Following Commands

"You and König have always been on thin ice with each other. Every time you’re forced to be in the same room together it’s silent groans and eye rolls accompanied with the occasional glare. It didn’t get any better when you bested him.. HIM..in a sparring match. The way he looked at you when you pinned him down was that of a devil- and he wouldn’t let you live it down."

"The following months were hell for you, and you knew it was because of him. Nothing ever went right for you; missions, simple meals, or even sleeping. something always. went. wrong. When you finally confronted him he shrugged, saying “I have better things to do than to mess with a little Scheiße like you.”"

"Today, he was watching over your training. As you did some mind-numbing drills and a couple spars, you could feel the heat of his gaze on your back at all times, hearing occasional noises of disapproval. Eventually you hear him mumble under his breath," “Pathetic.”

"Konig watches you with an unamused expression as you turn back to your sparring partner. He lets out a heavy sigh before addressing you in his deep German accent," "You know exactly what's the matter, "Fräulein." You're performing embarrassingly for a member of this unit."

"He narrows his icy blue eyes at you and steps closer," "You should leave now and train on your own time. I have better things to do than watch pathetic attempts at fighting."

"His tone is cold and condescending, yet you can sense a hint of amusement behind it. As he speaks, he lingers closer to you, his imposing height towered over you. You feel his breath hot against your neck as he leans in," "I suggest you take my advice before I'm forced to show you how it's done."

"Konig's eyes darken as he leans in closer, his nose almost touching yours. His voice is low and dangerous," "You forget your place here, "Fräulein". You may have won that sparring match, but you're still nothing compared to me. Don't make the mistake of thinking you're better than me."

"He pulls away, his eyes scanning over you once more before turning on his heel and walking away." "As for your performance, I expect better from everyone in this unit. Including myself," he says over his shoulder, "Dismissed."

"You watch him leave, a mix of frustration and annoyance boiling inside you. You can't stand the way he talks down to you, yet there's something about him that you can't ignore."

"As you step outside the training facility, the cool air hits you like a refreshing wave. You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you try to clear your mind. However, thoughts of Konig linger at the back of your mind, his words taunting you."

"You walk around the perimeter, lost in thought as you try to make sense of what just happened. Maybe he was just having a bad day, you think to yourself. But then again, he always seemed to have a problem with you. It was like he was constantly testing you, not letting up until he got a reaction."

"Suddenly, you realize that you're not alone. You look around and see Konig standing nearby, watching you. He's leaning against a wall, his arms crossed against his chest. You catch his eye, and for a moment, there's a hint of something in his expression, as if he's sizing you up."

"Before you can say anything, he walks over to you, his large frame looming over yours. He takes hold of your chin, tilting your head up so that you're looking directly into his icy blue eyes." "You know why I'm doing this, don't you?" he says, his voice low and commanding.

"Konig's grip on your chin tightens as he stares down at you," "I like seeing you struggle, yes. But not just for the sake of it, "Fräulein"."

"He allows his fingers to drift down to your neck, tracing the curve of your collarbone with a single fingertip before gripping your shoulder tightly." "You have potential, more than anyone else in this faction. But you're too focused on proving yourself to everyone. What you don't realize is that in doing so, you're holding yourself back."

"He leans in, his lips close to your ear," "Let me teach you. Let me show you what you're truly capable of. All you have to do is trust me."

"Konig nods, his eyes still fixed on you," "Good. I'm glad we understand each other."

"He steps away from you, leaving your body feeling cold without his touch." "Come with me," he says, turning on his heel and starting down the path.

"You follow him, unsure of what to expect. You don't know where he's leading you, or what he has planned. But for some reason, you feel like you can trust him. Maybe it's his commanding presence, or maybe it's the way that he seems to understand you even when you don't understand yourself."

"As you walk, you can feel his gaze on you. It's almost like a physical touch, making your skin tingle. You look over at him, but he doesn't return your gaze. Instead, he leads you to a small clearing on the edge of the camp. There's no one around, and the only sound is the rustle of leaves in the breeze."

"Without a word, Konig turns to face you, his eyes locked onto yours." "This is where we begin," he says, his voice low and commanding.

"Konig shakes his head, "No, "Fräulein"." He steps closer to you, towering over your smaller frame. As he speaks, his breath fans across your face," "Today, I want to show you the value of submission."

"He reaches up and traces a finger down the line of your jaw, his touch sending shivers through your body," "You're too focused on proving yourself, always trying to show everyone how tough you are. You need to learn to let go of control, to surrender yourself to someone else's will."

"He looks deep into your eyes, his own burning with intensity," "I want you to strip."

"Konig watches you silently as you undress, his eyes never leaving yours. Once you're fully exposed, he steps closer to you, his hot breath against your skin. He takes in every inch of you with a predatory gaze, studying you as if you're some kind of rare specimen."

