(Uhhh well this entire chapter is smut. Here is the other part, as promised. Enjoy, I rlly tried my best. I think I did good for my first time writing something other than violence and fluff, that's just my opinion tho.)

"I want you..." he cooed into my ear, his hands roaming my body. "Then have me..." I whispered. A devious smile spread across his face, and he huffed a laugh. He bent down a bit, and abruptly picked me up, causing me to squeal. "You can't take that back." He whispered into my ear. It had been ages since I'd last had sex, even longer since I ever initiated it, and so when he carried me to his bedroom, and placed me down on the bed, my anxiety increased ten fold. He stepped away from me, and walked towards the other side. I let my hands fall from my face, and watched with beady eyes as he flicked on the lamp, and turned of the bright lights in his bed room. He sauntered back over to me, and picked me up, placing me down a bit farther up in the bed. It was then that I saw the animalistic look in his eye once again.

He crawled back into bed, and pushed me to lay down. He then straddled me, and placed either of his hands on the side of my head, and just stared down at me. He lifted a finger, and began pulling up my shirt before unltimately coming to a stop. "May I?" He asked. I sucked in a sharp breath, "yes...." I said, and watched as his eyes flickered back down to my body as he began stripping me, layer by layer until I was fully naked, and on display, just for him. He sat back on his heels, and traced my curves with his hands, running them up, and down my sides. He ended up pausing to rip off his vest, and shirt; as well as unbuttoning his pants. After he finished, he started back at my waist, and worked his way up. Slowly touching, feeling, and occasionally groping every part of my body. Stealing a glance, I watched in awe as his pupils would dialte fully, and then shrink. I huffed a laugh, and he stopped his caressing, looking up at me with concerned, and worry-filled eyes.

Once I realized I had laughed out loud, I slapped both hands over my mouth and looked away. "What's wrong?" He asked, confusion lacing his tone. I shook my head in denial to his question, but he wasn't having it. With one hand still softly feeling up my body, he took his other hand and tapped the baricade my hands had made over my face. "Tell me." He said breathlessly. I stayed silent for a hot minute, wondering how I was going to bring this up. 'Ahhh, fuck it.' I sucked in a breath through my teeth, "It's just the way you're looking at.....my body like it's made of gold or something." I rambled. He did a chuckle of his own, "Because it is. You're beautiful." He said, his accent making it's presence rather late.  A small squeak left my mouth, earning another deep chuckle from him.

"I've got, bullet wounds, dark scars, bruises on every inch of my body, König I don't know what you se-" I started, but he cut me off when he leaned down, casting a shadow over me. Wondering what he was doing, I let my hands fall from my face, and he took the chance to catch them with his free, larger hand. He stopped caressing my body for a moment, and lowered himself down even further to place a soft, cold kiss on my lips. I didn't even have time to process it. In shock, my eyes shot open fully, and I was met with his own half-lidded eyes that were taking in my every reaction. Eventually he closed them, deepening the kiss, and wrapping his arms around my body. I, too began relaxing into the kiss, and after a little while of holding it, he released; allowing both of us to catch our breath.

I slowly opened my eyes to catch him already staring at me. I avoided his eye contact on purpose, but he didn't seem to mind. "Let me prove to you, that you really are a treasure to me." He said, raising my body upwards, and bringing it closer to his. He shuffled downwards, and began planting tiny, cold kisses on my neck. He slowly worked his way down my body, taking heed as to not leave any part of it untouched by his lips.

As his cold, but warm lips attached to my perky nipple I couldn't help but let out a whinny moan. He licked, and sucked on it like he was baby, but heavens did it feel good. He froze on the spot the minute the sound left my mouth, and looked up at me. I immediately let my hands fly up to cover my face, in turn earning a low chuckle from him. He looked back down, and kissed all over the area between my breasts before moving over to the other one, and repeating the same process. He continued his previous pattern, covering my entire body with tiny marks, and kisses. Occasionally, out of the corner of my eye, i'd see him glance up at me, taking in all of my reactions. Anywhere he saw I had noticeable scars or deep gashes, he'd make sure to spend extra time kissing that particular spot.

While he was making his way down my belly, he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot, and my entire body jolted. In the process, I also let out an embarrassingly loud moan. I shuffled a bit, accidentally brushing my leg up against something hard, and slick feeling. Instead of freezing, and looking up at me like he normally did whenever I would shift around in his hold, he squeezed his eyes shut, and let out a deep groan. His lips were still attached to my skin when he suddenly bit down, not hard, but attention-catching. His hold on me was hindering as he was shaking harder than a person who was on the brink on frostbite. Confused, I lifted my head and forced myself to look at him. He was looking dead at me, and was heaving a bit.

