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[hischokehold]

Good luck on your exams I'm having mine soon too and I am literally obsessed with your fics ahhh

that literally makes me blush, good luck on ur exams too girly. its hell over here

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literally studying my ass off for exams again. will get back to this account soon, i swear im gonna answer everyone's requests! 🌸

-dolly

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thank you omggg💖💖

Hello !! :33 🥔fav fanfic oat? & 🐿️fav fanart oat?

hiii! sorry for the yapping 😓

fav fanfic oat (i literally cant choose just one im sorry)

‘Military Bum’ by @sqiim

‘Rose Print’ series by @iwantyouinacage

‘Playing to Win’ + ‘Teddy Bear’ by @dollfacefantasy

‘Sweet Girl’ / ‘Sunflower’ by @d10nyx

‘Lovey Dovey’ / ‘Stocking Filler’ by @thevirgincherry

‘Hop, Mein Hase’ by @hischokehold

‘Of Divinity and Disposition’ by @rigorwhoring

‘Baby, Show Me What It’s Like’ by @yam-writes

‘Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned’ by @seniaasaysstuff

‘An Imbalanced Deal’ by @admirxation

‘Breaking The Bed’ by @sanjismywhore

+ a LOT more but i feel like im tagging too many ppl 😭 also if you want me to remove your tag, lmk!

fav fanart oat :

THESE!! + literally everything by @heraxic (love their wintersberg art sm)

idk art creds for the first :( (if anyone knows lmk plz) but the others are from sardine on twt!

- ask game link -

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Less of an ask more of an idea after reading your work. Now that konig has had his little bunny. What about him pushing her to her limits? Taking her nice and long until she losses control and squirts while riding him. Him taking her anally to stretch her out in all ways. Him having her until she's several orgasms to the wind and cock drunk.

-ˋˏ ༻🍓༺ ˎˊ-

König has no self control whatsoever, too obsessed with his bunny to ever just have one round of plain, vanilla love making. He's depraved, taking advantage of your innocent and soft nature to manipulate you into doing what he wants.

König loves to fuck your dirty cunny after chasing you around his property, forcefully shoving you down the ground and probing his cock balls deep in your womb, who cares if anyone sees?? He has no shame whatsoever, pumping his heavy dick into your baby pussy like a dog in heat right in front of his men. Beg him enough and he'll spit on your tongue and laugh at your face. You're his property, hase. He'll do whatever he wants with you.

Oh, you're shy? Well, he can always get rid of any witnesses. He drives you nuts, the long and prominent veins on his hung member doing just enough to stimulate your insides, driving out orgasm after orgasm from your poor bruised and puffy pussy. It's even worse when he makes you squirt for the first time! It happens when he's guiding you on his dick, coercing you to bounce like a good bunny. But it just feels too good, he's too big, too deep, your mind felt like it was going blank.

You warned him about the unfamiliar feeling in your tummy but it was too late, sweet juices spraying all over his meaty cock and thighs, coating the bed in your honey. You were mortified, having basically peed on your owner. Yet he bends you over, splaying your perfect cunt for him and licking the leftover juices for hours, before finally deciding to pump you with his seed.

Speaking of, König loves anal play. He definitely orders a carrot dildo and butt plug for you, often joking about his bun and her favorite carrot. He's absurdly obsessed with your puckered hole, taking his time to assault it with his monstrous tongue, rimming your virgin butt to accommodate for the stretch. He gets so lost in the feeling too, moaning and grunting in between your cheeks, flung cock humping whatever sliver of skin it can find.

He makes you lick the pretty toy, coating it with your saliva and lubing it up, adoring the way you whine at the big stretch. You were the perfect bunny, squirming and crying as he eases the toy into your tight hole, not to mention how your bunny tail twitches wildly when the width gets thicker. "Why're you crying, doll? I thought bunnies like you loved your carrots."

König will make you cockwarm him, fat and meaty cock melting at the heat of your ass. He'll definitely turn you into his anal whore, mewling and begging for daddy to put in her ass just one more time, breeding your ass so he can plug it up for the rest of the day and let it stick. He'll make sure you're ruined for any other man, hase.

The hands of your monstrous lover will be the only ones you crave.

-ˋˏ ༻🍓༺ ˎˊ-

I'll be answering more asks soon! Thank you for this one, having a super busy week rn.

[hischokehold]

Less of an ask more of an idea after reading your work. Now that konig has had his little bunny. What about him pushing her to her limits? Taking her nice and long until she losses control and squirts while riding him. Him taking her anally to stretch her out in all ways. Him having her until she's several orgasms to the wind and cock drunk.

-ˋˏ ༻🍓༺ ˎˊ-

König has no self control whatsoever, too obsessed with his bunny to ever just have one round of plain, vanilla love making. He's depraved, taking advantage of your innocent and soft nature to manipulate you into doing what he wants.

König loves to fuck your dirty cunny after chasing you around his property, forcefully shoving you down the ground and probing his cock balls deep in your womb, who cares if anyone sees?? He has no shame whatsoever, pumping his heavy dick into your baby pussy like a dog in heat right in front of his men. Beg him enough and he'll spit on your tongue and laugh at your face. You're his property, hase. He'll do whatever he wants with you.

Oh, you're shy? Well, he can always get rid of any witnesses. He drives you nuts, the long and prominent veins on his hung member doing just enough to stimulate your insides, driving out orgasm after orgasm from your poor bruised and puffy pussy. It's even worse when he makes you squirt for the first time! It happens when he's guiding you on his dick, coercing you to bounce like a good bunny. But it just feels too good, he's too big, too deep, your mind felt like it was going blank.

You warned him about the unfamiliar feeling in your tummy but it was too late, sweet juices spraying all over his meaty cock and thighs, coating the bed in your honey. You were mortified, having basically peed on your owner. Yet he bends you over, splaying your perfect cunt for him and licking the leftover juices for hours, before finally deciding to pump you with his seed.

Speaking of, König loves anal play. He definitely orders a carrot dildo and butt plug for you, often joking about his bun and her favorite carrot. He's absurdly obsessed with your puckered hole, taking his time to assault it with his monstrous tongue, rimming your virgin butt to accommodate for the stretch. He gets so lost in the feeling too, moaning and grunting in between your cheeks, flung cock humping whatever sliver of skin it can find.

He makes you lick the pretty toy, coating it with your saliva and lubing it up, adoring the way you whine at the big stretch. You were the perfect bunny, squirming and crying as he eases the toy into your tight hole, not to mention how your bunny tail twitches wildly when the width gets thicker. "Why're you crying, doll? I thought bunnies like you loved your carrots."

König will make you cockwarm him, fat and meaty cock melting at the heat of your ass. He'll definitely turn you into his anal whore, mewling and begging for daddy to put in her ass just one more time, breeding your ass so he can plug it up for the rest of the day and let it stick. He'll make sure you're ruined for any other man, hase.

The hands of your monstrous lover will be the only ones you crave.

-ˋˏ ༻🍓༺ ˎˊ-

I'll be answering more asks soon! Thank you for this one, having a super busy week rn.

[hischokehold]

Less of an ask more of an idea after reading your work. Now that konig has had his little bunny. What about him pushing her to her limits? Taking her nice and long until she losses control and squirts while riding him. Him taking her anally to stretch her out in all ways. Him having her until she's several orgasms to the wind and cock drunk.

-ˋˏ ༻🍓༺ ˎˊ-

König has no self control whatsoever, too obsessed with his bunny to ever just have one round of plain, vanilla love making. He's depraved, taking advantage of your innocent and soft nature to manipulate you into doing what he wants.

König loves to fuck your dirty cunny after chasing you around his property, forcefully shoving you down the ground and probing his cock balls deep in your womb, who cares if anyone sees?? He has no shame whatsoever, pumping his heavy dick into your baby pussy like a dog in heat right in front of his men. Beg him enough and he'll spit on your tongue and laugh at your face. You're his property, hase. He'll do whatever he wants with you.

Oh, you're shy? Well, he can always get rid of any witnesses. He drives you nuts, the long and prominent veins on his hung member doing just enough to stimulate your insides, driving out orgasm after orgasm from your poor bruised and puffy pussy. It's even worse when he makes you squirt for the first time! It happens when he's guiding you on his dick, coercing you to bounce like a good bunny. But it just feels too good, he's too big, too deep, your mind felt like it was going blank.

You warned him about the unfamiliar feeling in your tummy but it was too late, sweet juices spraying all over his meaty cock and thighs, coating the bed in your honey. You were mortified, having basically peed on your owner. Yet he bends you over, splaying your perfect cunt for him and licking the leftover juices for hours, before finally deciding to pump you with his seed.

Speaking of, König loves anal play. He definitely orders a carrot dildo and butt plug for you, often joking about his bun and her favorite carrot. He's absurdly obsessed with your puckered hole, taking his time to assault it with his monstrous tongue, rimming your virgin butt to accommodate for the stretch. He gets so lost in the feeling too, moaning and grunting in between your cheeks, flung cock humping whatever sliver of skin it can find.

