One Night in Austria [2/?]
anonymous
August 2 2009, 02:52:28 UTC
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Roderich very much liked his book. He had found it one day at a German train station, waiting to get back to his country after a very… RUDE visit. He honestly didn’t remember why he even BOTHERED with such animals! Ludwig had certainly been with that uncouth Prussian too long, seeing now as he preferred… less that acceptable wines and cheap beer. Very unpleasant.
He flipped the page. This was the only jewel he found there. He was very much enjoying it too, surprisingly. He didn’t look up when his darling came in, timidly walking from the bathroom. His nose was in the book and he felt the mattress move as she climbed in.
Dark nails gripped over the words he was reading and his gaze went up, glasses falling nearly off his nose. She licked her dark lips, eyes driving down into him. The book was pulled from his grasp as he soon found himself completely frozen, body unable to move, eyes locked on the object protruding from underneath her dress. She gripped the white, frilled edges, teasing him with a look.
“Like what you see, mein Liebechen?” She purred. He didn’t respond, quite yet.
“D-d-darling…” His eyes still on it. Whatever it was, it was pink. And… “Did… you… g-grow something r-r-recently?”
She grinned, biting her lip in a come hither gaze, hiking the dress up more to reveal what he didn’t want to see. The object pointing straight at him like a spear. He started sinking back against the pillows.
“D-D-D-Daaarling…”
“Liebechen!” She gripped his wrist, climbing into his lap and ignoring his squeals, eyes still locked on the obvious fake penis. “Please! Don’t be afraid… I studied on this! It’s VERY pleasurable to both parties!”
“O-o-o-oh… m-m-m-y…”
“Roderich.” She snapped, lifting his gaze up from between her legs. “Please. Let me take care of you tonight.”
“G-g-g-gooottt…”
“Please, sweetheart… please.”
His glasses nearly fell off and she caught them folding them up neatly and placing them on the bedside table along with the book. She petted his cheek, foreheads meeting, trying to calm him.
“Roderich… darling…”
He didn’t say anything, lips tight. She rolled her eyes. Of course she had to be the aggressor and her lips met soon on his, trying to force him to open up. His body still frigid from the miniature stroke he possibly suffered. Her tongue delving in, though, made him part slightly and she was soon looming over him, their tongues tangling, his body slightly relaxing. She moaned into his mouth, grabbing his hands and placing them on her body, telling him what she wanted. He took the hint.
“Darling…” She whispered, kissing his eyes. He muttered something in return and just pressed back, cheeks flaming as he felt something briefly jab his stomach. Her fingers found the buttons on his shirt and they were soon pulling at them, the fabric coming undone nicely, nails scratching his chest. He groaned and she decided to up the ante. She ground down on his lap, making him moan louder, her fingers raking down his body, feeling him shudder.
“My darling…”
He flushed, still tempting to look down, uneasy, but she made him keep her gaze. Pushing him down at an angle onto the bed, straddling his chest. His shirt was soon off and thrown lazily over her shoulder, not caring where it landed. Leaning down over him.
“Darling… I’ve thought about this for so long…”
“R-really…” He flushed, sputtering on his words. “I-I wish y-you would have informed me…”
His remark went ignored as her tongue was back in his mouth, palms massaging his chest, both moaning lowly into each other. He gripped her backside, tight, trying to knead the flesh. Elizaveta felt herself possibly getting soaked for the first time in years since their reunification. Her darling finally responding to her ministrations. She broke, grinding down, letting him feel what she meant.
“Liebechen!” She begged, fingers grasping his pants, ripping at the buttons. “Darling, let me have you first..”
He stiffened, nearly forgetting why he was in that position. She coated his neck with kisses but he didn’t relax. Hairs falling over his eyes.
“E-eliza…”
“Darling…” His pants were already being wrenched down his hips, her lips on his chest. “I think we can skip the needless introductions, yes?”
Roderich very much liked his book. He had found it one day at a German train station, waiting to get back to his country after a very… RUDE visit. He honestly didn’t remember why he even BOTHERED with such animals! Ludwig had certainly been with that uncouth Prussian too long, seeing now as he preferred… less that acceptable wines and cheap beer. Very unpleasant.
He flipped the page. This was the only jewel he found there. He was very much enjoying it too, surprisingly. He didn’t look up when his darling came in, timidly walking from the bathroom. His nose was in the book and he felt the mattress move as she climbed in.
Dark nails gripped over the words he was reading and his gaze went up, glasses falling nearly off his nose. She licked her dark lips, eyes driving down into him. The book was pulled from his grasp as he soon found himself completely frozen, body unable to move, eyes locked on the object protruding from underneath her dress. She gripped the white, frilled edges, teasing him with a look.
“Like what you see, mein Liebechen?” She purred. He didn’t respond, quite yet.
“D-d-darling…” His eyes still on it. Whatever it was, it was pink. And… “Did… you… g-grow something r-r-recently?”
She grinned, biting her lip in a come hither gaze, hiking the dress up more to reveal what he didn’t want to see. The object pointing straight at him like a spear. He started sinking back against the pillows.
“D-D-D-Daaarling…”
“Liebechen!” She gripped his wrist, climbing into his lap and ignoring his squeals, eyes still locked on the obvious fake penis. “Please! Don’t be afraid… I studied on this! It’s VERY pleasurable to both parties!”
“O-o-o-oh… m-m-m-y…”
“Roderich.” She snapped, lifting his gaze up from between her legs. “Please. Let me take care of you tonight.”
“G-g-g-gooottt…”
“Please, sweetheart… please.”
His glasses nearly fell off and she caught them folding them up neatly and placing them on the bedside table along with the book. She petted his cheek, foreheads meeting, trying to calm him.
“Roderich… darling…”
He didn’t say anything, lips tight. She rolled her eyes. Of course she had to be the aggressor and her lips met soon on his, trying to force him to open up. His body still frigid from the miniature stroke he possibly suffered. Her tongue delving in, though, made him part slightly and she was soon looming over him, their tongues tangling, his body slightly relaxing. She moaned into his mouth, grabbing his hands and placing them on her body, telling him what she wanted. He took the hint.
“Darling…” She whispered, kissing his eyes. He muttered something in return and just pressed back, cheeks flaming as he felt something briefly jab his stomach. Her fingers found the buttons on his shirt and they were soon pulling at them, the fabric coming undone nicely, nails scratching his chest. He groaned and she decided to up the ante. She ground down on his lap, making him moan louder, her fingers raking down his body, feeling him shudder.
“My darling…”
He flushed, still tempting to look down, uneasy, but she made him keep her gaze. Pushing him down at an angle onto the bed, straddling his chest. His shirt was soon off and thrown lazily over her shoulder, not caring where it landed. Leaning down over him.
“Darling… I’ve thought about this for so long…”
“R-really…” He flushed, sputtering on his words. “I-I wish y-you would have informed me…”
His remark went ignored as her tongue was back in his mouth, palms massaging his chest, both moaning lowly into each other. He gripped her backside, tight, trying to knead the flesh. Elizaveta felt herself possibly getting soaked for the first time in years since their reunification. Her darling finally responding to her ministrations. She broke, grinding down, letting him feel what she meant.
“Liebechen!” She begged, fingers grasping his pants, ripping at the buttons. “Darling, let me have you first..”
He stiffened, nearly forgetting why he was in that position. She coated his neck with kisses but he didn’t relax. Hairs falling over his eyes.
“E-eliza…”
“Darling…” His pants were already being wrenched down his hips, her lips on his chest. “I think we can skip the needless introductions, yes?”
“E-Elllliza…”
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