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blueiscoool · 7 months ago

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How Hadrian’s Wall is Revealing a Hidden Side of Roman History

A party invitation. A broken flipflop. A wig. Letters of complaint about road conditions, and an urgent request for more beer.

It sounds like the aftermath of a successful spring break, but these items are nearly 2,000 years old.

They’re just some of the finds from Hadrian’s Wall – the 73-mile stone wall built as the northwestern boundary of the Roman Empire, sealing off Britannia (modern-day England and Wales) from Caledonia (essentially today’s Scotland).

While most of us think of Pompeii and Herculaneum if we’re thinking of everyday objects preserved from ancient Rome, this outpost in the wild north of the empire is home to some of the most extraordinary finds.

“It’s a very dramatic stamp on the countryside – there’s nothing more redolent of saying you’re entering the Roman empire than seeing that structure,” says Richard Abdy, lead curator of the British Museum’s current exhibition, Legion, which spotlights the everyday life of Roman soldiers, showcasing many finds from Hadrian’s Wall in the process. A tenth of the Roman army was based in Britain, and that makes the wall a great source of military material, he says.

But it’s not all about the soldiers, as excavations are showing.

A multicultural melting pot

Hadrian, who ordered the wall to be built in 122CE after a visit to Britannia, had a different vision of empire than his predecessors, says Frances McIntosh, curator for English Heritage’s 34 sites along Hadrian’s Wall.

“All the emperors before him were about expanding the empire, but Hadrian was known as the consolidator,” she says. He relinquished some of the territory acquired by his predecessor Trajan, and “decided to set the borders” – literally, in some cases, with wooden poles at sites in Germany, or with stone in Britannia. Where those poles rotted thousands of years ago, the wall is still standing: “A great visual reminder” of the Roman empire, says McIntosh.

It’s not just a wall. There’s a castle every mile along, and turrets at every third-of-a-mile point, with ditches and banks both north and south. “You can imagine the kind of impact that would have had, not just on the landscape but on the people living in the area,” says McIntosh.

And thanks to the finds from the wall, we know a surprising amount about those people.

Although historians have long thought of army outposts as remote, male-dominant places, the excavations along the wall show that’s not the case. Not only were soldiers accompanied by their families, but civilians would settle around the settlements to do business. “ You can almost see Housesteads as a garrison town,” says McIntosh. “There were places you could go for a drink and so on.”

The Roman rule of thumb was not to post soldiers in the place they came from, because of the risk of rebellion. That meant Hadrian’s Wall was a cultural melting point, with cohorts from modern-day Netherlands, Spain, Romania, Algeria, Iraq, Syria – and more. “It was possibly more multicultural because it was a focus point,” says McIntosh, who says that the surrounding community might have included traders from across the empire.

Soldiers were split into two groups. Legionaries were Roman citizens from Italy, who had more rights than other soldiers and imported olive oil, wine and garum (a sauce made from decomposing fish).

They worked alongside auxiliaries – soldiers from conquered provinces, who had fewer rights, but could usually acquire citizenship after 25 years of service.

Soldiers carved their names and regiments on stones to show which part of the wall they built – around 50 of them are on display at Chesters fort.

But the wall shows that women and children were equally present.

McIntosh says that pottery brought to the camps – from the Low Countries and North Africa – shows that the soldiers “brought their families, who cooked in traditional style.” Archaeologists have found what seems to be an ancient tagine for North African-style cooking.

A tombstone from Arbeia fort for a woman named Regina shows she was a freed slave from southern Britain who was bought by – and married to – a Syrian soldier.

Another woman buried at Birdoswald fort was laid to rest with chainmail that appears to be from modern-day Poland. “Perhaps she married someone in the army,” says McIntosh, who calls the wall a “melting pot of people from all over the world under the banner of the army.”

“They brought their own religions, as well as worshipping Roman gods and adopting local deities,” she adds. At Carrawburgh, a temple to Mithras – an originally Persian deity – sat near a spring with a shrine to a local water spirit.

‘Wretched little Brits’

Some of the most extraordinary finds from the Roman empire are coming from one site on Hadrian’s Wall: Vindolanda. Here, archaeologists have found a wealth of organic remains because of what curator Barbara Birley calls the “unusual conditions onsite.”

At Vindolanda there are the remains of at least nine forts over 14 levels. “When the Romans would leave, they would knock down timber forts, and cover the area with turf and clay, sealing the layers underneath,” she says.

“Because it happened so many times, the bottom five or six layers are sealed in anaerobic conditions, so things don’t decay. When we get down there, we get wooden objects, textiles, anything organic.”

Vindolanda has the largest collection of Roman textiles from a single site in western Europe, as well as the largest leather collection of any site in the Roman empire – including 5,000 shoes, and even a broken leather flip-flop. “We probably had a population of 3,000 to 6,000 depending on the period, so 5,000 is a lot,” says Birley. For Abdy, the shoes evoke the conditions of the wet borderlands. “Women’s and children’s shoes are hobnailed – you needed it in the mucky frontier dirt tracks. They’re very evocative.”

There’s even a wig made from a local plant, hair moss, which is said to repel midges – the scourge of Scotland during the summer. A centurion’s helmet is also crested with hairmoss – the ancient equivalent of spraying yourself with insect repellent.

The first woman to write in Latin

One of the most famous finds is the trove of wooden writing tablets – the largest found anywhere.

“They give a snapshot of what life was actually like,” says Birley. “We understand so much more from written correspondence than from ‘stuff,’ and, archaeologically, it’s the stuff that usually survives – things like metals and ceramics.

“These were written in ink, not on a wax stylus tablet, and we believe they were used for what we’d put in emails: ‘The roads are awful,’ ‘The soldiers need more beer.’ Everyday business.”

The tablets – or “personal letters” as Birley describes them – were found on the site of a bonfire when the ninth cohort of Batavians (in the modern-day Netherlands) were told to move on.

“They had a huge bonfire and lots of letters were chucked in the fire. Some have been singed – we think it may have rained,” she says. One of them calls the locals “Britunculi” – “wretched little Brits.” Another talks about an outbreak of pinkeye. One claims that the roads are too bad to send wagons; another laments that the soldiers have run out of beer.

Among the 1,700 letters are 20 that mention a woman called Sulpicia Lepidina. She was the wife of the commander of the garrison, and seems to have played a crucial role. There’s a letter to her from another woman, Paterna, agreeing to send her two medicines, one a fever cure.

Birley says it’s similar to today. “If you’re a group of moms, still today we say, ‘Do you have the Calpol?’ It’s very human.” For Abdy, it’s a sign that women were traders. “She’s clearly flogging her medicines,” he says. “It’s really great stuff.”

Another tablet is an invite from Claudia Severa, the wife of another commander at a nearby camp. It’s an invitation to a birthday party. Under the formal invitation, presumably written by a scribe, is a scrawl in another hand: “I shall expect you, sister. Farewell, sister, my dearest soul.”

Presumably written by Claudia herself, it is thought to be the earliest example of a woman’s handwriting in Latin.

