure. "I'll take care of you, okay?", you add. He lets a low whine when your hands moves on him, his body tensing with pleasure.

But he also listens to you - trying to relax himself just like you had instructed him to do. The pleasure he feels makes it harder, but König takes a deep breath and slouch in the chair. He let a low moan escape his throat, his hips bucking up to meet your hands with thrusts.

"Fuck, (Y/N), you're so good to me.", he growls, he's desperate and already so whiny. "So, so good to me." he adds. He locks his eyes in yours, it's filled with desire and gratitude, and a tint of begging that you can decipher easily. "I trust you, (Y/N). So please, take care of me." His cock pulses in between your hands, warm and throbbing, eager for more attention that only you can give.

And the attention, you give it — without asking, without talking, you do it. Because it's warm, so big, you can't ignore it when König talks. But you want him to understand that what he did, it was stupid - a punishment is in need here. Your thumbs rubs down his veins, oh so slowly, a tantalizing touch.

You can feel him shutter under your teasing, his breath fast and shaky; eyes looking at you and never away. His hips trembles, almost thrusting in your hands.

"Don't— Don't tease me, come on..", he whisper in a low voice, filled with anticipation and desire for more. You can only go slower on him and teach him the lesson he has to learn. You're the one in control here, not him.

"I'm in the rights to do that. You know what? That'll be your price for drinking that potion.", you tell him - antagonizing, teasing, almost a smirk on your face. One of your hands leaves his cock, resting up on his lower stomach and fingernails scratching at his happy trail.

He whines, he can't help it. Every words, every touches, just the smell you have. It drives him insane. Crazy. Out of his mind. Thoughts foggy. His head falls backwards, his eyes shutting close as he tries his best to keep it calm. The feeling of your hands on him should be enough to make him cum, but that would be too easy.

In his silence, you take that he understands what you mean, oh, how you will make him beg for a release, how you will torture him until he understands his mistake. And your hand moves so slowly on his warm shaft, before it picks the pace up - just enough to make König whines and squirm. You love the sight of it, the sounds of his whimpers and little moans.

"(Y/N), please.. Please? I made a mistake, I won't do it anymore!" he already starts to beg, and you relish in the way his voice cracks, his hips bucking up for attention. "Faster, please!"

You hum, you understand - you hear what he says, but it doesn't matter. It's your pace, your rules, you choose.

"Tsk, no need to beg yet, you know?", you tell him softly, your thumb reaching up for the tip of his warm cock. Pre-cum glistening, waiting to be touched and smudged; and you feel König gasping when you rub your digit on the head of his shaft, in a way to tease, to drive him mad with desire.

His hips buck up, without any shame as he starts to thrust in your hand - and you let him do just that for a moment, before you pull your hand completely away from his body.