Let's be honest, you never thought you'd ever be dating a military man. Truth be told, you were an average person, with an average life, some achievements, yes, but not enough to even think about having a relationship with a high-ranking military colonel who's six feet tall.

And yet, or you were very charismatic or very lucky. In your city there was a high-impact natural disaster, which caused a military base called KorTac to support, because them having its base nearby and getting supplies thanks to your city, which led to, while you were supporting you meeting König, an Austrian colonel who was too quiet, too charming.

You two had to work side by side in search of civilians, which led to you getting closer and months later becoming a couple. He was very quiet, you were very loud, it didn't matter, you managed to coexist within a measured range, you learned from his fears, he from yours, you discovered that behind his intimidating mask he was just a clumsy man who hadn't been loved enough and you wanted to do it.

Which led to many great advances after a year, up to this moment, intimate, soft, pleasant...

Well, that's how it was supposed to be, but here you are, sweating like you were in the marathon of the year, being crushed by someone twice your size who kept tensing up nervously, not knowing what to do while you were sure you were going to die.

"Meine Liebe ... does it hurt? Should I back off? Talk to me."

König was scared, you weren't moving, although what he didn't know was that you were trying not to faint.

You felt your guts twisting in a pleasurable, yet painful way... you definitely should have taken those yoga classes when you had the chance, because now you'd swear you were on the verge of getting a cramp.