He makes you lick the pretty toy, coating it with your saliva and lubing it up, adoring the way you whine at the big stretch. You were the perfect bunny, squirming and crying as he eases the toy into your tight hole, not to mention how your bunny tail twitches wildly when the width gets thicker. "Why're you crying, doll? I thought bunnies like you loved your carrots."

König will make you cockwarm him, fat and meaty cock melting at the heat of your ass. He'll definitely turn you into his anal whore, mewling and begging for daddy to put in her ass just one more time, breeding your ass so he can plug it up for the rest of the day and let it stick. He'll make sure you're ruined for any other man, hase.

The hands of your monstrous lover will be the only ones you crave.

-ˋˏ ༻🍓༺ ˎˊ-

I'll be answering more asks soon! Thank you for this one, having a super busy week rn.

[hischokehold]

Less of an ask more of an idea after reading your work. Now that konig has had his little bunny. What about him pushing her to her limits? Taking her nice and long until she losses control and squirts while riding him. Him taking her anally to stretch her out in all ways. Him having her until she's several orgasms to the wind and cock drunk.

-ˋˏ ༻🍓༺ ˎˊ-

König has no self control whatsoever, too obsessed with his bunny to ever just have one round of plain, vanilla love making. He's depraved, taking advantage of your innocent and soft nature to manipulate you into doing what he wants.

König loves to fuck your dirty cunny after chasing you around his property, forcefully shoving you down the ground and probing his cock balls deep in your womb, who cares if anyone sees?? He has no shame whatsoever, pumping his heavy dick into your baby pussy like a dog in heat right in front of his men. Beg him enough and he'll spit on your tongue and laugh at your face. You're his property, hase. He'll do whatever he wants with you.

Oh, you're shy? Well, he can always get rid of any witnesses. He drives you nuts, the long and prominent veins on his hung member doing just enough to stimulate your insides, driving out orgasm after orgasm from your poor bruised and puffy pussy. It's even worse when he makes you squirt for the first time! It happens when he's guiding you on his dick, coercing you to bounce like a good bunny. But it just feels too good, he's too big, too deep, your mind felt like it was going blank.

You warned him about the unfamiliar feeling in your tummy but it was too late, sweet juices spraying all over his meaty cock and thighs, coating the bed in your honey. You were mortified, having basically peed on your owner. Yet he bends you over, splaying your perfect cunt for him and licking the leftover juices for hours, before finally deciding to pump you with his seed.

Speaking of, König loves anal play. He definitely orders a carrot dildo and butt plug for you, often joking about his bun and her favorite carrot. He's absurdly obsessed with your puckered hole, taking his time to assault it with his monstrous tongue, rimming your virgin butt to accommodate for the stretch. He gets so lost in the feeling too, moaning and grunting in between your cheeks, flung cock humping whatever sliver of skin it can find.

He makes you lick the pretty toy, coating it with your saliva and lubing it up, adoring the way you whine at the big stretch. You were the perfect bunny, squirming and crying as he eases the toy into your tight hole, not to mention how your bunny tail twitches wildly when the width gets thicker. "Why're you crying, doll? I thought bunnies like you loved your carrots."

König will make you cockwarm him, fat and meaty cock melting at the heat of your ass. He'll definitely turn you into his anal whore, mewling and begging for daddy to put in her ass just one more time, breeding your ass so he can plug it up for the rest of the day and let it stick. He'll make sure you're ruined for any other man, hase.

The hands of your monstrous lover will be the only ones you crave.

-ˋˏ ༻🍓༺ ˎˊ-

I'll be answering more asks soon! Thank you for this one, having a super busy week rn.

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sweaty!könig with his doll who has a scent kink.

König who barely just closed the door before you're running in his arms, small body clad in a baby pink apron with his initials on it. You utter words of excitement, so happy to see him after a long day of work. "Missed you so much, daddy."

"I need to shower, maus. I'm dirty." Grunting, he tries to pry you off his body, muscles glistening with sweat and grime garnered from training the new recruits but you barely ever budge, kitten nails clawing all over his uniform, eager to rip it off, looking at him with such adorable puppy eyes. Such sweet eyes tainted with lust and perversion.

It doesn't take long for you to scratch your way through his top, nose buried in his nape, small hands cupping his heavy balls over his pants. He's moaning, biting his lip as you lick a stripe between the valley of his pecs, teeth then brushing over his sensitive nipples. You breathe out hot puffs, high on your daddy's fumes.

"Ah, Scheiße. You wanna be a dirty slut, huh?" König is quick to regain control, fists balled against your scalp, yanking your locks. With a tight grasp, he drags you over to the couch, forcing you on your knees. "Open." He inquires, forcing your jaw slack, spitting right on your puffy lips.

Of course, being the man König is, he's delighted that his babygirl was so perverse. Even stroked his ego a bit to know that you liked his manly scent, whoring yourself out to him at any chance you got. He raises a hand on you, slapping your soft cheeks. He loved the way you looked right now, liebling. All teary and sweet, begging for his cock. He was a generous man, he'd give you anything you wanted.

With a click of his tongue, he unbuckles his belt, your puppy eyes following every move he makes. He spreads his legs for you, revealing the mouthwatering bulge poking out over his boxers, a certain spot damp with what you assumed was sweat. "Go on."

You took that as your cue, forcing your nose over his still soft cock, sniffing his heavy musky length over the thin cloth. You were sloppy, tongue running over his balls, then probing over his happy trail, nimble fingers squeezing his pecs. König groans, hips jerking towards your mouth. Squeezing your legs together, you feel yourself going crossed eyed over his smell alone. "Enjoying yourself?" He tsks, smiling condescendingly.

"Mhm."

Slowly, your tongue crept up along the holes of his boxers, licking over the rather bitter spot, barely poking his throbbing dick through it. You're delighted, cock hungry for your daddy; on your knees, hazy dumbed out eyes, and parted, drooly lips. It was a sight straight out of a porno. Soon, you're slobbering all over his thighs, suckling on his hung, bulbous cock as you palm his balls, nose pressed against his happy trail.

König almost instantly creams, the notion of his little girl performing depraved acts was almost too much for him. He bobs your head up and down, hips meeting your wet mouth with every rough thrust. Globs of precum and spit coat his inner thighs, which you eagerly lap up, constantly switching between licking his cock, biceps, and chest.

"Shmell sho good."

König took it a step further, beastial hands gathering your hair to a messy pigtail, feet elevated to the spot beside you to keep you pinned down. Without missing a beat, he begins ravishing your throat, brutally face fucking you, sloppy balls slapping your chin with every thrust, a mixture of sticky drool and juice running down your lips, not to mention his heavy length resting on your tongue, utterly ruining you.

You feel yourself getting lightheaded, the lack of oxygen making its effect on you. You weren't so eager now, hm?

König laughs, rutting mindlessly over his darlings pretty face, rubbing his precum all over your nose, mouth, cheeks, "Agh, f-fuck! Stick your tongue out, liebling." He's panting like a dog, losing his mind over your sloppy, albeit forced blowjob. He's using your weepy hole in every creative sense, thrusting sideways just to see his tip like out of your cheeks, plugging your nose, slapping you with it.

A string of curses leave his lips, thrusts getting sloppier if even possible, he pulls his sticky, dripping length out of your mouth, globs of thick and potent cum spraying all over your face and tits, painting you a pretty shade of white.

After all, you're the one who wanted to smell like him, right?

He doesn't end it there, using his veiny cock to smear his pearly cum across your body, even going so far as to spread it in between your pussy lips, stealing a few licks here and there while you gag on his salty fingers. Once satisfied, he takes a moment to admire his masterpiece.

"There you go, pup. All pretty for me now."

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I just figured out why I haven't been getting anything on my inbox. I am literally the biggest idiot. Once again, asks are open!!💯

[hischokehold]

soo glad u enjoyed it🩷

Devoured. | Hop, mein Hase 2

Part 1.

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The sound of lightning crashing down forces you awake, wide-eyed as you clutch your chest, trying to control your labored breathing. "It's okay, it's okay." You chanted like a prayer, hoping it would bring you some solace.

Cautiously peaking over your fluffy sheets, you surveyed the room. The room was engulfed in darkness, with only a sliver of moonlight slipping through the cracks of the blinds, intercepting with your eyes for a sheer moment.

Heavy rainfall reminded you of deep seated memories, the screams of your tribesmen as they were hunted and forced into metal cages, beaten and bruised until they were unrecognizable— and, it was a little vague now. Seeming so far away yet the fear is instilled in your bones to this very day.

You were much younger back then, unable to do anything but watch as you were taken along with other girls your age, wrists tied and mouth taped shut as you were forced to endure being 'checked' by men dressed in full gear, guns hanging from the side of their hips. Everything else after that was a blur.

Thunder crashes along the ground once more. This time, closer. You hope for the rain to cease, clasping shakey hands together as to mimic the actions of the elderly back in your tribe. "If you yearn for something enough, your wish will come true."

