The plan to ambush and kill the enemy forces went awry, their strength in numbers increased, leaving you and könig in quite the dire situation.

Exhausted huffs fill the air between you as könig’s pillar of a body hunches over you, his hands placed against the closest surface as he looked down at your contorted face. You squirmed ceaselessly, failing to find comfort in the cramped space.

“Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move—-don’t move.” He implores, feeling you unintentionally rubbing against a sensitive area. “Let me hold you schatz.”