Without the organic finds – the shoes and the letters that indisputably belonged to women, unlike jewellery or weaving equipment – it’s difficult to prove conclusively that women lived in significant numbers. Vindolanda “illustrate the missing gaps,” says Abdy. For Birley, they prove that women were as crucial a part of army communities as men. “Before the Lepidina tablets were found we didn’t really understand the interactions between the soldiers and their wives,” she says. Another tablet is written by what is thought to be a Spanish standard-bearer’s common-law wife, ordering military equipment for her partner.

“The Vindolanda collection is showing that there weren’t just camp followers and prostitutes; women were part of everyday life, and contributing to the military community in many ways,” says Birley.

Abdy says that Hadrian’s Wall is interesting because the resident women span “all classes of society,” from Regina – the dead freedwoman, who would have been “bottom of the heap” – to the trader Paterna and the noblewoman Lepidina.

And of course, there’s the wall itself.

“In the Netherlands and Germany the finds are often stunning and better preserved – you go to museums and are bowled over. But in terms of structural remains, Hadrian’s Wall must be among the best,” says McIntosh, modestly, of her site.

Abdy agrees: “I can’t think of many symbols so redolent of imperial will than that wall.”

By Julia Buckley.

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komsomolka · 6 months ago

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Fritz Schmenkel was the only German national who became a Hero of the Soviet Union for his actions during WWII.

Fritz Schmenkel was born in Stettin (today Szczecin, Poland) in 1916. His father, Paul Krause, a brickyard worker and communist, was murdered by Stormtroopers in 1932. This caused Fritz to join the Young Communist League of Germany to fight his father's Nazi murderers.

In December 1938, he was drafted into the Wehrmacht but refused to serve citing illness and other excuses. He was imprisoned for evading conscription. In July 1941, after the beginning of Nazi Germany's invasion of the Soviet Union, Schmenkel volunteered to fight on the Eastern Front so he was released. His true intention was always deserting which he did in November 1941. But he couldn't hide in Belarusian forests forever so there was a dilemma. How not to get killed on spot by comrades because of his German uniform and communicate without knowing Russian language? The shivering and hungry Shmenkel knocked on the doors of local village residents, using a simple set of words: "Lenin, Stalin, Thälmann" - and the doors opened. In exchange for help in a simple peasant household, Fritz received food, a place to sleep, and moved on.

One day Shmenkel came across a patrol of German military police and was arrested. Fortunately for the deserter, fighters from the partisan detachment "Death to Fascism" descended on Germans some time later. After a short but stubborn battle, the garrison was routed, and the partisans learned from local residents about the strange German. Not having time for serious investigation, the fighters simply took him with them. That's how Shmenkel ended up in the partisan detachment.

Of course, at first Soviets were very wary of Fritz, they feared that he was a Nazi spy. But they still decided not to act rashly and give him a chance. And soon such an opportunity presented itself. In one of the villages, the partisans came across German detachment. A fight ensued. Shmenkel did not take part in it - he had no weapon. Since there were too many Germans, the fate of the partisans seemed to be predetermined. Fritz asked for a rifle. Realizing that they have nothing to lose and an extra fighter was now worth its weight in gold, the unit commander took a risk. And he was right. Shmenkel started successfully shooting at Germans. The partisans won that battle. Fritz was then accepted as a member of the partisans. He quickly gained the respect and affection of his unit, his comrades started nicknaming him Ivan Ivanovich jokingly adding "Why call a good person Fritz?".

Schmenkel led German military units into ambushes arranged by the partisans. This helped the partisans capture entire units of Wehrmacht soldiers, as well as ammunition and food. Schmenkel quickly rose through the ranks of the partisans. In March 1943, he traveled to Moscow at the behest of the Red Army, was awarded the Order of the Red Banner, and received further military training. He was appointed deputy commander of a special operations (sabotage and intelligence) unit that operated in a German-occupied area north of the city of Orsha.

Germans put a reward on Schmenkel's head - 8 hectares of land, a house, a cow, and two thousand German marks. Later, the reward was raised to an astronomical sum for those times - 25 thousand marks.

At the end of 1943, contact with Fritz Schmenkel was lost. Only after the war did it become known that he had been captured and tortured by the Gestapo, but Fritz had not changed his views. He was sentenced to death and executed in occupied Minsk in February 1944.

His last wish was to send a letter to his wife Erna Schäfer. He wrote: "Forgive me for the troubles I have caused you by going my way to the end. I did not renounce my views even in the last hours of my life. I am boldly going to my execution because I am dying for my convictions." He left behind three children in Germany.

By the Decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR of 6 October 1964, Fritz Schmenkel was posthumously awarded the title Hero of the Soviet Union "for active participation in the partisan movement, exemplary fulfillment of command assignments during the Great Patriotic War and the heroism and courage displayed in doing so."

The memory of Fritz Schmenkel is immortalized in the names of streets in the cities of Nelidovo and Bely in the Tver region. And in Minsk, a memorial plaque is dedicated to him. One of the streets in East Berlin also bore the name of Shmenkel. However, it was renamed in 1992.

#fritz schmenkel #wwii history

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memories-of-ancients · 10 months ago

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A Fascinating Book I'm Reading

One of the best non-fiction reads I've read in a while, it's not a military history book, but details specifically the Confederate government, culture, society, the legal system, and economy.

What I find most fascinating about the book was just how fucked up the Confederacy became even from the early outset. Especially in terms of law and order. Due to the incredible manpower demands most men of military age either enlisted or were later conscripted into the army. This resulted in severe manpower shortages at home. When this happened, the system of slavery the Confederates were fighting for became a grave liability as there was no one left to control the millions of slaves that populated the south. As a result, whole plantations of slaves would run away and form free communities in the wilderness, surviving by pillaging plantations and farms, or robbing travelers on highways. In Louisiana there was a slave town hidden deep in the swamps that housed 2,000 people! At the same time thousands of Confederate soldiers were deserting as the war started going bad. Many soldiers found that their homestead and family was falling apart in their absence, so they deserted. These deserters were declared outlaws, and as a result many banded together, formed groups, and made a living as bandits and marauders.

At the same time many officers in the Confederate army who were garrisoned in specific places became de facto military dictators and warlords over the territory they controlled. They often disobeyed the law and refused to carry out orders issued by the Confederate government, but due to manpower shortages and the disorganization of the government there was little that could be done to reign them in. Often, these warlord Confederates acted as bandits, pillaging the territory they controlled not just for food and necessary supplies but for valuables as well. In many cases, whole towns and even counties rebelled against Confederate military authorities as they were sick of being pillaged by warlord Confederates. A good example was Jones County, Mississippi which actually seceded from the Confederacy as a result. Often, these rebel towns and counties survived by banditry and became marauders themselves just to make a get by.

According to the author, by 1863 much of the rural south was in a state of lawlessness and anarchy with the countryside controlled by bandits, marauders, independent towns or counties, pro-Union enclaves, and military warlords. Like bruh, this would be a good setting for an open world RPG game, perhaps something set in the Red Dead Redemption Universe.

