"𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐭..."

𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭

Explicit / NSFW
-  ALL CONSENTUAL -

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Colonel König, a formidable figure often feared as the ominous harbinger of death due to his imposing stature and robust physique. Prior to entering the battlefield, he exhibited a gentle and somewhat absentminded demeanour, seemingly more interested in daydreaming and idly gnawing the interior of his sniper hood than in his surroundings. However, his true mettle shone through when combat beckoned, proving him to be an exceptional soldier.

König's strength, unwavering reliability, and razor-sharp focus were undeniable attributes. He was meticulous in his attention to detail, particularly when it came to his attire. König possessed an uncanny ability to detect even the slightest imperfections or alterations in his outfit.

Yet, one recent addition to his uniform weighed heavily on his mind, causing a disconcerting blend of frustration and arousal. A collar...

Fortunately, he could easily conceal the collar beneath his snug sniper hood, but his restless fiddling with it inadvertently drew unwarranted attention.

Yet, as he absentmindedly tugged at the collar, König's thoughts unfailingly gravitated towards the one person who had placed it around his neck. His Lieutenant, YN.

Over the course of a decade working side by side with YN, König had found himself deeply infatuated with her. He couldn't deny it any longer; he loved her, and he loved her profoundly.

Within the strict confines of the military, personal relationships, especially those between superiors and subordinates, were strictly discouraged if not outright prohibited. In their late-night hook-ups, YN and König had forged quite the intimate bond, an alliance known only to the two of them. They both agreed to keep it shrouded in secrecy. Locked away from the world

YN was powerless to resist the irresistible allure of König. His imposing stature, combined with his endearing voice, stirred something primal within her. The sounds he made during their covert rendezvous ignited an insatiable desire for him, a yearning that consumed her.

The day commenced like any other, at least for YN. The previous night had seen her sleeping alone, too fatigued to indulge in König's late-night yearnings. Routine reigned as she awoke, engaged in her morning rituals of showering, dressing, and then heading out for the customary morning briefing and training.

König, on the contrary, faced quite the dilemma upon waking. A situation, undeniably spawned by the erotic dreams that had infiltrated his slumber. The vacant expanse of his bed might as well have been occupied by the persistent erection he had awoken with. A classic case of morning wood, and an especially inconvenient one.

His hand instinctively reached for the collar around his neck, tugging at it obediently while he found himself practically fucking the duvet, desperately attempting to quell the insistent yearning pulsing between his thighs. Regrettably, his efforts proved in vain, and he had no recourse but to suppress his desires and prepare for the day ahead.

As König entered the bustling mess hall, his clenched fists maintained a relentless grip on his belt, tugging at the zipper to quell the discomfort of his throbbing arousal. His teeth bore down on the inside of his cheek, a valiant attempt to silence the passionate moans that yearned to escape his lips.

Without wasting a moment, he set his sights on YN, nestled in the far corner of the mess hall. She was casually perusing her phone, raising a coffee mug to her lips. In an almost frantic rush, he made a beeline for her, sinking into the vacant chair at her side, his eyes brimming with anticipation.