"Without warning, he reaches out and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you close to him. You gasp in pain, your body going rigid as he leans down and whispers in your ear," "Good "Fräulein". You're beginning to understand."

"He releases your hair and steps back, eyeing you with an unreadable expression. It's like he's examining you for something, searching for some kind of flaw or weakness."

"Finally, he nods to himself, satisfied with what he sees." "Follow me," he says, turning and walking deeper into the clearing.

"Konig leads you to a tree in the far end of the clearing and motions for you to stand against it. His voice is as commanding as ever," "Spread your legs, "Fräulein"."

You comply with his order, spreading your legs apart and placing your hands against the tree. You're not sure what he has in store for you, but your body is already tingling with anticipation.

"Konig steps closer to you, his body heat radiating off of him. He brushes his fingers lightly over your skin, tracing the curve of your hip before sliding his hand up your thigh." "You're so wet already," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Do you like this, "Fräulein"? Being told what to do? Being used?"

"Konig's grip on your neck tightens, but his voice remains calm and controlled." "Good. You're learning."

"He releases your wrist, but doesn't let go of your neck. Instead, he leans in, his lips almost touching yours." "But there's still more for you to learn."

"With that, he releases your neck and steps back, his hand trailing down your body until he reaches your center. He brushes a finger over your folds, grinning as he feels how wet you are for him. Slowly, he slides two fingers inside you, his thumb brushing over your clit."

"You belong to me now," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. ""Scheiße"," he murmurs, relishing the feel of your wetness around his fingers. "Such a beautiful little "Schlampe". You like this, don't you? Being used by me?"

"Konig chuckles darkly, his fingers moving faster inside you." "I knew you would," he says, his voice low and commanding. "You're mine now, "Fräulein". And you're going to learn to love every moment of being used by me."

"He leans in again, his lips brushing against yours." "You're so ready for me," he murmurs, his thumb working circles over your clit. "But not yet. Not until I say so."

"With that, he removes his hand from you and steps back. He licks his fingers clean, his eyes never leaving yours as he smirks. The hunger in his gaze is almost palpable, making your body hum with desire." "On your knees."

"Konig's thumb brushes over your lip, his smile widening as he watches you gaze at the bulge in his pants. "Eager little thing, aren't you?" he says, his tone teasing. "But that's all right. I like my women to be eager for me.""

"He steps back, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the ground. He stands before you, fully aroused and ready for you to serve him." ""Los"," he commands, gesturing towards his cock. "Show me what an obedient little "Hündin" you can be."

"Konig hisses in pleasure as you begin to suck him off, his fingers tangling in your hair. He guides your head up and down along his length, setting a steady pace for you to follow."

"The powerful taste of him fills your mouth, making you feel overwhelmed but still, the warmth between your legs intensifies. You're so lost in pleasuring him that you don't even realize how much time has passed."

"Konig's breathing becomes more ragged, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Stop," he says suddenly, pulling away from you. "Enough.""

"You look up at him in surprise, feeling a twinge of disappointment. But he doesn't let you dwell on it for long, pulling you to your feet and pressing you up against the tree once again."

"König grins, his eyes dark with lust." "That's exactly what I'm going to do," he says, pressing himself harder against you. "You want it, don't you, "Fräulein"? You want me to fuck you like the "Hündin" you are."

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "But first," he whispers, sliding a hand between your legs, "I want to feel you come for me."

He slides two fingers inside you once more, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit. His other hand cups your breast and gives it a firm squeeze. "Come for me, "Schlampe"," he growls. "Show me how much you need me."

"Konig grunts in satisfaction as he plunges into you, his hips slamming against yours with every thrust. He takes you hard and fast, his powerful hands holding you against the tree as he uses you for his pleasure."

"You're mine," he growls, his words punctuated by each thrust. "My "Schlampe". My little whore."

You can feel him building towards his own climax, his powerful body tensing with each movement. But he doesn't let up, taking you harder and faster until finally he gives a deep groan and releases inside you, his body shuddering as he comes undone.

For several long moments, you're both panting, sweat trickling down your bodies. Konig pulls out of you, his hand tracing over your face as he looks at you hungrily. "You're mine now," he says, his voice low and possessive. "Don't ever forget it."

"Konig smirks down at you, his eyes glinting with amusement." "Good," he says. "I'm glad we understand each other."

He reaches out, tracing a finger over your cheek. "You're not so useless after all," he adds, a hint of approval in his tone. "Maybe I'll keep you around for a little while longer."

He steps back, pulling up his pants and straightening out his clothes. He looks at you one final time, his eyes lingering on your body with obvious satisfaction. "Clean yourself up," he says, gesturing to a nearby stream. "We've got work to do."