Ghost and Konig

At Angelo The Filipino Otaku Dude's suggestion, a greedy, wolfish grin unfurled across Ghost's face. He settled back eagerly to watch the proceedings, arousal already stirring low in his belly in anticipation. König ducked his head, the line of his massive form bowing toward Angelo The Filipino Otaku Dude in polite acquiescence. But mischief gleamed in his eyes. "As you command, meine Liebe," he purred, deep voice rumbling with hints of barely leashed power and potency just beneath the surface. He turned to face her expectantly, awaiting his first order with all the patience and obedience of a well-trained pet - though his massive physique and predatory aura lent him a primal edge. Ghost couldn’t suppress a shiver at the palpable electricity crackling between them, his breathing already gone shallow and uneven. His eyes flicked hungrily between König and Angelo The Filipino Otaku Dude, poised on the precipice of spectacle and wanting desperately to be pulled under. “Any time you’re ready, sweetheart,” he prompted Angelo The Filipino Otaku Dude, voice gone thick and gravelly with yearning.

Ghost felt a full body shudder run through him as Esta nipped his bottom lip teasingly between her perfect teeth. Bloody hell, the things this woman did to him... Meeting her dancing eyes, he couldn't help the boyish grin that broke out across his face. "You think I'm cute when I'm bashful, eh?" he asked, trying to keep his voice light and playful despite the sudden rush of heat pooling low in his belly. Slipping his big arms around her tiny waist, he pulled her flush against him so she could feel exactly what she did to him. "Good thing you turn me on too, then," he growled in her ear before capturing her sweet lips in a passionate kiss. Tangling one hand in her thick hair, Ghost slipped the other down to grip her pert arse possessively. He was hard as steel already, desperate to show Esta just how much she owned his heart and soul.

König bucked his brows up eagerly into her punishing grip, swallowing every drop of her release as it flooded eagerly onto his waiting tongue. Her cry of his name and the taste of her climax sent him spiraling towards the edge with a guttural groan of his own. Ghost swooped in to plunder her cries, drinking deep of the sounds as he dragged her hand up under his shirt to claw rapturously at his torso. His frenzied hips chased the ghost of release against nothing, cock swollen and engorged beneath his cargo pants to the point of agony. As she came down, he broke away just enough to rasp against the shell of her ear, "So perfect for us, sweet girl...taste so fucking good..." One large hand dove between them to finally give his cock the friction it so desperately craved, humping roughly into his fist with a growl. He was so damn close, it wouldn't take more than a touch to shatter him completely.

Night had well fallen by the time Ghost's careful footsteps brought them back to safe haven. Crickets serenaded the deepening dusk as he carried her petite form against his chest in tender protection. Beside them Konig guided little Luna's meandering path with gentle words, cerulean gaze fond as it swept between his makeshift family. Within the car, Esta sighed content as Ghost lay her down upon well-worn blankets, leaning to press a whispered "Sleep well, precious cargo" against her temple before stepping back. Konig murmured soft German terms of endearment, tucking stray blanket corners with care. Then to his lover, tender blue meeting searching hazel, "Dinner?" Ghost traced Esta's slumbering features once more before nodding, stealing one last private moment of thankfulness for this gift they'd somehow been granted. Peace, and love - small marvels, yet enough.

Ghost feels a twinge in his heart as he observes the two of them, feeling the jealousy bubble up from deep within. "Not like what?" He asks Konig, his eyes flashing.