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Fri, 18 Oct 2024 13:34:26 GMT

Bootlicking Körangi Fic Part 1 NSFW!!! #koerangi #korangi #horangi #Koenigmw2

The bitter taste of leather from the boots coated the entirety of König’s tongue. Lay heavy in his mouth making it salivate for more but maybe it was also just the blood rushing to his head from his upside down position. Desperate to not fall and hit his head, König clung to Horangi’s ankles all while his own were flung over his tiger’s lap, kept there in place by a pair of strong arms. His head jerked up and away from the boot when König could feel another finger being speared into his ass. Digging deep and stretching his hole wide open. Scraping against his warm insides, wet from lube and spit.

“Are my boots already clean?” He then heard Horangi’s low raspy voice above him, stopping the thrust of his fingers. König couldn’t help but whine at the denial of his pleasure but forced his head low again. Let his tongue dripping with spit run back over the harsh worn leather of Horangi’s boot. A loud yelp escaped him when he suddenly felt Horangi’s free hand dig into his asscheek. He could feel the short sharp nails clawing into his soft flesh, the stinging pain forcing another whine out of him.

“Answer my question, whore!” Horangi growled and tightened his grip on König’s cheek. Tears were culminating in König’s eyes at the pain and the still continuing harsh stretching of his hole. He opened his mouth but no sound came out of it. Only raspy ragged breaths dared to slip over his lips. And König knew all too well from experience that Horangi needed -wanted- an actual answer. A vocal one, no matter how hard it would be for König to find his words. So he tried to find his voice again. Force the words out of lungs and hopefully loud enough for Horangi to hear and be pleased with.

“No … they … they aren’t clean yet” König forced out, stifling a quiet cry as Horangi’s nails clawed back into his skin.

“What was that?” Horangi’s voice was sharp, dripping with authority and König could almost feel the looming potential threat from his words.

“Your boots aren’t clean yet … Sir!” The honorific was a bit louder than the rest and König hoped and pleaded silently that it would be enough to escape Horangi’s punishment for not calling him by his title the first time. Almost instantly Horangi’s hand loosened around König’s ass. Petted the strained skin underneath as he picked up the pace of fucking his fingers into König’s hole again. König forced down a moan as he lowered his head again, tongue out and carefully letting it lap over one of the boots again. The feeling of his own cold saliva on them was more than unpleasant but it had never stopped König before. Just forced himself through it and cover the leather in a new film of spit, trying his best to clean every bit of the worn-out fabric he could reach in his position.

A loud moany yelp escaped König when Horangi finally pushed against his prostate. His body twitched at the sudden wave of pleasure washing over him and if it hadn’t been for Horangi’s strong arms wrapped around his legs, König would’ve surely lost balance and fallen to the ground, face first. But Horangi only tightened his grip around his waist, pulling König up a bit as he did not stop pressing his fingers against that sensitive little bundle of nerves, deep inside König. His head was spinning, eyelids fluttering and only the pain of fingernails digging into his ass again made König remember his task. Shaking with every inch of his body, König grabbed harder around one of the boots, smearing his own spit around before pressing his lips against it once more. The quicker he would be done cleaning them, the faster Horangi would hopefully grant him his release but like always König knew his tiger wouldn’t make it easy for him. He choked on a scream when his body suddenly slid forwards, face suddenly dangerously close to the ground as he heard Horangi chuckle above before pulling him up again. But he knew Horangi would never truly drop him. Trust too deep from both of them to ever really hurt each other. That’s why he loved Horangi so much. Because he was someone who gifted him endless trust and love all while fulfilling every sick little fantasy König would conjure up in his mind. Just like how Horangi had more than willinging agreed to not only let König clean his boots with his tongue but to have him in this upside down position, all while ruining his hole with his fingers. Stretching it wide and deep and König whined when he felt Horangi push in another digit.

König’s dick was more than neglected, only friction coming from being pressed against Horangi’s chest and König wished there was more. But he could only loosely push his hips back against Horangi’s upper body, savoring the little bit of skin pressing back against his cock.

“Hnnngh … close … Horangi~” König forced out as he still pressed his mouth against Horangi’s one boot. Cold and warm saliva was being smeared against his lips and cheeks, leaving a wet residue against his already hot skin. To his surprise Horangi stopped moving his fingers inside him, just holding them still as his other hand groped around König’s ass.

“Are my boots clean?” Horangi hummed from above, finger still deeply lodged inside König’s ass but not moving an inch. König tried his best to sort his thoughts and decide whether or not his cleaning job would be good enough for Horangi. His already fogged up eyes traveled over the black leather which was shining from all the spit it was covered in. The boots were clean, were never truly dirty when they started but the question was if they would be clean enough for Horangi. The lone thought of his potential punishment sent a harsh shiver down König’s back and he had to lie to say he didn’t enjoy Horangi discipline him over and over.

