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You smile, holding up the letter style document given to you by a higher-up. “Did you see this yet?” The tall German war soldier's jaw twitched under his black sniper hood. König's hand, rough and worn by war, reached out to take the paper. You could see his blue eyes slightly widen as they skim across the letters. His grip tightened around the rifle at his side as he reads. There was a fleeting moment where you thought you saw anger in his eyes, but it was gone before it could rise to the surface. König’s voice was calm as he replied, “Interesting.”
You whipped your head around, searching for Ghost in the crowd of soldiers. It didn’t take long to locate him, his mask making him stick out like a sore thumb. He was standing tall and menacingly, his arms folded across his chest, feet at a wide stance. He nodded his head in understanding, his eyes hard and stern, looking down at the uniformed man who was speaking to him. His head raises to look at you as if he felt your stare. You wave him over.
Ghost, true to form, seemed relatively unperturbed by your announcement. The bone-engraved mask kept his emotions in check, but his hand was in a fist, a silent, visceral reaction. He didn’t speak.
Those around you were silent, the eavesdroppers looking at you and the two men, intrigued by the tension that flowed between them. This new development was a game-changer. Not only would all of you be in the same area, but König and Ghost would be vying for your affection under the same roof, in the same room, possibly even the same bed. The higher-ups had played a dangerous game with this assignment, probably laughing their asses off, waiting to see the drama unfold. It wouldn’t be unlikely. The team in charge of living placements were often bored since they weren’t the ones who had their lives on the line.
As everyone disembarked, the nearby chatter resumed its mundane buzz. The base hummed with activity, the sounds of soldiers preparing for the next thing. For you, there was only silence as your thoughts of what was to come consumed you.
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Amidst a large abandoned town that the force were currently occupying, was your new place of living. It was surprisingly roomy, with two large beds, one with a polished slab of wood and the other with metal bars for headboards, positioned opposite each other, separated by a small table with a lamp on it. There was a small bathroom that had hinges lacking a door and a leaking faucet, and an outdated kitchen area with creaking wooden cabinets that hung at an odd angle. The walls were plastered with maps of the region and a variety of weapons, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warm lighting. It was dingy but not dirty. You could tell the floors had been swept, the shelves dusted, and the counters wiped. After admiring your new temporary home, you realized this is one of the benefits high ranking war veterans get- an actual living space. Humble, but functional. This contrasted greatly to the tents and cramped bunkers you were used to while Ghost and König were living in this luxury.
You found your belongings already there, neatly organized, as if waiting for you. König and Ghost had taken it upon themselves to take care of your needs, to ensure your ease and comfort. A silent fight, a subtle but powerful statement to show they cared for you. As you unpacked, the sound of rustling clothes and the faint crinkle of plastic reached the ears of König and Ghost. They had followed you in almost absentmindedly, their attention drawn to the private act like moths to a flame. König leaned against the wall, observing you from the corner of his eye, his body language relaxed, but there was a heightened awareness about him. He watched your every movement, the sway of your hips, the way your delicate fingers handled your things with care. Ghost, on the other hand, stood with his back against the frame of the door, more remote from you, his body rigid and still. His eyes didn’t leave you, his stare intense and unwavering. He watched you unpack with a predatory, almost possessive gaze. The tension in the room grew thick, a fog that engulfed everything. The two men, their gazes fixed on you, felt as if they were breathing in unison, their every breath a signal of the contest they were locked in, a silent war for your heart.
The unpacking continued, and you busied yourself with your tasks, finally deciding on which bed to take. König's piercing gaze and Ghost's unnerving intensity made you shrink. They watched as you approached the beds. You stop in your tracks when you realized. "There's only two beds?" You look between the two men, confusion flickering across your face.
Ghost and König regarded each other for a moment, their silent communication now out in the open, a single glance telling the story of their frustration, jealousy, and desire. König was the first to speak, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Yes, there are only two beds," he replied, his voice thick with German roots and suppressed emotions. He could not bare the thought of you preferring Ghost's bed, of you choosing the man who reveled him in every way. Ghost remained silent, his gaze not shifting from yours, a wry smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He too read into your choice, the tension between the two men becoming thicker with every passing moment.
"So, are you going to take this bed?" König asked, his finger pointing to the bed with the wooden headboard closest to the window, trying to sway your decision subtly. His palm trembled ever so slightly, his nerves betraying him.