"Stop moving." He mumbled, his voice just barely above a whisper. Nodding, I obeyed, and stayed as still as possible. After he finished, he sat back on his heels again, and gently pulled my legs from underneath him. Despite his size, and mental state, I thought that he would've ran through me like I was a living flesh-light by now, but he was being so gentle, and soft. As he lifted my legs he paused, "Liebling, are you okay with this?" He asked. Knowing what he was talking about, I nodded. "Use your words, liebe." He said in an almost comanding tone. "Yes." I barely mumbled out, and he hummed in approval. He parted my legs, and angled my body in a way were he had easy access to it. Again, he stared at the newly revealed part of my body like it was priceless. This time, however, he cut his little admiration time short.

He pulled my hips up to his chest, and wrapped his arms around my thighs. I felt him blow hot air onto my cunt, and I nearly leapt out of that bed; if he wasn't holding my legs that's exactly what would have happened. He seemed to pay my little jump no mind as he didn't bother to look up at me. He pulled me a bit closer to him, and bent down. He began kissing my lips down there; Slow, deep, and passionate type kisses. The sounds that were errupting from my mouth were anything far from civilized, as he was slowly unraveling me, piece by piece. I felt his warm tongue ease in, and out between my folds, lightly poking at my entrance every now and then, before retracting it again, and occasionally licking my clit 'How the hell was he so good at this?' I thought to myself, as I was really struggling to suppress my moans.

Maybe it was because I hadn't been sexually active in a long time, or maybe it was just because of how extra slowly he was doing everything, but by the time he began actively lapping at my clit, I was already a moaning mess. However, right when I felt like I was about to burst, he pulled away. My moans died down to labored heaves, and I frowned in disapproval at his sudden stop. He released my thighs, and placed my legs on the bed. Keeping them sprawled open, his hands left my body entirely, and he began to strip himself. He unbuttoned his dress shirt, and threw it off to the side somewhere. He did the same with his pants, except I wasn't expecting to see a very noticeable wet stain on his boxers. When he popped out his member, I was faced with an even bigger surprise.

After ridding himself of his boxers, he grabbed a hold of my thighs, and pressed my lower half to him. I let out a gasp as he started to slowly grind himself on me. His member peeked over my abdomen, and for a brief moment I contemplated on backing out of this entirely. His dick by far wasn't entirely a third arm, but it was more of it's girth that scared me. He was a lot bigger than most, and had to be at least 3-4 inches wide across. He was uncut, and his shaft seemingly curved to the left, just slightly. As I was lost in thought, I felt his thing begin to pulse, and twitch against me. He huffed a bit, and tightened his grip on my thighs. "I can't wait any longer Liebste." He said. I nodded, and felt around me for any sheets to grab. As he lined himself up at my slit, he pushed the head of his member against my soaking entrance, groaning at the newfound contact.

Shortly after that, he pushed the head all the way in. I squealed in pain and, gripped the sheets I had already in my hands. "Shhhh, it's okay. I'll make sure it doesn't hurt as much as I can." He cooed, leaning down, and pecking my forehead. Inch by inch, he slowly put more, and more of himself in me, and by the time he was buried hilt-deep, I had shed full blown tears, and my grip on the sheets was nothing short of brutal. My mouth was drawn open as the stretch he was giving me was immense, and borderline unbearable. He seemed to notice my discomfort as he bent down, and placed another soft kiss onto my lips. He held it for a while, stilling himself in the process. He was the first to break the kiss, but still didn't move. I had to admit, he was really trying his hardest to keep true to his word, and let me get used to his size. After some time, I gave him the 'ok', and he started to move.

His pace was slow, very slow. Dragging himself almost fully out, before slowly pushing his way back in. I would've thought that this was his normal pace if it weren't for his aggressive shaking, and the occasional anticipating jolting of his hips. He was still holding himself back. I reached out and touched his wrist, gaining his attention immediately. "You don't have to strain yourself Nick, I'll be fine." I said. He nodded, and looked back down. "I know, I just.....still want to." He mumbled through gritted teeth. I nodded, respecting his decision. I dropped my head back onto the pillow, and it wasn't long after that it shot right back up, upon feeling his rough thumb start rubbing small, tight circles on my clit.