“Yes … Sir!” König all but moaned, pressing one last wet kiss against the now slick leather of the boots, preparing himself for Horangi to either be satisfied with his work and answer or to tease and ruin him even more.

“Good boy~” Horangi purred and did not even give König a second to prepare for the harsh thrusting of fingers again. Speared them into König’s already loose hole, scissoring it open deep and wide as he sneaked his other hand around König’s trembling body to wrap around his already leaking cock. König didn’t even try to hold back any of the filthy noises spilling uncontrollably out of his mouth. Moans and mewls as Horangi pushed against his prostate while his other hand jerked König off. It was almost too much for him. The skilled touches in and around his body. His upside-down position, face pressed against the boots below him. Everything was driving him closer to the edge. There was drool spilling out of his noisy mouth, dripping onto the boots and the floor, making it all even more of a mess than before. But König did not think about that now. Didn’t care about the mess he made and probably had to clean up afterwards. He just needed to come now and it seemed like Horangi was more than ready to get him there.

It didn’t take long for König to finally tumble over the edge to his long awaited orgasm. A long drawn out moan of Horangi’s name was the only warning he could think of as he could feel his whole body twitching as his cock released streams of his hot sticky cum onto Horangi’s bare chest underneath. He could feel his hole clench around Horangi’s fingers that were firmly pressed against his prostate, slowly massaging the sensitive nerves and working König through his climax. Senses completely overwhelmed by all the sensations raining down on him, eyes losing focus and his view slowly turning white as König could feel his cock twitch and release the last bit of his cum. He felt absolutely boneless and it only took a quiet whine from overstimulation for Horangi to stop touching him. Carefully Horangi pulled his fingers from König’s hole and retracted the hand around his cock, arms now only holding König up as he ran his hands soothingly over the hot sweaty skin.

“Gonna put you down now, ok?” König heard Horangi’s calm voice above him and could only humm in agreement, voice still completely lost. Slowly and ever so carefully did Horangi lower him to the ground, always making sure König didn’t get hurt in any way until he was safely lying on the floor, right next to Horangi’s boots. König stretched his limbs as he calmed down his breathing again, head still spinning from his orgasm and being upside down for so long, but the moment he felt long fingers carefully running through his damp hair all of it was forgotten. Slowly he forced his body up again until he was kneeling completely naked and ruined between Horangi’s legs, eagerly looking up to his partner and awaiting his treat. Or punishment. König watched as Horangi lifted one of his legs and placed his boot firmly on König’s shoulder, closely inspecting every inch of the still wet leather. Swaying the boot from left to right, still firmly pressed against König’s aching muscles. And König could do nothing more than sit and wait. Anxiously he shifted on his knees, already fearing of not having done a good enough job when he felt the boot vanish from his shoulder andHorangi’s hands on his cheek, forcing him to look up.

“You actually cleaned them … good job~” Horangi hummed as he combed his fingers through König’s hair and König could only melt at the soft caring touches of his partner. Long scarred fingers threading through his thick hair strands as Horangi whispered more and more quiet little praises at him. But even through all of Horangi’s open appreciation of him did König never lose sight of the clear bulge in Horangi’s pants, clearly waiting to be touched. Slowly König lifted his hand, letting it run up Horangi’s legs and up his thigh until it was only inches away from his cock. But to his surprise Horangi caught his hand just in the last second and brought it up to his mouth, pressing a firm kiss against König’s palm.

“Later König … you deserve a nice treat after all that” he mumbled into König’s hand who could feel his face heating up, a dark darky rosy blush now creeping from his cheeks down to his neck at the clear adoration from Horangi. A nod was the only thing he could manage as an answer, once again stunned by how lucky he had gotten with his precious tiger.

Fri, 18 Oct 2024 13:32:22 GMT

Bootlicking Körangi Fic Part 1 NSFW!!! #koerangi #korangi #horangi #Koenigmw2

“No … they … they aren’t clean yet” König forced out, stifling a quiet cry as Horangi’s nails clawed back into his skin.

“What was that?” Horangi’s voice was sharp, dripping with authority and König could almost feel the looming potential threat from his words.

Fri, 18 Oct 2024 13:29:23 GMT

Bootlicking Körangi Fic Part 1 NSFW!!! #koerangi #korangi #horangi #Koenigmw2

“No … they … they aren’t clean yet” König forced out, stifling a quiet cry as Horangi’s nails clawed back into his skin.

“What was that?” Horangi’s voice was sharp, dripping with authority and König could almost feel the looming potential threat from his words.

Fri, 18 Oct 2024 13:26:32 GMT

Bootlicking Körangi Fic Part 1 NSFW!!! #koerangi #korangi #horangi #Koenigmw2

“No … they … they aren’t clean yet” König forced out, stifling a quiet cry as Horangi’s nails clawed back into his skin.

“What was that?” Horangi’s voice was sharp, dripping with authority and König could almost feel the looming potential threat from his words.