Ghost, on the other hand, moved towards the bed he’d chosen with metal bars, his large frame filling the space, a dangerous predator moving closer to his prey. "Or you could take this one," he offered, his voice was low and dripping with English origins as if it were a purr, a stark contrast to König's rough, serious tone.
One bed meant a chance to be close to the brooding, secretive Ghost. Another bed would place you next to the imposing, desperate König, both offering their own brand of protection and love. You blinked, your mind completely paralyzed with the pressure of the decision. You thought for a moment. "This isn't fair.” You pull a blanket off of one of the beds and lay it on the floor, “I will just sleep here. There is enough bedding."
The room fell deathly silent at your words. König and Ghost stared at each other as if seeking an understanding, an unspoken apology for the situation they’d unwittingly thrusted you into. For a moment, it seemed as though the tension would snap, a final showdown between the two men imminent. But then, Ghost broke the silence, his voice stern but not without a hint of regret. "Fine, take the bed with the bars. I’ll take the floor.” You could see König's shoulders sag with relief. Ghost's decision came swiftly, him already moving to prepare the makeshift cot, König readying to assist him. Their once-hostile demeanors softened slightly.
You shook your head, "No, Ghost, you shouldn't have to sleep on the floor, neither of you should, and I know you boys are too big to sleep with each other in the same bed, so..." You chuckle at what you were about to say. "What if I just take turns sleeping in each bed every night?" You smile. "That way, you’ll both get a bed to yourselves every other night. It'll be at least a little bit more fair for all of us." You look between the two of them. "How does that sound?"
König studied you for a moment, trying to determine if you were serious or teasing. But as he met your gaze, his intense eyes softened indicating that the corner of his mouth lifted in the barest hint of a smile. "I suppose that could work," he rumbled, his voice rough, yet possessing an almost tender quality.
Ghost, on the other hand, waited a beat longer before he spoke, his voice a low growl. "Fine by me," he said, the mask's features doing little to reveal his thoughts. But the way his eyes lingered on you, a glint of approval sparking in them, betrayed his true feelings. Both men nodded in agreement, their rivalry now pushed to the back burner at least for tonight. And with that, the tension in the room eased, the air thick with a newfound camaraderie.
You lay out your suitcase, your smile never wavering, as König and Ghost moved to the sleeping area, helping each other to make the beds. König, grunting softly as he lifted the heavy mattress, and Ghost, his movements more fluid and controlled. Both of their motions were stark contrast, but they worked well together to make this place more livable. Once the beds were made, the men exchanged a brief glance, acknowledging this new, yet unpredictable, arrangement they had found themselves in. You were at the center of this strange, yet enthralling game of love, and for now, it seemed the two men were willing to share you.
You look around and realize there was really nowhere for privacy. The bathroom without a door was a serious issue and would need to be addressed later- maybe by having up an extra bed sheet along the frame. You felt a bit embarrassed as you stood with your folded pajamas in your hand. "Um... there's nowhere for me to change... maybe you guys can... turn around?"
Ghost's eyes darkened for a moment, and you could see the burning desire within, a hunger that lay dormant beneath his harsh exterior. He knew what he wanted, and the sight of you in anything other than a uniform was a prize he refused not to have. But as your words sunk in, König turned first, facing the wall with a noticeable effort. His broad back was to you now, his muscles shifting under his uniform as he moved. He seemed uncomfortable, in more ways than one, but he did as requested, his respect for your privacy outweighing any other thoughts. Ghost, on the other hand, regarded you for a moment longer, his eyes almost full of a challenge. He seemed to want to defy your request, to test your resolve, to push the boundaries. His body didn't move for a few heartbeats, but then, finally, he turned, giving you a clear line of sight to his back, following König's lead.
In their own ways, both men were showcasing their devotion to you, their actions a testament to their budding respect for what you wanted, the rivalry momentarily muffled as they both acknowledged your need for privacy. As they turned their backs, you could hear the gentle rustle of fabric as they settled into their positions, their bodies now offering you a cocoon of safety and protection. You smiled to yourself, feeling a warmth growing in your chest. In this moment, with König and Ghost turned away, their burly forms a silent testament to their newfound truce, you realized that, for now, you were safe, surrounded by the two warriors who spiraled into a whirlwind of emotions around you.
