To Hell With Heaven! (China/Japan, Japan/China) 1
anonymous
December 21 2010, 03:22:32 UTC
His neck burned and tingled like an insatiable fire, throwing his head back to allow the other easier access. China’s lips pursued the flow of Japan’s pulse up to his jaw line, then running his tongue alone his jaw to the younger’s chin. Japan sighed appreciatively, arms tightening around China’s neck. China’s tongue trailed down to Japan’s chest, circling and sucking a round and soft teat. Japan groaned sharply, hands boring into China’s neck with desperate need. That tongue snaked to the other and sucked hard, clamping down upon it like a nursing child. Japan moaned low and long, his sex burning so close to China’s.
“Japan-di~aru.” Japan roused himself to consciousness, but only slightly. China grabbed his ass in a tight grip and made Japan yelp promptly after, indignantly glaring at his lover.
“What?!” he hissed, nipping China’s neck indignantly, causing the other to wince.
“I want you to try topping this time~aru,” China said in a coarse whisper, as already sexed as it was. Japan’s eyebrow quirked upwards. Him, topping? Since when? He sighed and flopped against the mattress, binding his legs around China’s waist, dragging them closer together. China smiled wryly and tried placating Japan with sensuous kisses to his neck, causing Japan to relent a bit.
China wanted him to top? Alright, he asked for it!
Feeding off his indignation at being interrupted during their love-making, he brusquely flipped them around. “You asked for it, China-nii,” Japan hissed sadistically, hand reaching around China’s hip to grab his member, stroking it with damnably long and slow strokes, causing China to cry shrilly, much to Japan’s enjoyment. He remembered the countless times China had topped him, the techniques used. Being enthusiastic about everything he undertook, Japan naturally wanted to outshine the elder’s expectations for this. Computers or cocks made no difference to him. He was a first-rate pervert, after all.
He teasingly kissed China’s neck, remembering the elder’s favorite spots that made him aroused without fail, sending them both to bed in two seconds flat. China smiled painfully as Japan made China suck and moisten two fingers, not allowing the other to breathe until they were good and wet. Upon release, Japan smothered China’s mouth with his, slick fingers sneaking their way to China’s willing entrance, shoving in one finger, then two.
China screamed in ecstasy as Japan rammed them in as far as they could go, scissoring and being fairly merciless to the elder. His moist lips kissed fluttering eyelids, a heated cheek, a panting tongue. He bit down on China’s lolling tongue as hard as he could, eliciting a strangled cry of defeat, now having completely succumbed to Japan’s prying ministrations. Japan continued to sadistically smirk, releasing China’s reddening tongue to focus completely on conquering what was left of China.
He removed his fingers too quickly from China’s ready entrance, swiping them of the fluids that had accumulated on the bed sheets, hating to feel dirty to do this. His readied his swelling manhood at China’s entrance, beginning the first thrust. At was gentle at first, but then it escalated into merciless thrusting that came to the join of jarring China extremely. The elder cried with ecstasy having overlooked his partner’s ability. He was like a sex god to seduce him so quickly.
For the next few hours, Japan did things to China that the elder hadn’t expected. He bound China’s hands to the two uppermost posters of the bed, doing so with uncanny speed and alacrity, like he’d done it before. The thrusts continued, kisses in places the normal, modest Japan would’ve blushed furiously at the thought of. Japan seduced China to the point of climaxing, but Japan somehow managed to brilliantly avoid the orgasm, something that was driving China insane. Japan was producing techniques like ninja stars, each painful to the point of transcending any sort of possible bliss, anything humanly possible. Even Zeus would’ve been ashamed at how sexually driven Japan was!
Re: To Hell With Heaven! (China/Japan, Japan/China) 2
anonymous
December 21 2010, 03:24:47 UTC
China forced an eye open to scrutinize Japan, paralyzed with fear at what he saw. The younger’s eyes were shaded completely in black, a bestial leer raking over China’s every convulsion and buck of the hips. His eyes squeezed closed again as he felt something probe his tunnel, guessing it was the other’s member. It seemed to have a life of its own, moving and working its way through China’s body, hitting every bundle of nerves to the point of completely being knocked out.
His eyes hazed dangerously, sparks of light flashing sporadically. He was paralyzed completely, hands and fingers and limbs twitching violently. Blackness clouded his vision, something shoved down his throat, a thick snake asphyxiating him temporarily.
Another unknown amount of time later, he felt his own manhood swallowed by the sex fiend his lover had become.
Released, Japan stopped completely, breathing heavily and cackling with strained breath. “I want more! You’re all used up and no fun anymore, China-nii,” Japan complained childishly, hands twitching in spasms. China shivered deeply in fear, feeling slick and in extreme pain, as blissful as it was. His mind couldn’t think, couldn’t comprehend.