Please save me. Please, someone. Anyone. You hear a song playing from the corner of the room, a lullaby. You recall your owner setting it up for you, you don't exactly know how it works but it's some sort of sensor that can tell if you're awake and automatically plays a soft tune to lull you awake. Ah yes— your owner!

The giant who followed you around, looking at you with wonder-filled eyes, and leaving you gifts at your door! It felt strange, really, having him praise you for every tiny move you make, even getting you sparkly, new clothes just for hopping for him. You had to admit that all the things he brought you were pretty, drowning you in frills and softness.

You've only seen such things in magazines, back in the auction when a particular fox girl secretly brought them in, girls huddling up in one corner every night to talk about their dreams of living a better life.

When the pouring rain and incessant hammering doesn't cease, you find yourself running barefoot along the halls, the floor cold on your feet. Thankfully, your hinds were made for times like these. And you find yourself on König's door, contemplating whether you should enter or not. He's a little scary but at least he hasn't hit you, right? Or yelled at you even when you accidentally break things? He's only ever groped you a little, inspecting your bunny parts but that was all for your safety. Surely, he'll protect you, right? He seems like a good man after all.

"Hmm." You paced around for a bit, fingers resting on your chin, fluffy ears furled to keep the noise out. Puffing your chest, you gathered all your courage to nudge the door open, grazing along the markings on its ridges: lines and numbers that signified something, only you didn't know what.

The moonlight shone brighter in his room. Or maybe it was just him. His large, sculpted body was splayed out on the king sized bed, taking up much of its space. You often wondered if he was a bear disguising himself as a man. His dark hair cascades along his chiseled face, with long, wispy lashes tickling his cheeks, the moonlight illuminating his features just right to make him look like a fallen angel. His body was the prime example of a man: built and strong, proudly wearing his battle scars as medals, and a heavy layer of hair running from his chest to his abdomen. You'd be lying if you said the sight didn't make you feel just a bit tingly down there.

The slightly dips when you sit beside him, teetering on the edge, finally realizing that it was the first time you've entered his room. You could faintly make out pictures of him framed along the muted walls, the common theme being guns, medals, and his dull eyes through his balaclava. It was different, so unlike the ones he gave you. You could sniff out the strong cologne he always uses, with a hint of manly musk and tobacco.

It made you wonder what kind of man he truly was. You didn't know anything about him except for his name and that he's a powerful man of some sorts.

Curiosity gets the better of you, a sly finger to gliding on his pale skin—

The world comes hurdling down and your tiny figure is caged, dainty wrists clasped together by a feral beast, scowling. You couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes, the bloodlust in the air leaving you frozen. But the threatening silence ceases just as quickly as it had begun.

"Bunny?" König pauses, realizing his own mistake. "Oh, liebling. I'm sorry." He hoists your tear-filled self on his lap, adrenaline still rushing as he wipes your wet cheeks with his thumb. He curses himself for his habits. If there was one thing the military taught him, it was to sleep with one eye open. It was nearly instinctual, the way he'd slit throats even in his slumber. Perhaps it was a good indicator that his skills were still top notch but not at the expense of his darling. He sits up straight, one hand pulling you in by the waist, kissing your cheeks.

"Are you hurt? I'm sorry, love." Protectiveness swells inside König, searching your body for injuries he may have accidentally caused. He crouches, speaking as softly as possible, making himself smaller to not startle you.

"M' sorry!" A cute hiccup came from you as tears welled in your doe eyes. "Are you mad at me? Swear I wasn't trying to be a creep, I was just scared and, and," Poor thing, you were nearly hyperventilating with the way you were rushing your words.

König shushes you, tracing his thumb along your cheeks. "Don't cry, kleines mädchen. (little girl) I don't like seeing tears on that pretty face. I'm not mad, ja? Just startled." He grabs a firm hold of your hips, positioning you so that your head is resting on his broad chest. "Now why don't you tell me what you're doing here, hm?"

CRACK.

Just as he'd asked, a flash of thunder comes hurdling down and it has you curling in his arms, where he cradles you with his thick arms, engulfing you with his warmth. Like a big bear. "I'm scared." Weepy, you bury your face in his chest, drinking in his manly musk.

"Don't.. don't be scared, I'm here now." He croons, albeit awkward, still unsure how to fully handle someone as fragile as you. "As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you." And if they do, he'd get rid of them in the most painful way imaginable. But he wouldn't tell you that. Whispers of promises leave his lips, grooming your floppy ears until you're at ease.

"Really?" It was desperate, honestly, the way you clung to him. This man— you weren't sure if he was like the rest. If he was lying to you, showing you love and affection only to stab your back in the end. Still, you couldn't help but hope. That maybe this shitty life would finally start looking better for you.

That maybe he could make it better for you.

König bathes in your words, heart caught by the docile and weak nature you displayed. Getting a pet wife was a good investment. He leaves gentle caresses on your cheeks, your waist, hips— your womanly features, soft beyond imagination. To him, holding you was the closest he would ever be to heaven. "I promise. You're mine now, I won't let anything happen to you."

With a tender smile, König pulls the covers on top of you, rubbing over your hands to keep them warm. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep, a gentle expression on your face, mouth slightly agape as you breathed in and out.

"I'll make all your fears go away."

♡♡🎀♡♡

"Willst du sterben? (Do you want to die?) This isn't a matter for you to decide. It's either you will do it or I will tear your boney limbs off one by one and present it to your family." König scowls through the phone, brutish hands slamming on the wooden desk, leaving files rustling down the floor.

"Mmph!"

He pauses, doing a double take on the door where he spots a pair of floppy bunny ears poking out the frame.

"Sir, please, you don't understand, it's not possi—" The man fumbles on the other line, only to be rudely cut off by König.

"Shut up. I'm busy." He hangs up, tossing the phone to the ground. König takes a moment to settle, jaw still clenched from the altercation. It seemed that people had no manners these days. Nevertheless, König will be sure to correct that. Now onto his adorable pet.

"I can see you, doll." He hears a tiny squeak, bunny ears jolting in surprise. You seemed to think that you were being sneaky, spying on him through the door. It was endearing, really. He hears tiny shuffling before you finally decide to reveal yourself, doe eyes casted down as you trace circles along your babydoll dress.

It seems his bunny has taken a liking to fashion these days with the way you were running up his credit card bills. Though, he couldn't blame you. He had given you a tablet to keep yourself entertained a few days ago. You didn't know how online shopping worked and just kept tapping at everything you found to be cute.

"Come here." He pats a spot on his lap, meaty thighs unfurled across the seat, heavy bulge poking out his slackers as he manspreads. You take small, cautious steps towards him, teetering around him the same way you had been ever since your encounter that night; observing him with curious eyes, nearing closer, only to run away when he spots you.

You were lucky that your owner was a patient man. If it had been anyone else, your poor bunny cunt would've been stretched open and bruised already, overflowing with cream, making you the breeding hare you were meant to be.

Before you could even think of escaping, König yanks you onto his lap, burly arms holding your tiny body in position, leaving you frozen. "Don't be rude now, hm? Don't you remember what I taught you?" He gently ruts his hips on your clothed cunt, burying his face on the nape of your neck. Your mouth forms an 'o' shape, too distracted by the feeling of his tip probing you to think.

König juts his hips against you unexpectedly, breaking you out of your haze. "Said to, to use my words." Despite the gnawing feeling in your chest, you rub your plush body against his, unable to control your innate desire to be bred. At the end of the day, you were just a woman.

"Mhm." He grunts with half lidded eyes, adjusting you on his lap so that his tip is hitting your clit with every grind. "What brings you here, liebling? Thought I told you to sit still and watch some movies. Are you disobeying me?" He accuses.

"No!" You mewl, quick to defend yourself. "Was doing that then I watched this one thing, but then heard you yelling and then, I was— it's a coincidence!" You told him with such seriousness, as if what you were saying wasn't utter nonsense.

He nods with faux sympathy, only worsening your sudden outburst. He almost felt bad but really, the only thing he could think of was how turned on he was. He wanted to shove his length down that bratty mouth, force you to deepthroat him, maybe then you'd have something good to cry about.

Long fingers slip inside your panties, collecting your slick. "What did you see, bun? And don't lie to me." He flicks your clit, making you weak.

"A kiss but more." He observes how your gaze darts between his biceps and his lips, subconsciously rubbing your scent all over him. "Teach me how to do that." You're panting, clawing on his shirt.

"Oh? You want a kiss, bunny?" König mused, tracing your plump lips with his thumb. Of course you did, a woman like you would want attention from her owner. The only reason König hasn't claimed those lips was, well, he was trying to play the gentleman card. Get you to beg for him. "Tell me, have you ever kissed a man before?"

Bashfully, you shake your head, barely able to meet his piercing eyes. "Never kissed anyone before." You didn't know but König heard bells ringing inside his head after hearing your confession. You were the perfect canvas. A blank slate for him to sully with his love and obsession.