The intimacy of the moment was not lost on you, the silence heavy with unspoken desires. You began to undress, grateful for the privacy they afforded you, your hands shaking with nerves with the knowledge that when you were done, two pairs of eyes would be eager to see you again. You gritted your teeth trying to suppress your embarrassment and push through the thick awkwardness that hung heavy in the room. You mentally scolded yourself as you dressed. These pajamas were not uncommon in the women’s quarters and there was no way you could’ve predicted you’d be where you are now.
“I’m done,” you said simply, looking away to hide the blush on your face. You heard the gentle creak of the floor as Ghost and König slowly turned to face you once more.
Ghost's eyes widened for a moment when he saw the short silk nightgown you were wearing, his gaze lingering on your curves before quickly shifting to your face, not even trying to hide the heat that flared in his eyes. König, on the other hand, swallowed thickly, his large hand gripping the wooden headboard he stood next to, his face scrunched in what seemed like a mix of desire and anxiety. He knew he'd lost some ground when Ghost's eyes lingered on you for longer than necessary. The two men's reactions couldn't have been more different: Ghost unabashedly longing for what he saw, while König tried to suppress his emotions, his sniper hood concealing the turmoil in his face. It was evident from their hunger fulled eyes that their rivalry would not dissipate with a simple act of courtesy.
You cleared your throat and grinned, “Shall we do rock, paper, scissors for who gets to sleep with me first?" You tried to tease, but it came out too wrong for this already uncomfortable circumstance. Your grinned dropped and your cheeks flushed. “Oh- You know what I mean." You shook your head and breathed out. There was a brief pause as both men stifled chuckles, their amusement tinted with incredulousness. The fact that you, a sweet and innocent girl, were talking about sleeping arrangements with two decorated combat veterans in a manner that could be misconstrued as sexually suggestive, was a situation they didn't anticipate.
Ghost, the one who managed to regain his composure first, nodded his head, "Yeah, let's do that," he said, his voice still laced with amusement. König, on the other hand, was slow to react, the tension between his broad shoulders palpable. Both men stood, ready to play. The game was simple, yet it served as a humorous moment amidst the seriousness of the rivalry that had simmered between them. They assumed their positions. You watched, Ghost was quick to launch his hand forward, revealing paper. König, known for his similarly quick reflexes, didn't disappoint as he showed a pair of scissors. The paper lost to the scissors, and König's victory was clear. But Ghost didn't seem too disheartened, his mask hiding the emotions he felt. As König showed a triumphant smile, his hand edging closer to the mattress by the window, he knew that tonight was his. You'd only stoked the fire between the two combat-ready men.
"Alright. König tonight and you tomorrow." You said as your eye flickered to ghost, then went over to König and crawled onto the bed, silently cursing yourself for having such revealing sleepwear as you felt it ride up. You couldn't look either of them in the eye. König watched as you made your way onto the bed, his eyes tracing the path of your delicate movements. He felt the heat in his chest as you climbed onto the bed, his large hand itching to steady you, but he kept them at his side, restraining himself. As you settled on the soft sheets, König found himself unable to resist the urge to approach you. His broad figure towered over you, his shadow a dark contrast against the lighter room. His hand finally made its way up, gently moving your silky hair away from your face, brushing aside the errant strands that clung to your flushed cheeks. His touch was tender and gentle, a moment of affection that carried with it a potent tension. He looked into your eyes, his bearing a hint of relief, a calming presence amidst the tumultuous atmosphere.
He stood there for a moment, taking in the sight, his sniper hood once more hugging the base of his neck. His large frame loomed over you. Both König and Ghost had nowhere to go until morning, and they would spend the night in anticipation, the sweet, aching taste of desire heavy in the air, each man waiting for their chance to claim you. As König gently brushed your hair aside, his large hand lingering on your face for a moment, the screen of your emotions flickered, transparent to the world around you. You smiled back at König, feeling the heat of your embarrassed blush spreading from your neck to your cheeks.