Anyway if you are a Civil War buff I highly recommend this book.

#history #civil war

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leviismybby · 9 months ago

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Cat and Mouse

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader, mdni, nsfw 18+, fingering

Levi's eyes scan the rooftops, he can hear you, hear your footsteps. He launches his gear at the nearby building wall and steps on the rooftop, spotting your figure he hides behind a wall and waits for you to pass by. This time, he won't let you off the hook easily, you were gonna rush past him but Levi surprises you, spins you around and pushes you against the cold surface harshly. You grunt as your back hits the concrete, your eyes narrow immediately before they meet his grey ones. He will never learn.

"Captain." That sarcasm in your voice isn't something Levi appreciated, he jas had enough of your games. Before he speaks, he pins your hands above your head, last time you pulled a stunt, he isn't letting that happen again. "What the fuck is your problem?" You know why he is mad, you've caused him quiet the trouble, not that you regret it. "My problem? I don't have one. You clearly do." A brat, you were such a brat and he couldn't fathom what keeps him so infatuated with you. Maybe it's the fact that you're a thief that the MPs can't seem to catch or maybe is the fact that you outsmarted him both time he caught you. Either way, Levi wants it to stop.

"You have to stop. The military police will get a bounty on that shitty head of yours. You fucked it up badly this time." He was right, you did fuck it up, stealing from the Garrison just for the thrill of it. If Levi didn't know any better, he would say that you're crazy, than again, he isn't exactly normal either and he is the last person to judge you given his past as a thug. "Aww, thanks for caring, I don't care." You try to stir out of his grip and he only tightens it, keeping you still. "You're fucking insufferable you know that?" It was true, you were an annoyance for him, he had better things to do than to chase a petty thief around Trost but there was something about you that kept him coming back. He hated himself for always giving in.

"I can only say the same, Captain. Why do you care so much?" You roll your eyes, trying to find a way out of his grip but nothing seems to come to mind. He is too close to you, you can feel his breath on your cheek, this is getting dangerous. "I don't dammit. I will be the first to celebrate when your ass gets thrown in jail." Maybe he should do it, bring you in and let the militray police do as they please with you but his inner turmoil isn't letting him, he hates to admit it but he enjoys this, the chase and the games between you. His comrads would be disappointed if they knew, he knows your face, knows how you work so why doesn't he just report you? It's a problem that he can't slove tonight.

You don't say anything, the words coming out of his mouth were harsh but true, you did keep him on his feet and you enjoyed the attention. "So report me. Or is your ego not letting you." He hides things well behind that indifferent expression but his eyes tell you a different story, there is hate there, of course there is, you two hold mutual hatred for on e another however there is desire there too, it shouldn't be. It really shouldn't. Levi scoffs at your words, his fingers wrap around your neck and he squeezes, his other hand still firmly holding your wrist together. "You're the egotist one here. You and your shitty criminal jobs. How much money did you earn by selling sealed information huh? What is your game here?" That was his main problem, you stole from the survey corps too and he doesn't appreciate it one bit.

His fingers squeeze your throat again, he wants you to answer but he won't approve if you lie to him. "Enough and I enjoy the chase. Noel matter how big or minor my crime is, you always comr running after me. Why is that captain?" Now there is a question he wants answer at least not with words. Hos face inches closer to you, your noses touching. "Fucking annoying brat." You smirk, your eyes drifting to his lips, will he finally do it or will he run away from it like all those other times? You don't move away or lean in, you simply wait, eager to feel his lips agsint yours.

And just like that, a groan leaves his lips, his hand moving down to your hip and his lips crashing agsint yours. Returning the kiss immediately, you feel his grip on your wrist loosen and insted he interlocks his fingers with yours, his kiss getting more passionate. You let your hand fall to his hair, pulling him into the kiss even more, his body presses up agsint yours, the heat between you making a shiver run down your spine. You moan as his hand moves to your ass and he squeezes, loving the sounds that are leaving your mouth. He needs to hear more and he plans too. His grip gets more and more possessive, his hands start to roam your body, feeling your every curve. You can't go all the way put here, both of you know that but Levi is letting his desire for you cloud his judgement and he can't keep his hands off of you even out here.

The two of you keep kissing for some time until Levi pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to each other. Levi's eyes look you up and down, he wants to fuck you here and now but it's too risky, so he will simply have to do something else. His mouth starts kissing your neck, each kiss more sloppy than the other, you throw your head back, giving him more space, you're enjoying this more than you thought you would. A gasp leaves your swollen lips when he bites into your skin leaving marks behind. "You smell so fucking good." He says against your skin before biting again, this time he hits your sweet spot directly, making a shiver run down your spine. You grab onto his shoulders, your body pulling it self closer to his. "Desperate are you? Fucking brat." He turns you around, your hands on the cold wall, he bucks your hips sligthy and gives your ass a firm slap, fuck the things he would do to you.

He lands another slap on your ass, his body pressing fully into yours, you can feel how hard he is for you. You bite your lip and reach out for his bulge but he slaps your hand away. "No. Keep your fucking hands on the wall understood?" You nod at his words, as much you want to talk back to him, you don't want to ruin this moment so you keep quiet and listen to what he says. You keep your hands on the wall feeling his run up and down your sides before the reach your pants. His hand slides in and you gasp at his cold fingers as they reach your core, he rubs you over your panties making soft moans come put of you. "Wet aren't you? Is this waht this whole thing is about? You want me to fuck you don't you?" Bingo, thats exactly what this whole thing is about, him finally breaching his breaking point and taking you.

Your hips buck into his hands, you want more. Levi chuckles, sending another shiver down your body, this is the first time you hear him chuckle and it's making you feel things. "Yeah? Oh you would love to have my cock deep inside of you right now. Too bad you're not getting it." He nibbles on your ear as he says that, his voice horase and rough, he is turned on beyond belief. He starts to rub you again, feeling the way the fabric of your panties is getting wet, you're phehetic, acting all though while all it took is a single touch for him to get you under his control, you melt so easily, he will indulge in that. Finally his fingers slip into your underwear and feels your pussy, his fingers runs down your slit, feeling your slick and walls, you're so wet for him, fuck he really is in trouble.

He kisses your shoulder, his fingers finding your clit, you thighs close against his hand, whimpers escape your mouth. "How cute. You're phehetic, so fucking easy to break." His fingers enters you without warning, it starts of slow, he loves teasing you but as soon as he feels your warm walls clench around his finger, he starts to finger you faster. "Fuck Levi." You say, your hands steady on the wall, he knows what he is doing. As soon as you said that, he adds a second finger keeping the fast pace, your eyes start to water as he curls them hitting that soft spot. He keeps pumping his fingers in and put of you, your actions are getting him more drunk, he loves how your body shakes just from him fingering you. He needs to control himself or else his cock will be buried deep inside of you and he can't afford that.