"Do you want daddy to teach your big girl kisses?" König breathed over your ears, gently nipping on the tiny thing. Strong fingers wrap around your delicate jaw, dominance radiating from his touch.

"Open." You sluttily part your lips, drooly tongue lolling out for him. He keeps a steady grip on your jaw, forcing them wider, and spits on your tongue. A purr eminates from your tummy as he slathers his saliva down your throat with his thumb.

You bring yourself to gaze at his darkened eyes; all shades of aquamarine blue reflecting from his irises. He was so pretty, yet so cruel. Then, he does something that forces the breath out of you, he slides two fingers down your tiny throat, forcing it open, fucking it open like he would with his cock. Holding his wrists, you try to pull his digits out of you, gagging. "Poor girl. Can't breathe, huh?" He laughs at your face, treating you like a dumb mutt. "Calm down, hun. I'm just getting you ready for me. Didn't think you'd get those big girl kisses without some preparation first, did you? Don't be fucking greedy."

The moment he lets go of his hold, your body jolts to inhale oxygen, drool dripping from your chin and down to your cleavage. Not to mention the absolute mess you left on the man's fingers; your usual preppy and fussy attitude now gone. Despite that, there's a desperate look on your face; pleading to be touched.

"Please, kiss me." You croaked, voice sore from the finger fucking you just experienced.

An indiscernible expression crosses his chiseled face at your request, inhaling deeply as if to contain himself. He doesn't say a word. Instead, he leans in and locks your lips with his. He was gentle. More gentle than you had ever expected. His taste was reminiscent of sandalwood and cigarettes: dripping with utter masculinity.

His dark brows furrow, entranced by your untrained lips. It was cute how you tried to mimic his actions, even gaining some courage to slip in a little tongue, eliciting a husky moan from the man. Within a second, he's gripping your cheeks, forcing your mouth open to let his tongue in: saliva serving as a sweet treat for him.

Little girls like you reeked of innocence, and a slutty streak waiting to be unveiled. It's sloppy, the way he sucked on your tongue, spit mixing together as you struggled for air. "Feelsh sho good, daddy." You slurred, a dopey smile engrained on your face.

"You having a good time, baby?" Faint, wet kisses trail from your lips and down to your neck, bruised lips inching closer to your sweet spot.

"Yeah." You flash a dopey smile his way, pupils blown and hazy, your perfectly groomed hair now sticking out in every direction. He couldn't believe you were already this worn out after a few kisses, wondering what you'd be like when you finally take his cock.

"Clean up the mess you made." With half lidded eyes, you clean up your slobber on his fingers with kitten licks, giggling playfully the entire time as you manage to unbuckle his belt and trace along his happy trail.

He leans in for a second round, only to be interrupted with a loud ringing from his phone. "Ah, fuck." He hoists you up his hip to grab the device, picking up the call with the full intent of killing the fucker who cock blocked him.

"Who is it?"

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König pumps his musky, leaky cock in his hands, moaning your name as he aims his tip onto the sweet treat. He's sloppy, drool dripping down his chin, precum leaking all over the counter. His angry tip twitches from his perverse act, knowing that you'll lap up his creamy cum happily without even knowing it.

He uses both hands so slide down his length, eyes rolled back in pleasure as he thinks of fucking your virgin cunt. How he'd violate and thoroughly use you for his own pleasure. Surely, he deserves a reward for being such a good owner, right? He was even going so far as to curate a special diet for a picky eater like you. You wouldn't survive a day in the wild, bun. You're lucky to have a man as generous as him.

"Scheiße, Scheiße, Scheiße." Thick spurts of cum gush out of his slit as he desperately tries to salvage his milky pearls and stuff it in your waffles, masking it as his 'special sauce'. He repeated this process until he made enough to mix in your milk too.

Why he did this? König found out through meticulous research that newly homed pets needed to familiarize themselves with their owners scent, and what better way to do that than by inseminating you with his seed that will soon take root in your belly? Plus, you've grown more picky with your food lately, opting for 'yummy sweets' as you described it. He had to at least add some nutrients to it.

"Liebling, come eat!" He chimes, tiny pits and pats heard as you made your way downstairs.

Since you've had your not so little kiss, you've practically been attached to König's hip; trailing behind him when he leaves the room, bringing your toys to his office to play, these days he wakes up to you sleeping on his chest, curled up in a ball. It filled him with a sense of pride knowing that you were finally opening up to him. After all, he wanted a proper wife, not a wild hare.

A cocky smile is plastered all over his face as you make a beeline for the plush chair next to him, stealing a kiss from his lips. "Mhm, bad girl," he smooshes your cheeks together, lightly tapping it, before giving you a big, wet kiss. "Eat now."

He couldn't hide his excitement as you devoured the creampie filled donut; bits and pieces dripping down your chin, gathering it with your thumb and sucking the delicious filling. "Hmm, it's more yummy today! Just a little bit salty."

"Mhm, I bet." Wincing, he drags his fists down his swollen, sensitive shaft, hips jutting in pleasure as he tried to maintain his composure.

"Are you okay, daddy? You look a little red." You inquired, thumb gathering the leftover cream on the corner of your lips, bringing it over your mouth to suck on it.

"Ja, I-I'm fine, darling. Drink your milk. A little girl like you needs her calcium." It felt so fucking good; wet, sloppy sounds made from his heavy balls slapping against his hands and pre-cum dripping down his monstrous cock, leaving an absolute mess on the floor.

Manly musk began to spread throughout the room as König neared his climax, hot sweat dripping down his forehead. "Shit." He curses under his breath, his cock still swollen and sensitive from his previous orgasms.

Your nose twitches, body responding to the natural testosterone around you, forgetting the glass in front of you altogether. König is too lost in his own pleasure to even notice a change of behavior, completely unaware that you've weasled your way under the table, met with sudden spurts of sticky white, dribbling down your face and tits.

"H-Huh?" You nearly cry out from the sudden mess, upset that your outfit had been ruined. You spent so much time grooming yourself today. To look like a presentable bunny. The drippy, leaky thing in front of you seems to have gotten softer, but your owner's attention was still elsewhere, his head thrown back in ecstasy. It's only when you cry out for him, looking like a baby deer caught in the headlights, did he finally realize his mistake.

"Oh doll," he wipes your pretty tears, shamelessly slapping his tip on your cheeks. "What're you crying for, huh?" He feigned ignorance, as if he didn't cum all over your face just now.

"Messy. It's ruined." You point to your hair and to your top. It was true, certain breeds like you paid special attention to their appearance: needing to look as pretty as possible in order to attract a mate. It just so happens that you were slowly getting attached to your owner. "I'm ruined."

He had to act and he had to do it quick. Otherwise, all the ground work he laid out would be all for nothing. "S' not true, doll. You look the prettiest you've ever been." He places his index finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"But I'm all sticky now." You huffed and puffed, untangling the straps of your top to get it off before it's fully ruined. He swore up and down that you were teasing him. Presenting your full breasts to him like that. He runs his tongue along your cheeks, tasting his own jizz, jutting your lips open to spit in your mouth.

König falls back to his seat with a grunt, jerking off his length once more. This time, right in your face. "W-What're you doing?"

"Making milk, bun. You like milk, don't you?" He cups his heavy balls, overflowing with cum that's begging to be pumped into a fertile cunt. "This. This is where milk comes from."

"Uh huh." König revels in how easy it was to manipulate you. Surely, you can't be that dumb, right? Your mouth hangs open at the display, your own pheromones responding to the breeding pump in front of you. Curious, you find yourself poking the mushroom-like head thing in front of you, causing it to twitch wildly in your touch.

"This is how natural milk is made, honey. All you have to do is milk it a little, see?" He guides your hand to his fat, throbbing base, encouraging you to pump it. "Oh fuck, just like that. Good girl. You can take it in your mouth too." His fat girth hung in front of you, twitching in anticipation.

For a moment, König lets you take things at your own pace, allowing you to explore. You mouthed on his length, giving the tip kitten licks, and toying with his fat balls. König closes his eyes, savoring the bliss of having your lips wrapped around his dick as you sucked him off all cute and innocent. "Take it deeper, baby. There's more flavor in there." Frustrated, he grabs a hold of your bunny ears, using them as handles to bob your head up and down. It seems your ears had a use after all.

Soon enough, König found himself sloppily fucking your throat, sweat and spit running down his balls as they slap against your chin. Swiftly, he stands, hoisting on foot up the dining chair as he ruins your mouth: filthy sounds of gagging and choking filling the room. He rubs your nose down his pubes, pinching your nose to plug both your airways, before taking his dick out all the way then forcing it back, repeating the process over and over again. He nearly laughed at your attempts to push him away by hitting repeatedly at his pudgy abdomen.