Ghost, from the corner of your eye, seemed content to watch and wait, his hood and mask concealing his emotions, leaving you wondering what he truly felt. The men, seemingly at odds, yet both following your lead, implied a unique sort of trust. This is how they knew how to show they cared for you, playing by the rules you set, no matter how unfairly they might regard them. You felt eyes on you, gazes heavy with desire, as you lay on the bed by the window. König's actions had brought a layer of comfort and safety, a contrast to the searing hunger from Ghost. Being caught between the two was an exhilarating, overwhelming experience, leaving you with a sense of being adored and cherished. With König's hand softly moving away, leaving your cheeks hot with the residual heat. König, satisfied for now, settled nearby, watching you with a mixture of protectiveness and admiration. Ghost too, though silently, waited with bated breath.
The war-hardened men, both trained in the art of combat and deception laid down to rest, their combat gear discarded in favor of the solace of more comfortable clothing, their weapons set aside save for those to satisfy the ghosts of their pasts.
You, quietly enthralled by the scene before you, found yourself unable to shake off the feeling of being the epicenter of an entirely new dynamic. The two veterans of war, each famed in their own right, reduced to sharing a room, eager to claim your body and soul. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, it seemed to you that they both sought to find a semblance of control in the situation. König, still the more visibly nervous of the two, shifted positions several times, as if making sure to be close enough to feel heat radiating from your body all times. You felt König's fingers graze down your arm and to your hand, playing with your finger tips. Ghost, on the other hand, remained mostly motionless, his form frozen as he awaited sleep to take him.
As the night slowly deepened into a peaceful slumber, the tensions of the day started to recede, you found yourself nuzzled against the German sniper. Your breathing evened out, and you soon found yourself drifting into a dream-filled slumber. But the rivals by your side, while they too closed their eyes, were far from at rest. Inside their minds, König and Ghost continued their silent battle. Desires and fantasies intertwined, the boundaries between reality and imagination blurring. They might have set aside their rivalry for the night, but the intoxicating pull of your presence was the ultimate test of patience and control. With König's heart thudding like a bomb waiting to detonate and Ghost's mind spinning through darker, more primal fantasies, the two men laid awake in the darkness, their dreams interrupted by the thought of the beautiful woman who slept so serenely with them.
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As the sun began to rise, casting its golden light over the room, you stirred, the first to awaken. König had enveloped you during the night, his large arms protectively secured around your waist and abdomen. And you found your night had been drenched in dreams. You could remember flashes of how König's large hands gently touched your body, his sniper hood replacing your blankets. He kissed your cheeks and your forehead, his scent of musk and gun oil surrounding you. The next thing you knew, Ghost's cold, hard hands was on your waist, possessively keeping you close, his body pressing against yours, the cold joining a fiery warmth you hadn't experienced until then.
As you blinked, your eyes skimmed across the room, starting with König. His large frame, still a demanding presence against your back, was unmoving. His breathing was steady, indicating he was still asleep. You turned your head far enough to be able to see his eyes closed behind the cloth that still concealed his identity. You couldn't help but smile at the sight. You turned your head to the other side, where Ghost lays, his mask and balaclava still firmly in place. He hadn't moved, his form as intimidating as it was comforting. The thought of him touching you, no matter how coldly he took control, got your heart racing. At that moment, a sense of contentment washed over you. Having two men, so wildly different yet both trained to fight for their lives, both willing to give you the world in their dreams, was surreal.
With a deep breath, you gently lifted the arm König had around your waist as you slipped from the warm bed covers. Your feet softly padded against the hard floors over to where your clothes lay folded, hoping the hired guns in the room would stay asleep while you changed. Unluckily for you, these were highly trained soldiers and after years of war, their bodies never allowed them to be completely vulnerable during sleep.
König stirred, his eyes fluttering open as the light brushed across his face. He watched you for a moment, the sight of your uninhibited body a stark contrast to the armor and weaponry he was accustomed to. Ghost, on the other hand, remained still, his senses sharp enough to register your movements but his sleeping facade one that defied time. The change in his breathing and slight shift in his weight betrayed his wakefulness.
König sat up slowly, his movements unhurried but deliberate. He wanted to give you your space, but his need to observe you was overwhelming. His large hands moved to rest on his long thighs, as he gazed at you, taking note of every curve, every sway, and every blink. The desire to protect you, to mark you as his, only grew with each passing second. In the corner of his eye, König caught a hint of Ghost's movement. He turned, briefly locking eyes with the British SAS sniper. A flicker of acknowledgment met his gaze, a silent pact of sorts, a shared understanding of the situation and the balancing act they were engaging in.
