How pretty his wife looked now with her
swollen
stomach, swaying from the weight of it as she walked, her skin was stretched thin, marbled red, and her breasts too were fat and heavy and her nipples large, red and so very sensitive when he licked the pre-milk off them. He hoped she would bear him a boy, who would grow big and strong and become a defender of the Germanic people like his daddy was, but it was not just that anticipation – there was an element of power to it too, to know his seed was growing in her, his child holding her body hostage, so she didn’t get any funny ideas when he was away for so long. He could not wait to see her again in another couple of months, to hold his son in his arms and at night crawl into her bed and tell her that she was ugly now, unbearable, and breed her so she could soon be pretty again.
knocked out
going cold turkey
the Night Witches take a prisoner
“Note that Peiper did have to change clothes at least once during the Ardennes offensive : I believe at Cheneux he had to seek cover for USAAF Thunderbolts in an old bunker that was half inundated; when he came out he was soaking wet and covered in mud, and Werner Poetschke who disliked Peiper thought it was very funny.”
von Stauffenberg doesn’t take being hurt too lightly
SS officer with a pregnancy kink (not mpreg though)
Red Army officer and his secret harem of young German men
Peiper, von Westernhagen, and Pervitin
One of these nights, their shared sleepless nights when Jochen is high on pervitin and Heinz is suffering from the insomnia that has afflicted him ever since the head injury, Heinz takes Jochen’s hand with familiar tenderness, holds it for a long time while staring at Jochen out of his bloodshot eyes before he raises the hand to his temple, places Jochen’s fingers on the thick ridge of his scar and calmly as if giving a factual report he says: “this is where the demons came in.”
It was of course not demons that got in but brain fluid that leaked out and metal that pierced his frontal lobe, irreparably damaging the parts that made Heinz fully human, that made him want to sleep and eat and fuck, and Jochen knows that, has seen it and now sees it in front of his eyes again, that very moment when Heinz lay there with his skull cracked open, eyes rolled back into his head, the whites staring at Jochen and that pulsing pink slit where his brain was laid open – pulsing like the blood flow under his fingertips as Heinz presses Jochen’s fingers harder on the scar and with pleading eyes mutters that Jochen must take them out, get them out, let them out.
Jochen can’t get himself hard, no matter how much Heinz in his well-meant attempts to assist pulls on his limp cock, digging nails into the sensitive skin, and kisses and licks and bites him, the pain hardly registering as more than a tickle, and Jochen gives up on it, has no time for that, suddenly his heart is beating fast and he’s thinking fast and he can not wait; with a bit of spit and blood scraped from the roof of his mouth he shoves two fingers in Heinz’s arse and fucks him like that, hard but rhythmic, and Jochen can almost believe what Heinz said about the demons when he begins to tremble and then his head and limbs convulse and Jochen has to hold him so tight as he clenches around Jochen’s fingers and drools spit on Jochen’s neck, the come trickling from his soft little cock like urine and his eyes roll back into his head for an unsettling long time.
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