Die Qual der Wahl [9/?]
anonymous
June 16 2010, 17:58:03 UTC
Germany nudged Prussia’s legs apart with his knees and leant over her, sliding his middle finger into her with ease. She was completely wet and he had no qualms about incrementing the number of fingers he used until he was completely stretching her apart, scissoring her with a deft touch. She groaned beneath him, clutching the sheets with one hand and rolling her breast with the other, squeezing it as she raised her hips and bucked encouragingly, letting out sharp little keening noises that were altogether too wanton for his own good. Germany reached a hand under her dress and slid it upwards across her stomach, holding her down firmly, fabric bunching up at his wrist and revealing scarred white skin quivering at the contact. She was sensitive right there, he knew, and under normal circumstances, she would be breaking out into giggles for the ticklish sensation. At the moment, the little strokes his thumb afforded along the plane of her stomach was causing her adequate distress and he could feel her clenching around his fingers tremulously. He took the opportunity to grip his cock and rub it along her vagina, pressing it against her clit, savouring the quickened breaths that climbed in pitch as Prussia trembled in anticipation.
She stilled when he pressed himself into her, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly, albeit shakily. The sensation was infinitely pleasant and he was big. There should have been that uncomfortable first minutes of getting used to it, but Prussia was more than used to harsh treatment and was so turned on that she nearly screamed ‘Hallelujah’ when he began to pound into her earnestly. Prussia let out a cry as she threw her arms around his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist and thrusting back against him. He was being rough, holding her down and driving into her mercilessly, and as sore as she knew she would be come morning, she couldn’t find it in herself to feel anything less than sheer appreciation.
They made a mad scramble to rip the unbuttoned shirt off his body and Germany kissed her soundly before he ran a single hand along her thigh and up her leg, gripping it by the back of the knee and pinning it down, giving him more room to move and angle each thrust. His eyes, half-closed with pleasure, were transfixed on her face, hungrily taking in each sweet little contortion in her expression as he rolled his hips even faster. She was wonderfully tight, squeezing her inner muscles around him as he buried himself deep into her, and with a sharp gasp, she began to grind back against him with an erratic fervour, moaning incomprehensibly.
The tension that strained his hips from the unbridled thrusting forced him to a staggered halt and he held himself up over Prussia, both of them catching their breaths for a good minute. He sat upright, still panting as he pulled out of her and shimmied out of his trousers, tossing it aside somewhere. Prussia’s fingers skimmed the hem of her dress and she made to take it off, but Germany let out a growl and pinned her wrists to the bed. She barely struggled, crying out softly when he slid forward and was once again enveloped by her. She squirmed, biting down on her lip as she waited for him to start driving into her, but he took his time. He moved back slowly, leaving nothing but the tip of his cock inside her, feeling her shudder, and he waited for as long as it took to make her moan his name insistently before he slid back into her, right to the base of his cock, agonizingly slow, and that set the pace. Prussia tried to thrust against him, tried to make him pick up the pace but he was much stronger than she was. She let out a sob, eyes misty and pleading as she gasped at him without any capacity for nonessential words, “Faster, West.” He ignored her.
Germany wet his mouth as he continued to fuck her slowly, relishing the tremble that controlled her entire body as she writhed underneath him, moaning low, breath hitching with every little motion.
She stilled when he pressed himself into her, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly, albeit shakily. The sensation was infinitely pleasant and he was big. There should have been that uncomfortable first minutes of getting used to it, but Prussia was more than used to harsh treatment and was so turned on that she nearly screamed ‘Hallelujah’ when he began to pound into her earnestly. Prussia let out a cry as she threw her arms around his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist and thrusting back against him. He was being rough, holding her down and driving into her mercilessly, and as sore as she knew she would be come morning, she couldn’t find it in herself to feel anything less than sheer appreciation.
They made a mad scramble to rip the unbuttoned shirt off his body and Germany kissed her soundly before he ran a single hand along her thigh and up her leg, gripping it by the back of the knee and pinning it down, giving him more room to move and angle each thrust. His eyes, half-closed with pleasure, were transfixed on her face, hungrily taking in each sweet little contortion in her expression as he rolled his hips even faster. She was wonderfully tight, squeezing her inner muscles around him as he buried himself deep into her, and with a sharp gasp, she began to grind back against him with an erratic fervour, moaning incomprehensibly.
The tension that strained his hips from the unbridled thrusting forced him to a staggered halt and he held himself up over Prussia, both of them catching their breaths for a good minute. He sat upright, still panting as he pulled out of her and shimmied out of his trousers, tossing it aside somewhere. Prussia’s fingers skimmed the hem of her dress and she made to take it off, but Germany let out a growl and pinned her wrists to the bed. She barely struggled, crying out softly when he slid forward and was once again enveloped by her. She squirmed, biting down on her lip as she waited for him to start driving into her, but he took his time. He moved back slowly, leaving nothing but the tip of his cock inside her, feeling her shudder, and he waited for as long as it took to make her moan his name insistently before he slid back into her, right to the base of his cock, agonizingly slow, and that set the pace. Prussia tried to thrust against him, tried to make him pick up the pace but he was much stronger than she was. She let out a sob, eyes misty and pleading as she gasped at him without any capacity for nonessential words, “Faster, West.” He ignored her.
Germany wet his mouth as he continued to fuck her slowly, relishing the tremble that controlled her entire body as she writhed underneath him, moaning low, breath hitching with every little motion.
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