It seemed that you were enjoying this abuse too, darling. Otherwise, you wouldn't have made so much of a mess on the floor; your slick leaving a puddle as you hump the air. He's thick, long, and girthy, stretching your throat in all ways than one: morphing to the shape of his cock, ruining your for other men. "You're so pretty, angel. So damn pretty." He curses, finding himself beguiled by your pleasure-stricken face.

"Slutty little thing, huh? Getting on your knees and begging daddy for his milk? Didn't I teach you not to be a greedy bitch?" Each word was annunciated with a thrust deeper into you, König swore that he nearly reached into your belly.

Your throat tightened around his shaft and that combined with the warmth of your walls, König spasmed, releasing thick and nasty semen down your throat, cheeks puffed from the sheer amount. It didn't stop there, an obscene amount of milk sprayed everywhere, leaving the floor and your face and tits stained.

"Swallow." Slap. heavy palms forced your mouth open, not letting you waste any of his precious milk. You did so, tearily gulping down the semi-bitter liquid, lapping up at his base, not missing any corner. With one, strong hand, König easily swept you off the ground and onto the table, legs splayed out, cunt damp and ready for him to feast on.

He starts by suckling on your plump tits, uncaring for your pleas for him to stop. Loud mewls came from your lips as he dragged his tongue along your midriff and down to your mound, lapping up the cum he had sprayed on your body, twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

He stopped right in front of your soaked folds, inhaling your sweet scent. Thank you for the meal. He thinks to himself, before starting his brutal attacks on your bunny cunt, tongue fucking in and out of your hole, delving so deep that it reached all the spots you didn't know you had. Instantly, you found yourself kicking your legs and creaming all over him. "O-Ohh, daddy! More, more, more. Hurts!" You cried out greedily, torn between pushing him off and pushing him deeper in your honey pot. A tiny thing like you could do nothing but hold onto your daddy's biceps for support as he ravages you for hours on end. And König did just that, feasting upon you until his hunger was satisfied.

Tiny sobs came from your figure, looking absolutely wrecked from the event that just insued. You were confused and overstimulated. Everything felt so sticky and weird and your body hurts and—

"Shh, it's alright." Within a second, you're lifted up the floor and onto your owner's lap, careful to not let you make contact with his still sensitive length. He peppers kisses on your wet cheeks, whispering praises after being such a good girl for him. "Did so well for me, sugar. Gonna get you cleaned up, then I'll give you treats later on, huh? That sound good?" König proposes, rubbing your tummy in hopes to cheer you up.

"Yeah." You hiccup, wiping your slobber and snot on his shirt.

"Okay. Daddy's got you."

König ended up feeling guilty and got you five new outfits and toys after that.

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"Honey, I'm home!" König announces his presence, loud voice booming throughout the mansion, discarding his gloves to the side, and locking the door.

He braces himself, expecting you to come rattling down the stairs, patting around his body with your baby hands and sniffing him, before wrapping him in the shyest hug, arms barely reaching halfway around his waist.

But, nothing.

Suspicion befalls him upon the stillness and he calls out for your name once more, storming from room to room. There's a heavy feeling gnawing at his chest, feeling his heartbeat begin to rise. Did you run away? Did someone break in? No, that can't be. There's no sign of forced entry and there were barricades and electric wired fences around his property.

He finds himself tapping on his thigh, exactly ten counts repeatedly, old habits creeping up to him. "Where are you?"

Tap, Tap

He turns his haze upstairs where he hears familiar shuffling and whining, a faint 'daddy' coming from above. He breathes a sigh of relief, long fingers rubbing across his temples. "Gottverdammt." (Goddamn it.)

With a strength capable of killing a man, he bursts through your door and alas, he was greeted with a scene out of a porno: his bunny's ass poking high up in the air, puffy tail twitching wildly as you flailed to get your upper body out the bars of the bedframe. You had somehow moved the bed from the wall and gotten stuck in the frame. You kicked your feet, making a mess of your baby pink sheets. "Daddy mmph." More incoherent babbling were thrown his way as he stands in the doorframe, both shocked and amused.

Maybe he should just pet proof the entire house at this point.

"Oh, darling." König failed to hide his amusement, lip corners curling into a grin as he leaned against the doorframe. Your floppy ears perked up upon hearing your owner's presence, mewling for him to help like he always did. "I can't understand your bunny talk, hase. Use your words."

There's a moment of stillness and a blank look in those big eyes, as if you were trying to comprehend his words. "Please." You cried out pathetically. "Please help me!"

"Please, what?"

"Please, daddy!" König lets out a pleased hum, snapping a quick photo for him to brag to his friends in the upcoming meeting.

Such a dumb, vulnerable pet presenting for him. He would be damned if he didn't take advantage of the situation.

The man crouches beside you, rough hands groping your butt, twirling your fluffy tail in between his ring and index finger, making your arch your back. "Ohh." He gives your tail experimentational tugs, nearly making you cream your panties, slick dripping down your thighs. He tugs on your skimpy top, exposing your flushed tits and hardened nipples. With a perverse smirk, he began probing at your plush breasts.

"Bad girl." He tsks, taking a note of your reaction. It seems his pet liked being roughed up. "Dumb little pet, you must have for riling me up." Grabbing a hold of your scalp, he shoves your head onto the wall, rubbing your dumb face against it, not enough to hurt, but just enough to emphasize his words. "You can whine all you want, bun. But I can smell the slick leaking all over your panties."

Loosening his grip, he gives you a moment to breathe, turning his attention to your soaked cunt. You were dripping, wetness dripping your thighs as you kicked up a storm. "Noo, let me go!" came your breathy pleas, a familiar heat spreading all over your tummy and, down there, spreading like wildfire. "S' so hot and sticky. I think— I think I'm sick." A burning heat engulfed your body and you wondered if you had a fever or if you were deathly ill. Why was it that you felt this way whenever you saw him?

He eyes darkened at your innocence, pale blue eyes now murky with lust and the desire to drown in your very being. "Don't worry, bunny. Daddy will make it all better. I'll give you my honey cream."

"Your honey cream? Is it yummy?" You tilt your head, fully invested, wondering if it was one of those sweet treats the man had fed you whenever you were a 'good girl'

"Don't you know, little Hase? It's a special juice that cures all sickness!" Perverted lies spouted out of his mouth with ease, veiny fingers covering his nearly frothing mouth, panting like a mad dog just from catching a sight of your behind.

"I didn't know about that."

"Of course you don't, liebling. You're just a little girl. You're not exactly made for thinking."

To him, you were the perfect candidate for that. While König was lost in his thoughts, you began squirming, back and shoulders sore from maintaining the same position for so long. Dainty nails scratch against the wall, doing what you could to try and free yourself, and then you feel it. Something hard poking your.. down there.

Before you could even register anything, you feel yourself being stripped of your skirt, hearing a loud rip, the cold air suddenly penetrating your privates. The bed dips behind you, lots of shuffling being done. "I don't think this is right. P-Please help me out of here."

Your incessant huffing was lost to König. After all, why should he listen to a dumb bunny like you? "Be a good girl, ja? I'm trying to help you. Now spread your legs wider."

A part of König knew he was a sick, old bastard for projecting his most deprived and disgusting fantasies onto you. But surely, he deserved this. After dedicating more than 2 decades of his life to his country, he deserved a wife— a soft, sweet, and precious woman who contradicted him in every way. Bringing light into his life and giving him the most perfect and adorable children.

König takes a moment to appreciate the sight of your drippy pussy in front of him, a hint of pink splayed on your folds. You were slightly bushy, a light layer of soft hair around your mound just the way he preferred. Out of all the women he's slept with, you had the prettiest cunt he's ever seen. All of his preferences in one, almost as if it's been tailored for him. He could tell you liked this too with the amount of slick that dribbled down your hole. That's good, he wouldn't need lube after all.

Without any shame, König inhales a puff of your cunny juice before delving in face first into your warm, wet hole. His dirty actions fuel your fight or flight response, ears stiffening, hinds kicking his chest as hard as you could in order to search for the opening. "Oh? It seems my little bunny has some fight in her." He laughs darkly, bringing a harsh hand down your ass. Your attempts to intimidate him only seems to have riled him up more as he uses your ass cheeks as a resting place for his heavy, monstrous dick.

"Don't be so fucking ungrateful." His German accent is thick, revealing itself in times like these. You hear a loud crack and suddenly, you're being yanked from your scalp, body free from its confines as the headboard is broken into three pieces by his bare hands. Depravity is evident in his eyes and the way the veins around his neck popped as he held you with one, over towering hand, his entire figure dwarfing you.

It scared you. "I give you a nice home, feed that picky mouth of yours every single day. And this is how you repay me?" He spits through gritted teeth. "Do you even know how good you have it? You should be grateful."

Hot tears welled in your eyes, pouty lips quivering. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to. Didn't mean to kick you." You're too emotional to notice how his length is throbbing along your slit. Desperate, you peppered sloppy kisses along his jaw, begging for his love and forgiveness though racked sobs. "I'm sorry, daddy, I'm sorry! I'll do anything."