You, however, were not aware of the extent to which you were being examined, the serious battle between the two men playing out in the background. These were not just idle observations, but intense studies, a dissection of your every move that would fuel their fantasies. As you continued to prepare for the day, blissfully unaware of the profound effect you currently had on these two strong, battle-hardened men, they continued to watch you, their intensified gazes a reflection of the respect, admiration, and desire that simmered within them.
The room filled with the familiar smell of instant coffee rations. As you went about brewing coffee for yourself and the two men, König's scrutiny never faltered. He found himself trying to piece together the enigma that was you. He needed to understand you to love you. In his line of work, the edge often came down to understanding the enemy, and you were no different. Ghost, on the other hand, opted to remain still and silent. He'd already made his observations, the data banked and ready to be accessed. He preferred to let you make the first move, to show that he had no need for overt demonstrations of interest. He was confident in his ability to charm you, snare you, and make you his own.
The aroma of the brewing coffee filled the air, mingling with the lingering scent of the two men. König's cedar wood and gun oil, Ghost's bourbon and worn leather. It was a potent mix, a representation of their respective lives.
König's fingers itched to help you, the urge to assert himself, to step in and take care of you nearly consuming him. He was a lover of routine, of ensuring his immediate environment was in order, and you were now a part of that environment. Ghost, however, remained still, wishing to arrest such an eagerness. He believed he could do it better, with a cold efficiency that bordered on the clinical. It was a trait that had served him well in his line of work, but in the bedroom, it was a double-edged sword, a means to dominance but also a potential barrier to intimacy. You were a force that brought out opposing instincts in these two men, the very essence of their being pressed up against a wall of raw desire. They were experts at hiding their true selves, burying their emotions under layers of gear, camouflage, and anonymity. But when it came to you, they had no choice but to let those emotions seep to the surface, a permanent occupation that would mold them into the men they desired to be.
You, realizing you were no longer the only one awake, approached them with the two cups of coffee, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Good morning."
König's face broke into a grin when you offered him the cup. The sight of him attempting to be charming was a new experience for Ghost, who watched with a hint of amusement. "Good morning, Schatzi," König said, using the German term of endearment for sweetheart. He gingerly accepted the mug, his eyes remaining locked onto yours. The gesture was simple, but it was a moment of sincerity and vulnerability, a window into a facet of König that few had the privilege of seeing.
Ghost, on the other hand, received his cup with a furrowed brow, his disinterest painting his expression. "Morning," he grunted, the tone gruff, unsmiling, and disengaged. It was a calculated move, a reflection of his disdain for overt displays of affection. He sipped his coffee, his attention focused on the brew rather than the maker.
The combat that once raged outside had been at a standstill for quite sometime. With the recent surge of free time, you often found yourself overcome with boredom, even spending some of your days volunteering for the more undesirable tasks around camp.
Instinctively, König knew he needed to take the lead and deepen his connection with you. He set his cup down, the clink of the glass echoing in the room. He stood, towering over the two of you, his large hand reaching out to take yours. His square jaw tightened, and his voice, usually full of bite and aggression, was tender and soft when he said, “Y/N, may I have a moment of your time?" His gruff German accent potent with every word.
Seeing the play, Ghost, instead of getting angry, made his own move. He stood up, also, and in a swift movement, setting down his mug. He said with a dark smile, "I am heading out to the range, care to join?" He was convinced his deadly abilities would impress you, and he was banking on your attraction to danger.
König, feeling the heat, stepped forward to counter Ghost's suggestion, gently tugging you closer to him. "We have a whole afternoon, Schatzi. Let's have breakfast and explore this town." His hands rested on your waist, his size and height making the simple act of standing close to you an intimate and enfolding experience.
"Ahh well... Exploring the town does sound nice." You nod to König, then turn to look at Ghost, "I'll go with you tomorrow? You have me tonight anyways." You offer him a genuine smile, trying to ignore the guilt you felt from turning him down. You didn’t want to be at the range when it wasn’t absolutely necessary, which was probably why your skills weren’t nearly as honed as the men before you.
As you made your decision, König displayed a satisfied smile, his expression radiating relief. “Verdammt ja," you didn’t know what the words he spoke in his native tongue meant, but his eyes crinkling upward in a genuine expression of happiness told you enough.