The more you react, the faster his pace gets, you forget completely where you are. That people can see and hear you but that's the last of your worries right now. You have Levi, the captain of the survey corps, humanity's strongest soldier fingering you on top of a building. This isn't how you wanted your afternoon to go but its far better than you ever imagined. His fingers keep moving inside of you, his other hand runs under your shirt and he grabs your breast, massaging it in his hands. "Are you gonna cum for me out here?" That makes your pussy clench aagsint his fingers again, you're getting close, that pit in your stomach starts to build up but you're not queit there yet. Levi knows how to push you over the edge, his thumb adds pressure on your clit and he keeps fingering you in a fast pace, the moan that leavs you is something you should be ashamed of, oh someone definitely heard you now, not that you care. "That's it. Good girl, cum for me, let me see you fall apart."

You can't keep your hands on the wall anymore, your grabs onto his arm with both of your hands, digging your nails into his shirt as you cum. You roll your hips, riding out of your orgsam against his fingers, he keeps them inside of you even after you cum. You catch your breath, your head falling back on his shoulder, he kisses the side of your face, he removes his hand from your underwear, his fingers are soaked. "Took about two fucking minutes to make you cum. Aren't you embarrassed?" He asks you as you open your eyes, your cheeks flushed, his hand is still on your breast and he squeezes it once more before letting go and setting both of his hands on your hips. He kisses you on the lips again, the kiss is quick and sloppy.

Eventually, Levi pulls away from you, cleaning his fingers with his cloth. You turn back around, leaning against the wall. The sun is starting to set and you don't know what to say. Levi looks your way again, he fixes his gear. "Stay out out trouble or next time I am fucking you on the wall for all to see. Understood?" That makes you laugh, he had a way with words but you wouldn't mind at all. "Oh captain my captain, if that will be the outcome, I will be gladly robbing the bank next." Your words make his eyes roll, you really were a brat. You fic yourself, fix your hair and look at him again. "See you around, Captain." You wink and get off the rooftop. Levi is left there, staring at the distance until he realised something, his wallet was missing. Damn you.

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miss-hauntyy · 19 days ago

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K9 x HEAT

Pairing: Ghost, Hybrid!Reader x Hybrid!Konig

Summary: You were Ghost’s K9, a vicious little thing he had a hard time controlling, but somehow made it work. Seeing how well he was able to tame you, Ghost was gifted with a senior K9 from Kortac. He was a tall Austrian man named Konig and while he hated the oversized mutt, you seemed to like him enough for Ghost to let him stay.

Warnings: dubious consent, double penetration, blood kink, biting, marking, reader in heat, knotting?

Notes: I posted this a long time ago on AO3 and I just made a new account to share it more. I am finally making a part 2 even though I get frustrated writing it. I made the drawing so please Do Not Repost, ask first.

___ was, in the nicest way, a little shit. Ghost knew this, and he had a hard time taming her.

The military had introduced a new line of K9s, genetically modified humans with spliced canine genes whose whole purpose was to serve and obey. They were merely an experiment, as K9s were more animal than human. They lead by instinct, and it was hard to control them, leading to countless deaths due to their aggression. Still, that killing instinct is exactly what the military needed for the new war era.

That’s when she came to play; a simple woman to most people, but even with a glance, she was seconds from tearing someone’s head off. Females were more aggressive, so they weren’t as sought after, but Ghost personally picked her to be trained.

And train her he did.

With an iron fist and a steel collar, she was able to follow commands, have a near-perfect recall, and kill only when told. That did not mean she didn’t want to kill Ghost whenever she had the chance, he had the scars to prove it. As time goes on, ___ proves to him that he can trust her, and Ghost starts to loosen the leash. ___ and Ghost are able to see eye to eye and have a great dynamic both on the battlefield and in garrison.

It was difficult, Ghost was tired, but at least he only had to deal with one.

That’s when Konig came in.

He was a senior K9 from Kortac, a foreign military team that rivals the 141, and Ghost hated the oversized mutt that infiltrated his unit. Anything that Ghost hated, so did she.

The first interaction wasn’t the greatest. ___ was behind Ghost, snarling at the other K9 as Captain Price explains the situation, and Ghost couldn’t care less.

Konig’s former handler had been killed in action. A K9 is often retired after the death of a handler or sent back for rehabilitation and further training, but Konig couldn’t be tamed. Tranquilizers didn’t work on him, and he already killed a K9 trainer, an officer, and two doctors in three months. So Kortac did the sensible thing and made him someone else's problem, in turn leading him to Ghost.

“You did an excellent job with this one right here,” Price says as he points at ___, but quickly retracts his arm when she snaps her teeth at him.

“Hardly… she is still stubborn.” Ghost gazes down at her, ___’s eyes turning the other way, feigning ignorance. “I’m not taking your cryptid mutt, this one is already a handful.”

“Simon, I'm not asking you to take him, I’m telling you. He might be an older dog, but you can still teach him new tricks.” Price smiles as Ghost grits his teeth under the mask, annoyance coursing through him. If Price wasn’t ordering him, he could have told him to send that lab experiment where he found him, but since he couldn’t refuse…

He looks at Konig, two inches taller than him, wearing what seems to be a cutoff shirt with eyeholes over his face. Ghost notices at first glance that he is wearing a muzzle underneath. Icy blue eyes stared down at him, feeling the killing intent behind them. He appeared docile but it was only a matter of time before he would snap again. The only thing that passed his mind was if ___ would be able to neutralize him if need be.

“One month.” Ghost states, holding a finger up to illustrate his demand. “If he’s still a piece of shit by then, I don’t care what you do with him.”

Ghost took the challenge, albeit reluctantly. And for the next few days, he would be regretting what he did.

Konig proved to be a bigger eyesore than ___. He was sneakier with his attacks, smart enough to know when or when not to listen, and despite his height, he was quiet. He was thankful for once that ___ stuck to him like glue, alerting him whenever Konig was sneaking around. However, Konig had a major flaw and it was his anxiety. Ghost was quick to exploit it.

Konig was good on the battlefield, but could not work in normal and mundane scenarios. He was socially inept, finding it hard to interact normally with others, and Ghost used ___ to be Konig’s social partner. He started to grow dependent the more he grew closer to her. Seeing her as his only ally who understood what he went through, but when she is suddenly removed from the equation, Konig is distraught.

It was a low move on Ghost’s part, he was aware of how quickly K9s bond with one another, and for a person that relies on another for basic survival is crushing. Ghost could see it live, Konig growling at Ghost and demanding to bring her back. Konig could kill him if he so wished, but he was painfully aware that Ghost was ___’s handler, and the only person that knew where she was. Holding her for ransom made Konig obey, working almost too perfectly.

Once the month was up, Ghost came up to Price with good news, deciding to keep Konig as he was able to follow orders.

In less than two years, Ghost had the two most feared K9s of the unit at his beck and call, which came with a reputation that he did not ask for.

That did not mean it was perfect, the two were still insufferable half the time. Konig, being more senior, took a lead role in guiding ___, but that just meant teaching her how to be more of a nuisance. It was fine seeing the two play fight, but there was something that concerned Ghost that had yet to worry about with her.

Konig’s rut.