Maybe it was the oncoming surprise of it all, or maybe it was the way he was watching me, and taking in my reactions, but my body began trembling, and heating up rapidly. He got into a rhythm where his thrusts matched his rubbing, and dear heavens it felt amazing. His slow, methodical thrusts, along with the circles he was rubbing into my clit, felt so good that my legs began to ache from trembling so much. It even got to a point where I couldn't suppress my moans anymore. It felt as if a band was hugging my abdomen, and each time he thrusted, the band grew tighter and tighter, until it broke. I let out a loud cry, and closed my legs around his waist. My eyes rolled back into my head, and my mouth fell open. I gripped the sheets with even more force, and my body went through a series of rough jolts.

He made me ride out my orgasm, and after I stopped quivering, he snapped. He began a rough, and brutal pace. Slamming himself into me over, and over again. Moans, and cries poured out of my mouth as my dignity was stripped from me. I was still very much sensitive, but it was like he didn't care. He was ravaging my insides, and was showing me little to no mercy. Little old me couldn't keep up with his savage pace as he was seemingly hitting all the right spots, putting me through some of the most intense orgasms I'd ever felt. He even made me squirt a bit, but nevertheless he didn't stop not once. My body was falling short of going numb, and I seriously must've looked like I was on the brink of death as he stopped completely. He leaned down, and kissed me before resuming. This time a much slower, but still rough, pace. He released his grip on my thighs, and let his hands roam my body.

His pace began getting slower, and slower, and he lowered himself into the crook my neck.

"Please..." he whimpered
"Please what Nick?" I whispered back, trying to catch my breath.

He kissed, more like licked my neck, before pinching a piece of my skin in between his k9's.

"Please..." he grunted, his thrusts began getting more, and more sloppy.

I let out a barely audible 'mhm' in response to him, as he was quite literally pounding my womb into oblivion. He pushed himself up again, and stared down at me, not stopping for even a second. "Can I...?" He asked, slowing his pace even more, and rubbing his thumbs in circles on the inner part of my thighs. I was so disoriented, I couldn't even figure out what the hell he was referring to. "Hm? Can I, liebling?" He said breathlessly, before leaning down, and taking a breast into his mouth. I squealed, and jolted my body upwards onto him. Resulting in him thrusting a bit a harder into me. He released my tit with a lewd 'pop' sound, "Can I cum inside...?" He mumbled, licking a line up my neck.

    "Please, I can't-....fuck. I can't hold it much longer liebe..." He whined. As my mind began to recover from his intense pounding session that he'd given me earlier, I raised a shaky hand, and rubbed his soft cheek. "Yeah...thank you for aski-" I started, before being cut off by him crashing his lips onto mine. Seemingly not wanting to make any distance between us, he settled on a slow, methodical pace as he roughly grounded into me. He suddenly broke the kiss, and began sucking on my neck, occasionally full out biting it. He let out a few soft, and quiet whimpers as he began thrusting harder, and faster into me. "Fuck. You take me so well princess~" He cooed, almost pulling all the way out before slamming himself into me even harder.

He pressed a soft kiss to my lips once more, and I felt him release. It was a feeling I was unaccustomed to; the warm liquid that slowly filled my insides to the brink. It pushed me over the edge, and I let go as a third orgasm ripped through me. He continued at a much slower, and lax pace, prolonging my orgasm. As I calmed down, he slowed to a complete stop, and buried himself hilt deep in me. He sat up, and started tracing circles on my inner thighs once again. "You're so....so beautiful." He mumbled, seemingly in a trance as he tried to catch his breath. He readjusted himself to where he was semi laying ontop of me, but wasn't at the same time. He made sure to keep his full body weight off of me, lest he'd crush me. He began placing kisses all over my face, and neck, before leaning back on his elbows. He watched me with a sarcarine smile plastered over his face, and in all honesty, he looked like cat.

Up until now, i'd been avioding his gaze, as I had completely forgotten how awkward the aftermath of sex was. Especially when the other party hadn't fallen asleep. However, after a couple of minutes in silence, I felt myself start to doze.

~ Third Person POV

She was perfect to him. She was everything he fantasized about on a daily. Everywhere he touched was soft, soft, so fucking soft. He couldn't help himself for wanting to have a bite, he justified, as he looked down at the fresh bite mark on her neck. He was laying on top of her warm body, watching her sleep. He was still in her. His once softened shaft, now starting to harden again as he silently observed her features. He could've went another three rounds, but this was only round one, and she was already passed out. He huffed a laugh to himself as he watched her sleep peacefully underneath him. She was so tiny compared to him, so he'd made sure to take extra caution, lest he'd accidentally break her. Maybe....he did let himself go a bit too much, he thought, as he poked her cheek with a finger.