König merely shakes his head, licking a long stripe on your cheeks to taste your salty tears. Now this is what a pet ought to do: beg and grovel for its owner. König flips you onto your back, pumping his length over your mound. You should be thankful that he's held himself back for this long. It was time for you to fulfill your duties as his wife. "You'll have to pay for what you've done."

König doesn't give you time to prepare, easing his cock into your tiny pussy, the burn of the stretch so deliciously filthy. "It hurts," You weep, "It won't fit!"

Of course it wouldn't. His cock never managed to fit inside the other women he's fucked before so how would it fit inside you, a pet that's several times smaller than the average? "You'll learn how to take it if you want to make it up to me."

And you squeeze your eyes shut, "Hurts," nails digging into his back at the pain of him penetrating your unused hole. But you tried to pull through the pain, after all, you didn't want to disappoint him more than you already did. What if he threw you away too?

He feels himself going cross-eyed at your warmth, how wet and soft your walls felt around his swollen member. "Oh, fuck." A slutty moan came out of him before he could even prevent it. He's dreamed of this moment from the moment he saw you. God, you felt like heaven. With one harsh thrust, he completely impales you with his cock.

"N-No!" You wailed, kicking and punching at his chest in an attempt to get his weight off of you but you're only reprimanded by a harsher thrust, his tip reaching all the way to your womb. You wanted to run away, he was gonna ruin you!

The way your belly bulges around his cock only riled him up more, increasing his vigor. At least he tried to coax you into calming down by rubbing his thumb across your belly, where his children would soon be. "Ja, keep crying. You look so pretty like that. Prettiest girl I've ever seen."

Your tiny cunt is being fucked wide open by his daddy dick, heavy breeder balls slapping against your perfect ass. "So damn tight, liebling. Daddy's splitting you open, huh?" And he's whispering praises all over your bitten lips, slick with drool. Nothing in this world would ever compare to the sight of his sweet girl taking him so well.

König turns his attention to your perfect breasts, bouncing with every brutal thrust he makes. If anything, it made him even more sure that you were teasing him. "Mhm." He greedily latches his mouth on your tits, free hand squeezing and kneading the other. König makes sure to give both equal attention, he didn't want the other feeling lonely after all: he's sinking his teeth on your soft skin, leaving love bites littered over your soft breasts. He made them as dark as possible, with the full intent of letting everyone know you were his.

Soon enough, your wails of pain turned into one of pleasure, "Ngh, daddy! So deep, can't— can't breathe!" Came your whiney moans, despite simultaneously wrapping your dainty legs around his waist, forcing him in deeper inside of you, entire body weight laid out on you.

"Don't act so fucking innocent now, pet. Look, bun." He yanks your ears down, forcing you to look at how he's hammering your pussy. "You virgin cunt's weeping all over my dick. Bet you love this, huh?" He nods your head yes, mockingly cooing at you. "Know you've been imagining this, you think I don't hear you humping your pillows in the middle of the night? You think you're fucking sneaky."

Stupid girl. He was close to exploding his load in you at this point, with the way you were gripping on him so tight, clearly in too much pleasure for your bunny brain to handle. But it's too soon, he has to land a heavy slap on your cheeks in order to snap you out of your haze. "Stay fucking still."

He's so deep. So deep that his swollen tip kissed your cervix with every brutal thrust.

And you're being forced into different positions, body bending in ways you didn't know were possible. König keeps a firm grip on your fleshy hips to the point of bruising, bouncing you on his dick like a fleshlight, shaping your pussy into the shape of his dick, ruining you for any other men.

Rough fingers coax your mouth open, tongue lolling out as he spits in your mouth. "Swallow." His hands tighten around your scalp, pulling your back to his pudgy abdomen, pubic hair tickling your ass. It's filthy, the way he forces his cock into your holes, eliciting wet, squelching noises.

Then he feels your shrivel up, face scrunching up when he hits a particular spongey spot. "Oh, I found your special place, huh?" He trudges cockily, chuckling as he starts brutally assaulting your g-spot with his fat girth. He'll make sure you won't be able to walk by the time he's done with you.

The burn of your manicured nails scratching along his back has him moaning. "Yeah, that's it. Scratch all you want, bunny. I'm yours." His encouragement seems to have triggered something inside you, as you're nibble on his biceps, tiny bite marks plastered all over him. Not only that but you're scenting him, rubbing your face all over the crook of his neck.

"Mine, mine, mine. My daddy!" You sobbed, vision blurring from desperation, rutting your hips to meet his brutal assaults.

"I can't, I can't. I'm gonna—" Suddenly, you feel it. A surging, overwhelming wave of pleasure overcoming your body. You find yourself crying out for him, repeating his name like a prayer, cunt squeezing so tight around him that it sucked his breath out. Something just clicks in your brain and you kiss him, tears running down your cheeks as you latch onto him.

"Hat mir so gut getan, Liebling." (You did so good for me, darling.) Sweet cream dribbled down his balls and down to the sheets with a seemingly endless supply, ruining the velvety sheets. "But we're not done here." He pulls out, the absence of his dick leaving your hole gaping, dripping with your sweet juices.

König flips you so that you're on all fours, plump ass presented to him once more. He spreads the pretty thing, licking his thumb before rubbing it all over your puckered hole; your body still twitching and weeping from your previous orgasm, puffy tail twitching along with you. You were practically passed out at this point.

He takes full advantage of that fact, impaling your cunt with his heavy length. He couldn't take it anymore, he's held back for far too long. König shoves your face back into the pillows, all the cells in his body coordinating to do one thing: to breed you. He's whining, "Gonna get you pregnant, bunny. Gonna pump you full with my seed, make you swollen and helpless." Pleasure takes over him and he begins to make mindless thrusts, hips rutting in and out of your breeding hole.

"Fuck, fuck. Oh shit— I'm cumming!" Large amounts of seed come flushing inside your belly, more than enough to have it bulging, leaking out of you. It doesn't stop there, his heavy balls keep on pulsating and twitching, giving you the sweetest creampie you've ever received in your life.

"I love you, darling."

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You woke up the next day, alone in the cool sheets, the morning light peaking through the blinds. You find yourself unable to move an inch: bruised and sore as a reminder of last night.

Where is he? You thought. Did he leave you? Did he not want you anymore? But he wouldn't, right? Not when his offspring is now growing in your belly after being bred so thoroughly. He was your mate now and you were his.

Before you could spiral down even more, you hear his heavy footsteps near. Come to think of it, you were in his room, wearing his shirt too. Though, it looked more like a dress on you.

You smiled. It smelled like him.

"Good morning, darling." König croons, body clad in gray sweats that accentuated the outline of his meaty thighs and his.. he scoots over, making space for him to lay on as he leans down to give you a brief but loving kiss. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay." You answered briefly, making his head tilt. "I'm sore."

"Gut." He props you on his lap, arms wrapped around your waist while he rests his chin on your shoulder. "Ah, that reminds me. I got you a gift."

He rummages through his pockets, searching for the dangly thing. Ding.

The chime of a bell catches your attention; eyes sparkling with amazement as you lay your eyes on a collar. The prettiest one you've ever seen. It was baby pink, with lacey frills on the side, made from the finest silks, a bow on the middle accompanied with a bell.

"F-For me?" Meekly, you ask him with flushed cheeks. Suddenly remembering your conversation last week where you mentioned your favorite color.

"Yes, doll. For you."

"Are you sure?"

A hearty laugh arises from him. "Ja, schatz. I'm sure. I don't have other bunnies hopping around the house, do I?"

No one has ever gifted you anything so precious before. There were so many things you wanted to say but all you could muster was a nod.

"Turn around, doll." You obey, lifting your hair up, exposing your nape to him in the process, making his breath hitch. Scarred fingers wrap around your throat, forcing you to look up at him. "You're pretty, you know that?"

You shake your head, no. Being met with a chuckle and a playful tap on your cheeks. "I like a humble girl, too." He likes that, how shy you are, like a fine woman ought to be.

The truth was, a poor artisan nearly died in order for your collar to be made on time. He was one of the most prominent ones in the city, claimed he was too busy and that he had to pre-order just like everyone else. König couldn't have that, didn't understand why he of all people should wait like a normal person, especially when it came to his latest toy. Maybe all that fame was getting into his head. And so, he taught him a valuable lesson.

It required quite a bit of work and he had to pull some strings to get the most satisfactory results but the expression on your face makes everything worth it.

König clasps the collar around your neck, gingerly adjusting it to your side before giving the bell a playful flick. He almost feels bad, seeing your innocent face. Unaware that he was forcing his obsessive love onto you, taking advantage of your naivety.

That's why it made him all the more confused when you launched yourself at him, peppering his face with kisses, muttering words that he could only assume were ones of affection. He knew your bunny brain could get so mushy at times, especially when it sees sparkly things.

Finally, you turn to meet his gaze, his heart thumping out of his chest when he spots your smiling cheeks and crescent shaped eyes.

"Thank you, König."