While it was a month or every two months type of deal, waking up in the middle of the night to hear scratching on walls and painful groans was not one of the things he signed up for.

He would drive him to the hospital to get the meds necessary to help, and other times he would leave him in his room overnight until he calmed down. Ghost once thought of finding him a mate, the hospital had programs for that, but he would have to stay over for days at a time, and he couldn’t afford that.

___ come to mind briefly, Ghost nearly running a red light at the mere thought of her being Konig’s mate. The idea didn’t settle right with him. While yes, ___ and Konig were both K9s, she was still his pup whereas Konig was an oversized runt that was made his problem. Ghost didn’t dwell on the thought long enough to know why it made him so upset.

He pulled up to the driveway, having left Konig at the hospital again.

His home, which he had just moved into, had three rooms. ___ being the biggest with its own bathroom. Konig called it unfair while she claimed it was because she needed privacy, and in seconds they were barking at each other. Ghost was just glad everyone had their own space.

Walking up the stairs, he hears a cough coming from ___’s bedroom. Ghost pauses, cursing, as he has just come from the hospital.

He knocks and hears a quiet, “Come in” before he opens the door. Just as he feared, Ghost found her on the bed, red-faced, snotty-nosed, and glossy eyes staring at him. She was hot to the touch and sweating profusely.

“You have a fever.” He states, brushing the loose strands of hair sticking to her forehead.

“Yeah… I woke up because I felt nauseous.” She replies in a weak tone, voice hoarse from coughing.

Just what he needed.

One is in the hospital to get his balls drained, and the other is bedridden. At least he didn’t need them for the next few weeks.

“You should have put on more layers like I told you. You never listen, pup.” He scolds her while pinching her nose. She snarls at him and swats his hand off. “Can you hold on for the night? I’ll pick something up for you in the morning when I go get Konig from the hospital.”

“Again? Are his ruts that bad?” She questions, still worried despite the discomfort she’s in.

“Can’t say, but yeah, seems like it. I don’t have to worry about that with you for now.” Ghost is more tender with her than when he first started. The change came promptly when Konig came into the picture, making it clear who was his favorite.

She replies with a weak smile before a coughing fit takes over her. “I’ll see you in the morning. Try not to die while I'm gone.” Ghost commands as he gets off her bed, not needing to be in a sick person’s room any longer than he needs to.

“I’ll try not to, but no promises.” She grins as Ghost leaves her room. The moment the door closes, he can feel the fatigue settling in his bones. It has been a long night, making him feel drained.

At moments like this, he thought back on his life. From the moment he turned 18, Ghost was alone. Always surrounded by people, but never lingering enough to form a deep connection with anyone. The 141 was the closest thing to a family, yet he kept a boundary he didn’t dare to cross.

___, on the other hand, penetrated that barrier with no reserve or sense of self. She stayed close to him, never gave him a reason to doubt her, and even comforted Ghost when all seemed lost. She reminded him of Riley, a German Shepherd he had long before anyone.

His hand traces up his shaft as he curls his fingers around the head, a thumb pressing along the gland. He grips at the base and pulls back on his skin, continuing the slow and stroking motion with a breathy sigh. The cold water runs down his broad back, trickling down his scars and dripping as it reaches his legs. He grunts again, muscle flexing with every stroke of his cock, wondering if the shower head is loud enough to drown out his voice.

One house, two K9s, and not a single moment of privacy had left Ghost to relieve himself at random hours of the night. It wasn't much of a problem before, but now it was especially difficult to even bring a woman over, not that he had tried anyway.

“Fuck…”

His hips buckle forward when he palms the head, jerking himself with his hand and throbbing with every icy droplet that falls on his reddened cock. The grunts get heavier, heaving from pleasure, yet guilt sinks into the back of his mind.

He was on the second floor, ___ was sleeping and Konig was away. There was no way they could ever know. Ghost tries to focus on the pleasure, his thoughts killing the mood and wanting to get this over quickly so he can fall asleep.

His strokes quicken, palm white as he drags his hand along the length of his cock, giving the glands extra attention as it makes his hips jerk forward and grunts deeper. The sensitive quiet pleasure doesn’t last long as he shudders. Ghost leans forward, cum splattering on the tile walls, watching as it dissolves in the water. It leaves him panting, muscles spasming under the cold shower, and feeling disgusted with himself.

He grabs a towel, wrapping it around his waist when he passes through the fog. He presses a hand onto the glass and grimaces at his reflection, he looked too much like his mother. Ignoring the reflection, he looks at his jaw and sees he needs a shave.

Just where his shoulder and neck meet, was a bite mark that had long healed, but left an indent of each tooth on his skin. The sensation still lingered and the flesh tender to the touch.

It happened less than a year ago when ___ was still in training. The day was hot with dry air coming from the Sahara, Ghost was sweating under layers of clothes and heavy gear. He made the mistake of turning his back on her as he took off his gear and jacket. His skin peeked under his mask and at that moment he lost momentum, his head hitting the deck, and felt a weight on his back. Before Ghost could yell at her, ___ sank her teeth into his neck. That day, he learned the difference between a normal human and her. His blood kept spilling, her jaw locked on his flesh, and it took two tranquilizers to unhook ___ from Ghost. Any higher and she could have pierced his carotid artery.

He still remembers that smile. The blood dripped down her chin, pupils dilated, and she looked high with ecstasy. There was not an ounce of killing intent in her eyes, having done it purely for her own satisfaction. She enjoyed it, and Ghost didn’t know how to react then.

She hasn’t pulled a stunt like that since but thinking of that moment made his dick twitch with anticipation and a slight feeling of dread. Though, what he truly feared was developing a weird fetish.

In the morning, Ghost went to check on her. She was sound asleep, still hot to the touch but wasn’t sneezing and coughing like the night before. It seemed like a regular cold, so plenty of rest and food should do the trick.

As he heads out the door, Ghost has an uncomfortable feeling that swells and spreads inside of him. Like a premonition of something bad happening soon, but he disregards it, thinking it was just his lack of sleep.

The drive to the hospital isn’t long, however, the waiting is. Ghost is sitting in the waiting room, the military hospital bustling in the morning, and he is getting a couple of odd looks from dependents passing by.

“Do you train?” A woman asked across from him, she was in uniform, looking like she had stopped here on her way to work, and by the patch on her sleeve, he deduced she was a K9 trainer.

“No. I’m a handler.” He keeps the conversation short and simple, but the woman continues to talk.

“Oh, I see! What’s their name? I might know them. I’m a trainer, real hard work, but I guess not as bad as yours.” She laughs, Ghost staring with a bored expression as she doesn’t pick up on his disinterested gaze.

“Maybe… They are imported. Konig and ___. Heard of them?” She shakes her head, Ghost figuring as much, but even then she doesn’t stop her questioning.

“Both boys?”

“One is a girl.”

“Really? Mine is too, she’s a real handful but so sweet once you get to know her. Her heat started a few months back, so it has been difficult for the both of us. The doctors keep trying to mate her, but I think she is not ready for that yet. I can’t stop seeing her as my little pup.”