They had just fucked, so why was his heart still feeling like it was going to explode? He was as close as he could get to her, so why-....'Ah was this love?' He asked himself. Holding her was never enough, being inside of her wasn't either. He needed to melt her into him. This feeling that he only knew as "love" was so overwhelming it was almost unbearable. Perplexed by his thoughts, he focused his view with her, hoping that it would calm his raging heart. By now he'd been supporting most of his body weight by resting on his elbows, but they were starting to hurt. So, as much as he hated to, he slid himself both out of, and off of her, and made his way to the bathroom, but not before rolling her up in the blankets like a taco.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he remembered how she reacted when she first saw his cut-up face. How her soft fingers ran across his rough stubble, how she traced the ugly scar that ran along his cheek with her pretty little hands. Just the thought of it all was enough to send shivers down his spine. He smiled to himself, and hopped in the shower. He made it quick, cleaning out tub in the process. He went out into the room, and changed into some clean clothes, glancing over at her every now and then to make sure he wasn't disturbing her sleep. When he finished, he made his way back to the bathroom. Searching his cabinets, he found a few bath bombs, turned on the water, and tossed them into the tub. As he waited for the bubbles to start forming, he went to his closet, and picked out a shirt that was way too small for him, and some fluffy socks that he never wore.

He brought them all back to the bathroom, and laid them down on the toilet lid. He turned off the water, and put his hand in to check the temperature. It was perfect, to him at least. He hoped it wouldn't be too hot for her. Placing his hands on his hips, he swiveled his head around, trying to figure out what he was missing. Then he remembered, a towel. He rushed back out of the bathroom, and to his closet; where he pulled out a fluffy towel, and laid it across the toilet lid as well. He huffed a breath of relief as he was finally done. Now to wake her up....

He walked out of the bathroom, and over to the side of the bed she had rolled over to. He bent down, and kissed her forehead, before gently scooping her up, and into his arms. As he stood to his full height, she started to wake up. "Nicolas...?" She mumbled to him in her sweet, and tired voice. His heart nearly exploded yet again. "Yes, my süßer kleiner Bär. I'm here." He cooed, nuzzling her neck. "You know I don't speak German. I want sleep." She grumbled, rolling around in his arms. He smiled silently to himself, before turning, and walking in the direction of the bathroom. "You need a bath first." He said, nearing the bubble filled tub. "I don't want one!" She whined, turning herself around, and grabbing a lazy fistful of his shirt. It was more amusing than threatening to him.

"You're going to get one anyway." He said, lowering her into the steaming water. She winced at the initial contact, and he nearly panicked. "Is it too hot, liebling?" He asked, worried that he may have burned her. "Noooo." She whined. Ah....she was still asleep. He sighed to himself, and lowered her slowly into the water until it was only her neck and head poking out. He reached behind him, and collected a towel to put under his knees. As he turned back around, he saw her start to slowly keel over. In a hurry, he caught her shoulders, and pushed her back in an upright position. "Liebling. You need to wake up." He said, as he watched her pretty eyes flutter back to life. "Hm?" She asked, looking up to him. "I'll kiss you, every time you doze off." He said, smiling down at her.

His smile caused her to smile, and she sat herself up. He let her shoulders go, and grabbed a washcloth. Dampening it with the luke-warm water, he started to scrub her body, being careful to not scrub too hard. He did her midsection, then each of her arms, then down to her legs, and even her feet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her starting to fall forward again. He sighed to himself, and wasted no time in leaning over, and pressing his lips to her temple, instantly waking her up. She looked up at him in shock, and he smiled in return. "Told you I'd kiss you every time you fell asleep." He said, continuing to clean her. She huffed a laugh, and leaned back, closing her eyes, and sighing softly. When he finished, he wrung the wash cloth, and set it aside.

He gently scooped up some water, and drizzled it onto her head, causing her to shiver. That in turn woke her up. He smiled down at her, upon seeing that her eyes were wide awake. He reached behind her, and grabbed some shampoo. He shook it a couple of times, before squeezing some out into his hands. Rubbing them together he began washing, well, trying to wash her hair. He knew her hair was nothing like his, but nevertheless he still tried his best. His long, and slender fingers worked hard to try, and massage her scalp the way she did for him. "Does it feel nice?" He asked, crooking his head down to get a look at her. "Mhmmm, you're the best, Nick." She mumbled. He smiled to himself as it felt nice knowing that he was doing a good job. He never wanted to hurt her. Ever. He only wanted to make her happy, and make her feel like she was on top of the world. It was all his crazed, lovesick being could offer.