That was the first time you've smiled at him so brightly.

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That was it for part 2 of König x Bunny. I'm not sure if I'll have a part 3 since I don't know where to go from here buttt my requests are now open for Konig and bunny asks!

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my inbox is so dry rn, pls anyone send me asks😭 also working on the other ones i got recently🩷

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i literally cannot, i wanna makeout with königs bulge while he strokes my hair and tells me how much a stupid slut i am for him

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sweaty!könig with his doll who has a scent kink.

König who barely just closed the door before you're running in his arms, small body clad in a baby pink apron with his initials on it. You utter words of excitement, so happy to see him after a long day of work. "Missed you so much, daddy."

"I need to shower, maus. I'm dirty." Grunting, he tries to pry you off his body, muscles glistening with sweat and grime garnered from training the new recruits but you barely ever budge, kitten nails clawing all over his uniform, eager to rip it off, looking at him with such adorable puppy eyes. Such sweet eyes tainted with lust and perversion.

It doesn't take long for you to scratch your way through his top, nose buried in his nape, small hands cupping his heavy balls over his pants. He's moaning, biting his lip as you lick a stripe between the valley of his pecs, teeth then brushing over his sensitive nipples. You breathe out hot puffs, high on your daddy's fumes.

"Ah, Scheiße. You wanna be a dirty slut, huh?" König is quick to regain control, fists balled against your scalp, yanking your locks. With a tight grasp, he drags you over to the couch, forcing you on your knees. "Open." He inquires, forcing your jaw slack, spitting right on your puffy lips.

Of course, being the man König is, he's delighted that his babygirl was so perverse. Even stroked his ego a bit to know that you liked his manly scent, whoring yourself out to him at any chance you got. He raises a hand on you, slapping your soft cheeks. He loved the way you looked right now, liebling. All teary and sweet, begging for his cock. He was a generous man, he'd give you anything you wanted.

With a click of his tongue, he unbuckles his belt, your puppy eyes following every move he makes. He spreads his legs for you, revealing the mouthwatering bulge poking out over his boxers, a certain spot damp with what you assumed was sweat. "Go on."

You took that as your cue, forcing your nose over his still soft cock, sniffing his heavy musky over the thin cloth. You were sloppy, tongue running over his balls, then probing over his happy trail, nimble fingers squeezing his pecs. König groans, hips jerking towards your mouth. Squeezing your legs together, you feel yourself going crossed eyed over his smell alone. "Enjoying yourself?" He tsks, smiling condescendingly.

"Mhm."

Slowly, your tongue crept up along the holes of his boxers, licking over the rather bitter spot, barely poking his throbbing dick through it. You're delighted, cock hungry for your daddy; on your knees, hazy dumbed out eyes, and parted, drooly lips. It was a sight straight out of a porno. Soon, you're slobbering all over his thighs, suckling on his hung, bulbous cock as you palm his balls, nose pressed against his happy trail.

König almost instantly creams, the notion of his little girl performing depraved acts was almost too much for him. He bobs your head up and down, hips meeting your wet mouth with every rough thrust. Globs of precum and spit coat his inner thighs, which you eagerly lap up, constantly switching between licking his cock, biceps, and chest.

"Shmell sho good."

König took it a step further, beastial hands gathering your hair to a messy pigtail, feet elevated to the spot beside you to keep you pinned down. Without missing a beat, he begins ravishing your throat, brutally face fucking you, sloppy balls slapping your chin with every thrust, a mixture of sticky drool and juice running down your lips, not to mention his heavy length resting on your tongue, utterly ruining you.

You feel yourself getting lightheaded, the lack of oxygen making its effect on you. You weren't so eager now, hm?

König laughs, rutting mindlessly over his darlings pretty face, rubbing his precum all over your nose, mouth, cheeks, "Agh, f-fuck! Stick your tongue out, liebling." He's panting like a dog, losing his mind over your sloppy, albeit forced blowjob. He's using your sticky hole in every creative sense, thrusting sideways just to see his tip like out of your cheeks, plugging your nose, slapping you with it.

A string of curses leave his lips, thrusts getting sloppier if even possible, he pulls his sticky, dripping length out of your mouth, globs of thick and potent cum spraying all over your face and tits, painting you a pretty shade of white.

After all, you're the one who wanted to smell like him, right?

He doesn't end it there, using his veiny cock to smear his pearly cum across your body, even going so far as to spread it in between your pussy lips, stealing a few licks here and there while you gag on his salty fingers. Once satisfied, he takes a moment to admire his masterpiece.

"There you go, pup. All pretty for me now."

[hischokehold]

sweaty!könig with his doll who has a scent kink.

König who barely just closed the door before you're running in his arms, small body clad in a baby pink apron with his initials on it. You utter words of excitement, so happy to see him after a long day of work. "Missed you so much, daddy."

"I need to shower, maus. I'm dirty." Grunting, he tries to pry you off his body, muscles glistening with sweat and grime garnered from training the new recruits but you barely ever budge, kitten nails clawing all over his uniform, eager to rip it off, looking at him with such adorable puppy eyes. Such sweet eyes tainted with lust and perversion.

It doesn't take long for you to scratch your way through his top, nose buried in his nape, small hands cupping his heavy balls over his pants. He's moaning, biting his lip as you lick a stripe between the valley of his pecs, teeth then brushing over his sensitive nipples. You breathe out hot puffs, high on your daddy's fumes.

"Ah, Scheiße. You wanna be a dirty slut, huh?" König is quick to regain control, fists balled against your scalp, yanking your locks. With a tight grasp, he drags you over to the couch, forcing you on your knees. "Open." He inquires, forcing your jaw slack, spitting right on your puffy lips.

Of course, being the man König is, he's delighted that his babygirl was so perverse. Even stroked his ego a bit to know that you liked his manly scent, whoring yourself out to him at any chance you got. He raises a hand on you, slapping your soft cheeks. He loved the way you looked right now, liebling. All teary and sweet, begging for his cock. He was a generous man, he'd give you anything you wanted.

With a click of his tongue, he unbuckles his belt, your puppy eyes following every move he makes. He spreads his legs for you, revealing the mouthwatering bulge poking out over his boxers, a certain spot damp with what you assumed was sweat. "Go on."

You took that as your cue, forcing your nose over his still soft cock, sniffing his heavy musky over the thin cloth. You were sloppy, tongue running over his balls, then probing over his happy trail, nimble fingers squeezing his pecs. König groans, hips jerking towards your mouth. Squeezing your legs together, you feel yourself going crossed eyed over his smell alone. "Enjoying yourself?" He tsks, smiling condescendingly.

"Mhm."

Slowly, your tongue crept up along the holes of his boxers, licking over the rather bitter spot, barely poking his throbbing dick through it. You're delighted, cock hungry for your daddy; on your knees, hazy dumbed out eyes, and parted, drooly lips. It was a sight straight out of a porno. Soon, you're slobbering all over his thighs, suckling on his hung, bulbous cock as you palm his balls, nose pressed against his happy trail.

König almost instantly creams, the notion of his little girl performing depraved acts was almost too much for him. He bobs your head up and down, hips meeting your wet mouth with every rough thrust. Globs of precum and spit coat his inner thighs, which you eagerly lap up, constantly switching between licking his cock, biceps, and chest.

"Shmell sho good."

König took it a step further, beastial hands gathering your hair to a messy pigtail, feet elevated to the spot beside you to keep you pinned down. Without missing a beat, he begins ravishing your throat, brutally face fucking you, sloppy balls slapping your chin with every thrust, a mixture of sticky drool and juice running down your lips, not to mention his heavy length resting on your tongue, utterly ruining you.

You feel yourself getting lightheaded, the lack of oxygen making its effect on you. You weren't so eager now, hm?

König laughs, rutting mindlessly over his darlings pretty face, rubbing his precum all over your nose, mouth, cheeks, "Agh, f-fuck! Stick your tongue out, liebling." He's panting like a dog, losing his mind over your sloppy, albeit forced blowjob. He's using your sticky hole in every creative sense, thrusting sideways just to see his tip like out of your cheeks, plugging your nose, slapping you with it.

A string of curses leave his lips, thrusts getting sloppier if even possible, he pulls his sticky, dripping length out of your mouth, globs of thick and potent cum spraying all over your face and tits, painting you a pretty shade of white.

After all, you're the one who wanted to smell like him, right?

He doesn't end it there, using his veiny cock to smear his pearly cum across your body, even going so far as to spread it in between your pussy lips, stealing a few licks here and there while you gag on his salty fingers. Once satisfied, he takes a moment to admire his masterpiece.

"There you go, pup. All pretty for me now."

[hischokehold]

sweaty!könig with his doll who has a scent kink.

König who barely just closed the door before you're running in his arms, small body clad in a baby pink apron with his initials on it. You utter words of excitement, so happy to see him after a long day of work. "Missed you so much, daddy."