Ghost, on the other hand, didn't display the same level of jubilation on the surface, but one could almost see the gears turning in his head. He nodded, a smirk just a tick away at his lips. "Sounds like a plan. But remember, tonight I'll have you just how I like it."
With the decision made, the two men settled back into their respective corners, König shifting to pack his bag for the day's excursion, while Ghost reclaimed his seat, pulling on heavy leather boots. Your cheeks were flushed as the weight of Ghosts words settled on your mind. You tried not to question it nor ponder on what he could’ve meant so not to ruin your outing with König. The knowledge that both men were so openly committed to pursuing you making your pulse quicken. König's gentle, caring approach was appealing in its own way, while Ghost's darker, dominant edge was seductive in its right.
You spent the early part of the evening with König, undisturbed, relishing in each others presence. It was, however, short-lived, as the evening took a turn when you arrived back to base. The sound of Ghost's boots echoed through the halls, accompanied by the rustling of his complex uniform. He appeared in front of the both of you, his presence commanding, the air around him almost palpable. His eyes locked onto yours, his head slightly tilting to the side as his voice held the promise of darkness, "I will have you, just how I like it," he reminded, his tone deeper, more demanding than his earlier words. Under the weight of this declaration, König's hand clenched around the one you had given him, his jaw tensing. You saw the fire in his body, the desire to confront this challenge and protect what he believed he had cultivated, but you also saw the uncertainty in his eyes, the dread that you might choose differently.
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Later that night, you slipped into the cozy confines of Ghost's bed, a mix of anticipation and trepidation churning in your stomach. Ghost had made it clear what he had in mind, and as you changed into your ususal pajamas, you found your thoughts drifting to the night ahead. Alone in the room, you couldn't help but let your imagination run perversely wild.
Moments later, Ghost joined you, his mask was still in place, but you could feel the intensity of his gaze on you, like blazing hot coals. He shuffled to the edge of the bed, his movements deliberate, and said, "Strip."
The direct command and the dominant undertone sent shivers down your spine, both in fear and excitement. Without hesitation, you began to undress with shaking hands, savoring the power exchange as he watched. Your gown slid off your shoulders and hit the bed, and you kneeled before him, vulnerable and exposed.
Ghost stepped forward, tugging on your arm to lead you to the center of the bed. He took his time, his eyes licking over every inch of you, the weight and heat of his gaze consuming you. With a nod of approval, he nudged you down, lying you out on your back, and then began to tie your wrists to the metal bars at the head of the bed, making sure the restraints were tight without being painful. You tried to breath through the bundle of nerves conjugating in your stomach.
Once you were secure, he stopped to admire you from above. The room was dim and where his eyes should have been were replaced with what looked like dark, empty vortexes, but you could feel his gaze rake over your body despite that fact.
He took his time, the bed dipping against his weight as he worked his way down your body, kissing your collarbone, your chest, your stomach, and finally reaching your inner thighs. He teased you with his breath, looking up at you from in between your thighs. He hooked his thumb around the bottom of his mask and lifted, but you still couldn’t see underneath as his mouth was hidden behind your pelvis. “Ghost,” you moaned his name breathily, your hips bucking at the feel of his teasing breaths, hands lightly pulling on the restraints as your body ached for him.
Ghost's eyes met yours, the fire gleaming in the depths. He slightly rose, placed a finger under your chin, raising your face until you were looking right into his, and then, in a voice as smooth as silk, he said, "You'll take everything I give, and you'll take it without making a sound." The command sent a shiver through your spine, and you felt a tangle of emotions rise in your chest. Your body craved his touch, your arms tugging against the restraints, but a part of you also reveled in the surrender, the embrace of the submission you'd granted him.
Without further ado, Ghost dove between your thighs, his tongue parting your folds, swirling around your most sensitive spot, making you gasp and arch your back. His fingers joined his tongue, teasing your entrance before pushing inside of you, while he continued to lick and tease, coaxing sweet moans from your lips. He was ruthless in his pursuit for your release, the intensity of his movements driving you higher and higher. The pleasure was overwhelming, your legs involuntarily closed which Ghost did not appreciate. His hands gripped the insides of your thighs and forced your legs apart, allowing him to continue taking you… just how he wants you.