He reached up a unhooked the shower head, turning on the water, and rinsing her hair. It was a process that should've only taken a few minutes, but to him, it took a lot longer. It only occurred to him that he was taking a bit too long with the rinsing when he felt her wet hand grip his wrist. He shut the water off immediately, and bent down to get a look at her face. "Sorry...I can't tell if I got all of the soap out. Check for me, yes?" He said, slowly bringing himself to a standing position. "Mkay.." He heard her whine, and watched as she fished her fingers through her soaking wet hair. Smiling at her zombie-like movements, he walked out of the bathroom, and over to his closet. He pulled out some new sheets, and a new blanket, and walked back over to the bed. But not before stopping by the bathroom to see if she was still awake. In which she was, as her head was pressed back against the wall, and she her eyes were trained straight ahead at the wall in front of her. He guessed she had zoned out.

He chucked to himself, and continued over to the bed. He knew she was tired, so he quickly ripped off the cum soaked sheets, and replaced them with clean, fresh smelling ones. He even went as far as changing his favorite blanket, and the pillow cases. Except he had to fight with one, because she had practically squeezed the life out of it, and the zipper had become jammed. Feeling satisfied with his handiwork, he made his way back over to the bathroom, and grabbed the towel he had picked out for her. Upon hearing him near the bathtub, her head snapped in his direction, and he saw her eyes light up. At first he stood there, and waited for her to stand up herself, but when that didn't happen, he stood there confused. "I cant feel my legs, Nick." She outright admitted after seeing him silently question what was wrong. His eyes went wide, and his hand flew up to cover a dark smile that had spread upon his face. He knew it was wrong, and that he should feel bad, but how adorable was it when she relied on him like this?

"It's not funny Nick, I know you're laughing." She said to him. At which point he let his hand fall from his face, and down to his mouth. Maybe he'd gone a bit too far after all, he thought to himself as he slung the towel over his shoulder. He bent down, and reached underneath her armpits to lift her up. In order for him to be able to dry her hair, she had to stand by herself, and so he foolishly let go of her. She immediately lost her balance, nearly falling out of tub, before he caught her. After making sure she was alright, he couldn't help the naughty smile that made crept its way through his lips. "Stopppp, this isn't funny Nick." She whined, playfully slapping his arm. "Now I kinda want to see how you walk." He said, suppressing an actual laugh. "Really...really?" She asked, crossing her arms and squinting at him.

"No, I'm just kidding. You took me so well my love." He said, pulling her close, so that he could press a kiss to her temple. "I could have you again if you want." He whispered. "You're going to kill me." She simply told him. He chuckled, and hummed in response to her as he was beginning to see her fatigue begin to resurface. Still steadying her with one arm, he dried her hair with his other, and slowly he maneuvered her out of the tub. He sat her down on the toilet lid, and began to dress her. First giving her his shirt to wear, and then the footies. She decided to braid up her hair, and so he took the extra time to let out the bath water, rinsing out the tub when all of the water, and suds had drained. She gave him a thumbs up when she finished, and he lifted her off the toilet, and walked both of them to the sink. He stood there supporting her while she washed her face, and brushed her teeth. Just like before, she gave him a thumbs up to let him know she was done, and he scooped her up in his arms.

She reached over, and turned off the bathroom light for him, and he carried her back to bed. He placed her down on one side, while he slid in on the other. As soon as her head hit the pillow, he knew she had tapped out, and so he took the time, and pulled her closer to him so he could throw the blankets over the both of them. He pushed her head to his chest, and he snaked his arms around her, pressing a few kisses to her scalp. He tried to fall asleep too, but he found that he couldn't. His mind was still racing, as he kept reminding himself that he'd been too rough, that he'd hurt her. If he'd just had one more drink- he truly was too scared to even think about what would've happened. He probably would've been twice as rough then he was earlier. Wincing at just the thought of it, he wondered how he'd even managed to suppress his strength as much as he did.

There were two conflicting factors. One being he was drunk, and the other being he was deathly horny at the time; he still was a bit horny at the moment. Maybe it was because he really wanted to cherish her, or it being that he truly had feelings for her, but whatever it was he was thankful for it. He knew how violent, and rough he got when it came down to sex. He could literally go for hours, even longer if there were breaks included. He just naturally had an insatiable sex drive, and not a lot of people could keep up. There had been times he'd hired sex workers for a quick fuck, and they'd end up leaving halfway through due to how rough he was. Sighing, he bent down, and took in a whiff of her scent as it served to calm him down. He paused his thoughts for a while, and it was just enough to help lull him off to sleep.

(Smut 2/2)
~ To be continued...

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✍ ( ◔◡◔ ) // Well this is awkward. So...we're all just here now lol. It's not the end just yet, but we're real close. I plan for them to do some more holy things first tho :) //