"I need to shower, maus. I'm dirty." Grunting, he tries to pry you off his body, muscles glistening with sweat and grime garnered from training the new recruits but you barely ever budge, kitten nails clawing all over his uniform, eager to rip it off, looking at him with such adorable puppy eyes. Such sweet eyes tainted with lust and perversion.

It doesn't take long for you to scratch your way through his top, nose buried in his nape, small hands cupping his heavy balls over his pants. He's moaning, biting his lip as you lick a stripe between the valley of his pecs, teeth then brushing over his sensitive nipples. You breathe out hot puffs, high on your daddy's fumes.

"Ah, Scheiße. You wanna be a dirty slut, huh?" König is quick to regain control, fists balled against your scalp, yanking your locks. With a tight grasp, he drags you over to the couch, forcing you on your knees. "Open." He inquires, forcing your jaw slack, spitting right on your puffy lips.

Of course, being the man König is, he's delighted that his babygirl was so perverse. Even stroked his ego a bit to know that you liked his manly scent, whoring yourself out to him at any chance you got. He raises a hand on you, slapping your soft cheeks. He loved the way you looked right now, liebling. All teary and sweet, begging for his cock. He was a generous man, he'd give you anything you wanted.

With a click of his tongue, he unbuckles his belt, your puppy eyes following every move he makes. He spreads his legs for you, revealing the mouthwatering bulge poking out over his boxers, a certain spot damp with what you assumed was sweat. "Go on."

You took that as your cue, forcing your nose over his still soft cock, sniffing his heavy musky over the thin cloth. You were sloppy, tongue running over his balls, then probing over his happy trail, nimble fingers squeezing his pecs. König groans, hips jerking towards your mouth. Squeezing your legs together, you feel yourself going crossed eyed over his smell alone. "Enjoying yourself?" He tsks, smiling condescendingly.

"Mhm."

Slowly, your tongue crept up along the holes of his boxers, licking over the rather bitter spot, barely poking his throbbing dick through it. You're delighted, cock hungry for your daddy; on your knees, hazy dumbed out eyes, and parted, drooly lips. It was a sight straight out of a porno. Soon, you're slobbering all over his thighs, suckling on his hung, bulbous cock as you palm his balls, nose pressed against his happy trail.

König almost instantly creams, the notion of his little girl performing depraved acts was almost too much for him. He bobs your head up and down, hips meeting your wet mouth with every rough thrust. Globs of precum and spit coat his inner thighs, which you eagerly lap up, constantly switching between licking his cock, biceps, and chest.

"Shmell sho good."

König took it a step further, beastial hands gathering your hair to a messy pigtail, feet elevated to the spot beside you to keep you pinned down. Without missing a beat, he begins ravishing your throat, brutally face fucking you, sloppy balls slapping your chin with every thrust, a mixture of sticky drool and juice running down your lips, not to mention his heavy length resting on your tongue, utterly ruining you.

You feel yourself getting lightheaded, the lack of oxygen making its effect on you. You weren't so eager now, hm?

König laughs, rutting mindlessly over his darlings pretty face, rubbing his precum all over your nose, mouth, cheeks, "Agh, f-fuck! Stick your tongue out, liebling." He's panting like a dog, losing his mind over your sloppy, albeit forced blowjob. He's using your sticky hole in every creative sense, thrusting sideways just to see his tip like out of your cheeks, plugging your nose, slapping you with it.

A string of curses leave his lips, thrusts getting sloppier if even possible, he pulls his sticky, dripping length out of your mouth, globs of thick and potent cum spraying all over your face and tits, painting you a pretty shade of white.

After all, you're the one who wanted to smell like him, right?

He doesn't end it there, using his veiny cock to smear his pearly cum across your body, even going so far as to spread it in between your pussy lips, stealing a few licks here and there while you gag on his salty fingers. Once satisfied, he takes a moment to admire his masterpiece.

"There you go, pup. All pretty for me now."

[hischokehold]

sweaty!könig with his doll who has a scent kink.

König who barely just closed the door before you're running in his arms, small body clad in a baby pink apron with his initials on it. You utter words of excitement, so happy to see him after a long day of work. "Missed you so much, daddy."

"I need to shower, maus. I'm dirty." Grunting, he tries to pry you off his body, muscles glistening with sweat and grime garnered from training the new recruits but you barely ever budge, kitten nails clawing all over his uniform, eager to rip it off, looking at him with such adorable puppy eyes. Such sweet eyes tainted with lust and perversion.

It doesn't take long for you to scratch your way through his top, nose buried in his nape, small hands cupping his heavy balls over his pants. He's moaning, biting his lip as you lick a stripe between the valley of his pecs, teeth then brushing over his sensitive nipples. You breathe out hot puffs, high on your daddy's fumes.

"Ah, Scheiße. You wanna be a dirty slut, huh?" König is quick to regain control, fists balled against your scalp, yanking your locks. With a tight grasp, he drags you over to the couch, forcing you on your knees. "Open." He inquires, forcing your jaw slack, spitting right on your puffy lips.

Of course, being the man König is, he's delighted that his babygirl was so perverse. Even stroked his ego a bit to know that you liked his manly scent, whoring yourself out to him at any chance you got. He raises a hand on you, slapping your soft cheeks. He loved the way you looked right now, liebling. All teary and sweet, begging for his cock. He was a generous man, he'd give you anything you wanted.

With a click of his tongue, he unbuckles his belt, your puppy eyes following every move he makes. He spreads his legs for you, revealing the mouthwatering bulge poking out over his boxers, a certain spot damp with what you assumed was sweat. "Go on."

You took that as your cue, forcing your nose over his still soft cock, sniffing his heavy musky length over the thin cloth. You were sloppy, tongue running over his balls, then probing over his happy trail, nimble fingers squeezing his pecs. König groans, hips jerking towards your mouth. Squeezing your legs together, you feel yourself going crossed eyed over his smell alone. "Enjoying yourself?" He tsks, smiling condescendingly.

"Mhm."

Slowly, your tongue crept up along the holes of his boxers, licking over the rather bitter spot, barely poking his throbbing dick through it. You're delighted, cock hungry for your daddy; on your knees, hazy dumbed out eyes, and parted, drooly lips. It was a sight straight out of a porno. Soon, you're slobbering all over his thighs, suckling on his hung, bulbous cock as you palm his balls, nose pressed against his happy trail.

König almost instantly creams, the notion of his little girl performing depraved acts was almost too much for him. He bobs your head up and down, hips meeting your wet mouth with every rough thrust. Globs of precum and spit coat his inner thighs, which you eagerly lap up, constantly switching between licking his cock, biceps, and chest.

"Shmell sho good."

König took it a step further, beastial hands gathering your hair to a messy pigtail, feet elevated to the spot beside you to keep you pinned down. Without missing a beat, he begins ravishing your throat, brutally face fucking you, sloppy balls slapping your chin with every thrust, a mixture of sticky drool and juice running down your lips, not to mention his heavy length resting on your tongue, utterly ruining you.

You feel yourself getting lightheaded, the lack of oxygen making its effect on you. You weren't so eager now, hm?

König laughs, rutting mindlessly over his darlings pretty face, rubbing his precum all over your nose, mouth, cheeks, "Agh, f-fuck! Stick your tongue out, liebling." He's panting like a dog, losing his mind over your sloppy, albeit forced blowjob. He's using your weepy hole in every creative sense, thrusting sideways just to see his tip like out of your cheeks, plugging your nose, slapping you with it.

A string of curses leave his lips, thrusts getting sloppier if even possible, he pulls his sticky, dripping length out of your mouth, globs of thick and potent cum spraying all over your face and tits, painting you a pretty shade of white.

After all, you're the one who wanted to smell like him, right?

He doesn't end it there, using his veiny cock to smear his pearly cum across your body, even going so far as to spread it in between your pussy lips, stealing a few licks here and there while you gag on his salty fingers. Once satisfied, he takes a moment to admire his masterpiece.

"There you go, pup. All pretty for me now."

[hischokehold]

A little break from deprived könig

König often forgot he was human. With blood pumping in his veins, feelings, emotions. Perhaps it was only on moments like these where he felt alive. A semblance of sanity.

There he was, head laid atop his little loves lap, dark hair splayed everywhere. Face and soul bare, basking in the sun that slipped through the cracks of the window as your manicured nails gently scratched his scalp. You were an angel, truly, he thought. Gifted by god himself to a monster like him.

"Hm? What's wrong, Kö?" Taking your reading glasses aside, you closed your little book about some clichè rom-com to focus on him. The use of his nickname sent him spiraling deeper, burying his face in your soft thighs with a tiny peck, eliciting the sweetest giggles from you.

"Nothing, liebling. Keep reading, ja?" Surely you felt it, his love for you, in every moment he stroked your soft cheeks, muttering words of praise. König would never admit it, years filled with the bloodied corpses of his comrades and those precious to him wouldn't allow him to in fear that he would lose you, too. But you were everything to him, the only thing that mattered in this world.

You were rightfully his, and God help any soul who lay their hands on you.