Ghost doesn’t want to listen to the dog lady talking about her dogs like they are household pets. He isn’t listening, but the more she talks about female heats, the more it intrigues him.

“If you don’t mind me asking… how did you know she went into heat?” He didn’t want to know, he rather had the hospital deal with all of that, but thinking about ___ made him worry.

“Oh, well, the first is the worst as it starts with an awful fever. They are tired all the time, and they put on a couple of pounds to store energy.” As she talks, Ghost thinks of the times ___ had been acting differently. He has seen her lounging around and eating more. It wasn’t concerning at first, but she also had come down with a fever last night.

“The heat comes soon after that fever, making them highly aggressive because of the pain. You should have seen me when I first found Adela tearing a hole in her mattress.” She laughs, but Ghost doesn’t sound as pleased with the news.

He ponders, Konig was pretty aggressive when he was in a rut but was still able to listen, wouldn’t the opposite apply to females? “Why are females more aggressive? I thought the males…”

The woman scoffs, “Oh, don’t believe that mess. The males only get aggressive if there is competition around. Females are extremely picky with their partners and if they are not able to perform, they attack… that is, if she doesn’t kill him before he has a chance.”

Ghost couldn’t help the chuckles from leaving his lips, the absurdity of it all giving him a headache. He had to deal with the fact that there is a possibility ___ is tearing down his house right now if she’s in heat.

And he thought Konig was a handful when rutting.

Just then, two K9s are escorted out by nurses. The woman stands up first, running up to her K9, and hugging her tightly. If the girl had a tail, he swears he could have seen it wagging. The two share a joyful moment, Ghost seeing how much love she has for her pup as the K9 melts to her touch.

He cringed.

They were way too affectionate for his liking, having never been that way with ___ or Konig. They knew their roles as military dogs, they had jobs and he was their handler. He couldn’t afford to get complacent amid a battle.

“Let go, Konig.” He commands while walking away, Konig quickly following behind him. There is a brown bag in his hands, suspecting they were hormonal blockers and if his assumptions were right, he was going to need them.

“You seem like you are in a rush, Ghost,” Konig comments as he has to match Ghost’s long strides.

“Seems like it. ___ is at the house sick. I can’t leave her alone for too long, you know how she gets. What about you? You got to waste all the energy?”

“Uhh n—.”

“Never mind that, just don’t let me catch you scratching my walls again.” He quickly cuts him off, reaching the parking garage and waiting for Konig to get in as he speeds off.

His finger taps on the steering wheel, the sick feeling coming back again. It’s an understatement to say Ghost wasn’t nervous, he was. He felt under prepared and with no plan as to how to face ___. That is, if she was truly in her heat. He kept believing in that notion, but as he recalled more memories, she should have gotten her Heat last year.

“Ghost, red light,” Konig warns, the tires screeching as he comes to a stop.

That fucking light. Now of all times, it decides to be red.

Konig flinches next to Ghost, sensing his emotions and how it’s affecting him. He doesn’t say anything, but the tense atmosphere makes him think something bad is about to happen.

Pulling up to the driveway, he slams the door closed and Ghost curses when he drops the house keys, hands trembling as he jiggles the doorknob, but upon entering the house it’s eerily quiet. Only the sounds of their footsteps are heard as they walk in. The place seems intact, making Ghost sigh. It was nothing. He was scared for nothing.

“Konig go and put those meds in your room while I go see—.”

“It smells sweet here.” Ghost’s eyes drag across the room to meet with Konig. He can't see his expression, but it is abundantly clear the way his eyes dilate. His heart thumps out of his chest, face pale under the mask as he stares at Konig.

“Konig!” Ghost yells when Konig sprints down the hall, he chases after him, grabbing the back of his hoodie just as he opens the door. Ghost can smell it now, the musky scent palpable and sweet, making him cough.

Konig grunts, a guttural growl rumbling in his throat as he walks into the bedroom, Ghost behind him, tugging on his hoodie to keep him back. Konig insists on getting closer, despite the many warnings. ___ is tucked under the covers, and they can now hear the quiet cries.

Hearing her like this hurt him more than it should. Was she suffering? Is it his fault he couldn’t see the signs? Ghost overthinks everything he has done up to this point, the thought of disappearing when Konig pulls on her covers. The scent is stronger as they find her lying on the bed, skin glistening with sweat and trembling.

What a sight.

Ghost felt as if he was frozen. Her eyelids fluttered open, arms pressed on the bed, pulling herself up and sitting there in nothing but a shirt. It was one he lost two nights ago, and now he knew who stole it.

“___… you okay, pup?” His eyes are trained on her while keeping a tight grip on Konig from approaching. Her eyes are unfocused, a bit red, and dazed from being woken up. She slowly blinks and turns to see Konig who is barely holding it in.

When ___ heaves, Ghost flinches. She grasps her stomach, groaning more from the pain. It’s overpowering, making her body ache and the fine hairs on her skin stand. Ghost goes to get closer and at that moment she snarls at him, scratching the back of his hand and Ghost hisses when she nicked him.

“Fuck! ___?!” He yells, causing Konig to immediately run to her. She barks at Konig as he jumps over her, nose buried in the crook of her neck, and she claws his face to get him off. Ghost jumps in, shoving Konig away.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Ghost yells as he stands in between them. He has an arm out on Konig, visibly triggered by ___, and she only hisses back at him.

“She… she’s in heat, Ghost… I can help her, let me help her.” Konig groans, struggling to keep himself together as he heaves.

Ghost has never seen him look this bad, he almost looks pathetic. Konig is kneeling on the bed, his eyes never leaving __ but the bulge is more than evident on what he wants to do.

“I’ll shoot your brains out before I let you touch—.” Ghost grunts when she claws his back, tearing into his shirt and pinning him down on the bed. Ghost struggles under her and shudders when he hears the growl from a year ago. He throws her off his back and grabs both her wrists as she snarls at him and snaps her teeth again.

“Don’t you fucking dare ___.”

It takes a bit of manhandle for ___ to stand down in defeat. Ghost settled his weight on top of her, hands pinned down on the bed, and they are both left panting. Ghost hisses as the prickling pain settles on his back.

___ glares up at Ghost, their breaths in sync as she tries to kick him to get him off. Impossible to do with Ghost trapping her legs with his.

“Konig, go and bring me your fucking meds.”

“You truly have no idea what you are doing.” Ghost snaps his head to look at Konig, who’s standing there with a scratch across his face, the shirt mask ripped off him and blood soaking into his hoodie. “The blockers won't work in the middle of a heat, she needs to shed off all that energy first.”

“I’m not letting you fuck her.” He states firmly.

“Then do you want to do the honors?! You can either leave her here to suffer for days on end with no release, or do something about it.”

Konig has a point, but Ghost is not yet ready to admit it. He thought of what the dog lady said, ___ was still a pup to Ghost, a rabid little shit pup, but still his. He didn’t choose her two years ago just to fuck her now that she is in heat.

“… I can’t do that. I’m her handler.”