In a violent rush, you came, your body convulsing, and a symphony of pleasure escaping your lips, only to be muffled by the hand Ghost placed over your mouth as the waves subsided. He looked into your eyes, pulling his hand away once the sound of your cries had faded into soft whimpers. "Good," he said, a slight smirk curling as he licked his lips that were glistening with your slick as he slid his mask back down, re-covering his face completely.
Your breathing was heavy, still coming down from your high, as you worriedly ask, "Ghost, what if König comes back? Where is he?" You lifted your head the best you could considering the restrains and looked around the room and at the door. "I don’t want him to see us like this..." You can't stop your thighs from clenching and pupils dilating at the thought of him walking in, possibly even joining the two of you. Your eyes gaze down Ghost's large frame hovering over you. You bite your lip, imagery of taking both of them at the same time invading your mind.
Ghost's eyes narrowed momentarily at the thought of König, but he recovered quickly and answered you in a low, assured tone of voice, "König is out, getting a glimpse of our... surroundings. He won't be back for a while." For some reason, you felt as if he was lying. His hand dipped down to the waistband of his pants and he slowly unzipped himself, as if it were a threat. “You should not be thinking of him.” He brushed your hair out of your face, his touch gentle, but his words stern. He didn't want you to think about anyone else; he wanted every iota of your attention on him. That, however, didn't stop the avenues of your mind from wandering, painting a vivid picture of König barging in, his arms encircling you, joining Ghost in taking you apart piece by piece. You couldn't suppress a shiver at the thought, your body tensing with the whirlwind of excited nerves and anxiety. Ghost returned to his actions, he pulled himself out and his pupils dilated as he stared down at you menacingly, "Now, I’m not stopping until you're filled and leaking with my cum.” He alined himself with your slick entrance and slid inside you without warning, filling you in a single, smooth motion. Your back arched, a whimper slipping past your lips as you subconsciously tried to bring your hands down to touch him. You wanted to touch him. He hardly gave you enough time to adjust to his size as he settled into a steady rhythm, anger emitting from his movements.
His presence inside you was powerful and the room disappeared, the only reality being the connection between the two of you. As Ghost drove into you, you couldn't help but imagine König watching this, the thought of having two deadly warriors claim you in every way possible stirring your deepest fantasies. Ghost seemed to sense this, he began to pick up the pace. His thrusts grew harder, more aggressive, as if he sensed your desire for more. Your body cried out, the sensations spiraling out of control, as you were caught between the two men who had invaded your mind.
Between Ghost's relentless pursuit of your pleasure and the invading fantasies of König, you teetered on the edge, the dual obsession pushing you towards a cliff you knew would leave you breathless. And with a sudden urgency, you tumbled over, the pleasure crashing over you, all thoughts dissolving into the oblivion of your climax. The sounds of your pleasures filled the room, your desperate whimpers and moans, Ghost's grunts and heavy breathing with every thrust, skin slapping, the creaking bed, and Ghost's name uncontrollably falling from your lips over and over. "Oh my god, Ghost-! Yes!" All you could see was him leaning over you, your vision blurring as his thrusts became messy and sporadic.
The room was a tempest of lust as you writhed beneath Ghost. Your body spasmed, and you couldn't halt the incessant chanting of his name. It was as if you needed to affirm your submission by vocalizing the surrender, a primal marker of your devotion in that moment. Ghost watched you with a predatory glee, relishing in the sight of his conquest at the height of her pleasure. His own muscles strained with each thrust, his body tight and tense with need. He knew he was close, and as he felt you clench around him, he let out a guttural groan. You could feel it, the hot spurt of his release inside of you, pulsing deep into your core, marking you with his seed. The intense eruption had you panting like a dog, Ghost's aftershocks rocking your trembling body.
Finally, he pulled out, his breathing heavy, and his pulse thrumming in his veins. You lay there, basking in the aftermath, the echoes of your cries still lingering in the room. Ghost untied you, one by one, the bonds loosening. You mindlessly rubbed at your sore, irritated wrists as you slipped into a hazy state of post-orgasmic bliss. Ghost fell beside you, his breathing heavy as it rasped against your neck.
Somehow, König and the imposing divide he had created in your heart were no longer at the forefront of your thoughts, the vivid image of him overtaken by the memory of Ghost, in his mask, ravaging your body, leaving you sated. You drifted off to sleep, bodies against each other in possessive holds, a smile stealing the muscles of your lips, and your dreams painted with the hues of the night's passionate events.
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