“Then let me—.”

“No… I don’t trust you with her.” Ghost’s confession takes him aback, but Konig doesn’t seem offended, as if he already knew.

“You are going to have to. I know more than you do.” Konig snarls at him as he gets closer. He leans over and gives ___ soft licks along her cheeks that she reciprocates.

___ is heard whining and writhing under Ghost, her lips parting for Konig. Just then, her body jolts, shocks of electricity coursing through her spine, and slumps back on the bed with a satisfied expression.

“Did she just…?” Ghost gets off her, noticing the stained sheet and soaked panties sticking to her groin. “Oh fuck.” He grabs her knees and closes them tightly.

“At least she came, that will make it easier for us.” Konig gets on the bed, grabbing her by the waist as he gets behind her. She caves into his chest and nuzzles her nose on his neck. Konig groans when she grazes her teeth on his neck. “No biting.”

Ghost feels like he shouldn’t be here. Watching ___ suckle on Konig’s finger to stop him from biting him was… erotic.

“She likes that?” ___ is more receptive to his touch, licking and sucking him down to the knuckle. He clenches his jaw. This shouldn’t turn him on so much.

With a free hand, Konig lifts her shirt. His hand dragged across her torso and cupped her breast. “Yeah, she likes it. You can let go of her now.”

He loosens his grip on her wrists, red bruises starting to form.

“The hard part is over, Simon. If you truly want to help her, it has to be this way. Or what? Do you plan to take her to the hospital and make it their problem?” Konig has a firm gaze, face flushed but still conscious and cognitive to put meaning in his words.

His words ring in Ghost’s ear, thinking of all the times he has taken Konig to the hospital. He didn’t know why he thought they just pumped him full of meds and made him sleep it off.

“Let’s worry about her… look, you see that? She can’t take her eyes off you.” The moment he says that, Ghost sees her staring. Her lips pursed and sucking on Konig, but her gaze was indeterminately on him.

Ghost clenches his jaw but loosens it as he gets closer, a weary hand reaches for her cheek, and she nuzzles into his touch. She lets go of Konig to lick his palm. “It’s okay, pup. I’m right here.”

It was maddening.

This is not how he wanted to start his Friday, not seeing his girl being so needy and hot. Licking his palm as if begging him to do more with his hand.

___ reaches for him, nuzzling her nose to his face, and her fingertips slip under his mask and pull it off his face. Ghost groans as he feels her breath on his lips, followed by her tongue. Small soft licks on his rough chin and falling on his lips.

“Not like that… open up your mouth for me.” He instructs. ___ opens her mouth as Ghost presses his tongue against hers to kiss her lips.

It was too good.

Her tongue twirls inside his mouth, inexperienced and eager, almost making him laugh. He matches her pace before taking control, sucking on her tongue as ___ starts to moan and squirm for him. There is a moment she forgets to breathe and Ghost parts away to see her panting, the scent growing stronger and her body jolting with pleasure.

“Not as conflicted now, are you?” Konig teases, his teeth nibbling on her ear and making her jump as he pinches her breasts. Ghost wanted to kick him out, better yet, send him back to Austria, but whatever he was doing, ___ made sure to voice her enjoyment.

“You are here because she needs you too. Don’t make me regret it.” Ghost huffs, unable to stay mad for long when ___ is tugging at his shirt and kicking her feet for attention. “You’re a greedy little pup, aren’t ya? I’m not going anywhere.”

Ghost smirks as he complies with her request and slips off the shirt. He does the same with her, lifting her legs as her panty slides off and her fluids seep down her thighs. He spreads her legs apart, a low grunt heard as he looks at the mess she made of herself.

“You are sopping wet, you did this yourself, hmm? Don’t tell me you got all worked up over a few kisses?” ___ doesn’t respond with words but is visible in the way her brows purse together, her lips pouting, and the heat rising to her face, blushing her cheeks. Ghost lets out a soft chuckle, “… so you can be cute.”

Ghost kisses her a couple more times, peppering her skin with fluttering kisses, and finally settles his head in between her legs. A cheek touches her thigh and glances up one last time before Konig takes her attention away.

She was soaked, no, drenched.

Ghost’s fingers drag along her slick folds, spreading her apart as the fluid continues to leak, coating his fingers. He’s never seen anything like it. She was so soft, and her cum just made it so much easier to slip a finger inside. Her hips buckle, making him laugh.

“Don’t cum until I say so. You are only allowed to cum in my mouth, you hear.” He looks up to see her nod, her neck already covered in small bites, while Konig already had his tongue bitten by her. She sure loved to use those teeth.

A finger slips in, curling inside, and simultaneously strokes her clit, large and engorged. The sensations she felt doubled and within seconds she was a moaning mess. ___ was far too sensitive and Ghost loved it more than he should as he slipped another finger inside her tight canal. Every pump earned him a moan, and with every stroke of her clit she whined. Even as Konig muffled her moans with kisses, he could still hear that sultry voice rumble and echo in the room.

It was truly music.

“Fuck… this might be addicting.” With an open mouth, Ghost gorges on her pussy, licking and slurping on her cum before laying his tongue flat and lapping her up from the bottom to her oversensitive clit. ___ couldn’t handle it any longer, but his command prevented her from disobeying.

She was crying, her voice weak, and riding his mouth as she gripped onto Ghost's hair and pulled on Konig to bite her. Her moans got louder, the bed creaking the more she thrust into his tongue, Ghost fucking her insides with his mouth.

He grunts when she cums on him, gripping her thighs and not letting a single drop go to waste. When Ghost moves back, he breathes a grin of satisfaction on his face, her cum dripping down his chin and eyes briefly unfocused, drunk from her.

“Come here,” Ghost growls at her as he leans forward, gripping her chin to kiss her and letting ___ taste herself in his mouth. “You like that taste, pup?” She nods, moaning and licking the cum off his lips.

Konig pushes her forward, and she quickly wraps her hands around Ghost. More kisses are shared as Konig gets her on her hands and knees, her back arched and swaying her hips. Her head is resting on Konig’s lap, cheek pressing on his bulge as she pants to his smell.

“What a fucking sight you are.” Her plump ass swaying in front of Ghost, pussy throbbing and dripping already. He takes a firm hand to spread her cheeks apart and when he slaps her, ___ moans.

“Seems that she likes it.” Konig grins when she starts to drool on his joggers. His cock throbs, hitting her lips with each pulse, wanting to try that pretty mouth already. “Dammit, I’m at a breaking point here.”

Ghost is loosening her hole by spreading his fingers inside her. “You're waiting for my orders, Konig? How obedient of you.” The man flinches as Ghost laughs. He was obedient, at least when he wanted to. “Don’t let her bite your dick off.”

Taking his words and approval, Konig hastily pulled down his jogger. The boner slapped her face and sprang out, thick and throbbing with a knot swelling by the second. ___ didn’t even have time to register the size when her tongue licked on the base.

Ghost gritted his teeth and hissed. Following Konig, he unbuckled his jeans, dick bouncing off her ass. He was breathing hard, heart thumping, and it took everything to not just rock her back and bury his cock inside.

___ wasn’t paying attention when Ghost rubbed his girth along her labia, coating his cock with her fluids before pressing the tip on her hole. The pressure of being spread made her moan, teeth sinking into Konig, and he curses when she bites him.

“Fuck! ___!” He has to yank her by the hair, her head pulled back after biting his thigh. Konig growls back, both K9s snarling at each other, but her expression quickly changes when Ghost thrusts in again.

He shudders seeing the sight of her parted lips with tears trickling down her cheeks. Konig couldn’t stay mad, not when she was taking Ghost so good and enjoying every inch of him.

“Bite me…” Konig exclaims, his voice hoarse and unable to say it louder. “Bite me, ___.”

Her eyes widened, and a brief second of consciousness ran past her eyes, just for a second before her teeth sank into his skin. Konig grunts as he grips the back of her neck. Blood trickles down his chest and Ghost pushes deeper into her hole. It aches and burns, tearing her open and pushing deeper while she digs her teeth deeper with every inch she takes. Konig couldn’t take it, cock pulsating, daring to shoot his load as his body increases in temperature and eyes roll back. His mouth gaped open as she claimed him, much like she did with Ghost.

“Ngh… oh fuck, ___, let go.” He yanks her by the hair, pulling her back to see the shit-eating grin on her face.

“Be lucky she didn’t bite your dick.” Ghost settles deep inside, grunting as he feels her tightening around him and a barrier that prevents him from going deeper.

Konig trembles, having a harder time staying conscious as she intensifies his rut. “This is your fault. She got a taste for blood, and now she can't stop.” He grabs her by the neck when she tries to bite him again, only to moan when he adds more pressure.

“You’re lucky, you’re cute… Go ahead and fuck this dick with that mouth, pup,” he tells her, ___ complying as her mouth hangs open and curls her tongue along the head. Konig sighs, still in pain, but the pleasure drowns it out.

It takes Ghost a moment before he starts to move, ___ clamping down on him, leaving not a lot of room to move. “I’m going to need you to loosen up… you are so tight, I can't move.” Ghost grunts. A hand slips down to her clit, rubbing and teasing the nub, in turn, making her moan around Konig’s cock. The K9 hisses, gripping her hair, and glares at Ghost, who looks at him with an amused grin.

“I’m going to have to try that, later,” he chuckles, Konig growling in response.

As her body starts to get used to his size, Ghost slowly pulls his cock back, glistening with her fluid, and watches as he buries himself back inside. He kept a steady control of his movements, trying not to lose himself no matter how good it felt, how warm and tight she was, how easy it is to fuck—calm down, he needed to calm down.

Ghost kept his focus on her waist, large callous hands resting just above her hips, guiding her shaking ass into his lap. The sounds of skin slapping against each other, her ass jiggling more, and he grins when he sees the red tint on her skin reach down to her shoulders. Ghost leans forward, the speed increasing and her voice blending with the sound of sex.

“You like having your holes filled, do you?” Ghost muttered in her ear, her cheeks full, the head reaching down her throat, and she throbs upon the seemingly innocent comment. “Of course, you fucking do, fucking slut.” A laugh is heard, followed by a grunt, finally, she jolts when Ghost bites the nape of her neck.

He can’t see it, but Konig watches as her eyes roll back, her mouth hanging open and drooling with a cock between her lips. “Fuuck… if I knew you any better, I'd say you planned this whole thing,” Konig says through gritted teeth. He can’t look away, entranced at the sight of ___ nuzzling to his cock.

“Is that it, baby? Did you plan this entire thing, hmm? Is okay, I won't get mad.” Ghost thrust forward, pushing her body into Konig with each powerful thrust, her moans, and the creaking bed, harmonizing with his movements.

Is dangerous.

Is too good.

Is… Addicting.

Ghost can’t stop himself any longer, grunting as he fucks ___, her face twisted in pleasure, screaming in ecstasy as the two reach closer to their high. She cried, and he didn’t care, abusing the G-spot and continuously hitting her cervix.

He’s already so close, wanting nothing more than to bury himself deep and coat her insides white.

That be a sight.

Pulling out and spreads her pussy open to see his semen leak and drip down their already messy bed.

“Shit… I’m so close. I’ll fill you up good, pup.” a whine is heard from ___ as Ghost pins her down on Konig’s lap by the neck and arches her back more. After several more hard thrusts, Ghost froze, his legs shaking and cock throbbing inside. “Just like that… Take it all, baby.” Ghost stays inside for a minute longer, trying not to cum again as ___ is milking every last drop of him.

They both drop as Ghost pulls out, the man panting by her side and ___ is cross-eyed as she gives Konig licks. Cum trickles down her face and her tongue reaches for most of it.

When he glances up, Konig is covering his mouth while shaking.

He was definitely hanging by a threat.

The woman was squirming, and her eyes blinked at Konig. ___ is barely able to keep her eyes open, and Konig responds by giving her licks.

“Let her sleep… Any longer and we'll die from blood loss.” Konig couldn't feel the pain just yet, still high with ecstasy, but even in his haze he knew neither of the two were in shape to continue. Ghost had lacerations along his back, and Konig had a chunk bitten out of him. He knew girls were aggressive, but this was borderline cannibalistic. Then again, they have been through worse during missions.

___ is quick to fall asleep, curled up on a side of the bed and pulling a blanket before staring to lightly snore. If Ghost knew it to be this easy to put her to sleep, he should have done it ages ago. He gets off the bed, his face grimacing at the white sheets now having splashes of red and the smell of sex thick in the room. The men were hurting, euphoric, but as the adrenaline washes away they are painfully reminded she did attempt to kill them both.

“I’ll get some new sheets and draw a bath. Have the pills ready for when she wakes up,” Ghost quickly instructs, Konig nodding as he leaves the room first, stumbling as he walks. Ghost remains in the room, his post nut conscience taking over, and while he doesn’t feel guilty, this is not the development he was expecting. Konig was a surprise too.

Managing to get the sheets under her and place a new one, Ghost is lost in thought on the memory when she first bit him, somehow now making sense.

She stirs and groans, her eyes fluttering, but Ghost urges her to go to sleep. “Where is Konig…” she asks with a hoarse voice, seeing Ghost was the only one around. “I’m hungry too.”

“He is getting you medicine… you should sleep some more.” Sitting on the bed, Ghost brushes the hairs sticking to her face while __ can barely keep her eyes open. She whines and nuzzles her face on Ghost’s hand, acting cuter than she did an hour ago.

“How is your back…?”

“I’ll live, how is the heat?”

“Manageable… and I thought a cement pillar collapsing on top of me was the worst thing that ever happened.”

Ghost huffed as he smiled, at least she was fine, despite his back looking like he was a victim of Jeffrey Kruger.

He wanted to say more, ask her more questions, but the pricking pain did not go away and ___ was once again asleep. By then, Konig came with a glass of water and the meds. He places them on the counter and Ghost ushers him away, walking behind Konig as he closes the door.

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