Japan pulled on a robe, finding a cell phone among discarded clothing. He dialed a number, a dial tone filling the black void the room now was. He leapt inhumanly on the bed, holding the phone to China’s ear and mouth, the elder too stupefied to comprehend the situation.
“Tell them that you’re in trouble and need help, China-nii,” Japan said childishly, giddily. His eyes were still feral and evil-seeming, but the way he lay himself on China’s sprawled body and kicked his legs back and forth he looked disarmingly innocent.
China choked and sputtered and few times, tears streaming down his cheeks. “H-Help, me, p-please… AAAGGGHHH!” China screamed as Japan used the other hand to dig his nails into China’s length, smiling innocently and sweetly. Japan then hung up the phone, releasing his vice on China’s shaft. “Good job, China-nii!” Japan lauded, his lips reaching down to slither with hellish sensations on China’s skin, heat replacing the feeling he couldn’t summon. He licked up China’s streaming tears, his sweet-smelling breath steaming in China’s face. It smelled like mango-flavored mochi.
A knock riddled the door, violently rapping. Japan giggled creepily and sneaked over to the door like Im Yong Soo ready to execute some childish prank, and China wanted to scream a warning but he couldn’t find his voice.
“I shall save you, mon cherie!” France’s swarthy, swash-buckling promise.
“That bastard dare thinks he’s awesomer than me! Bullshit! I pound the crap out of him!” Prussia’s predictable threat.
“Amigos, senor China sounded like he was in trouble, no?” Spain’s lighter placation.
Re: To Hell With Heaven! (China/Japan, Japan/China) 3
anonymous
December 21 2010, 03:27:36 UTC
The door opened all at once, the three European nations tumbling through, all wearing garish outfits of the period. Prussia puffed air at the enormous plume shielding his face, laces and frills and eccentric clothing covering the albino. France seemed star-struck as he drooled lustily at the sight of China so heavily bound, Antonio rushing over to China’s side.
“Amigo, what’s wrong! Tell us!” the younger nation pleaded, green eyes somewhat desperate. China’s throat was dry, and swallowing his own saliva felt like swallowing crinkled old parchment. Spain undid the binding on China, the Asian nation raising a petrified finger to the corner Japan stood happily in, smiling pleasantly like Russia before potential rape.
All three turned their heads, canvassing the room carefully. Japan leapt up and locked his limbs in the corner of the ceiling, not even the shadows betraying his whereabouts. All three returned their gazes to China who was mumbling incoherently, eyes locked with oblivion. Spain gently wrapped China with a blanket from the bed, brows burrowing deeply in anger at the plight of the smaller Asian.
“Mierda!” he cursed, accent thick. “Who’s the bastard who couldn’t done this to senor China?” Prussia growled deeply, pulling out his sword, Gilbird cheeping worriedly. France did the same, all three slim rapiers that glinted light from the hallway.
Insane laughter cackled throughout the room and the door suddenly slammed shut. All three whirled about; the coattails of their clothing flapping loudly like bird wings. China just watched on blearily, unable to do anything.
Suddenly, caltrops were dropped from the ceiling, spilling around them and on to the floor. All three danced about in pain as their feet crushed the caltrops, screaming out. Japan knew it was time to act.
He sprang from his hiding place, having somehow squeezed himself on top of a wardrobe, launching himself at the nearest nation: France.
Japan whipped out a hand, dust streaking across Prussia and Spain’s vision. Both cried out in pain, dropping their weapons and writhing to the floor in pain. Japan smirked triumphantly, bringing his attention to France who was below him.
France laughed deep and low in his throat, enjoying himself. He let his hands slide the robe off of Japan’s shoulders, Japan leering at his prey intently. France reciprocated it, licking his lips perversely. “Would you like a taste, mon ami?” he inquired, reaching forward.
Japan only let him have his way for a few minutes, the Frenchman tenderly kissing and groping his way across Japan’s body. Japan could be heard audibly purring deep in his throat, somewhat creeping France out a bit. Then, he attacked.
Japan practically shredded France’s clothes off, every scrap ending up strewn throughout the room. Ropes were produced from thin air to bind France’s hands tightly behind his back, the Frenchman started to complain and struggle.
“What are you doing, mon cherie?” France demanded as Japan started nipping and biting down France’s body, the rugged nation melting into Japan’s machinations. He sighed, experienced enough to hold himself back. Then, the worst truly began.
Japan nipping and kissed wherever his lips had reach, hands squeezing ass and cock, arousing France to the point of an orgasm, but again, he kept the climax capped. Prussia and Spain watched on, eyes burning and completely subdued. They were both in admiration and horror of Japan’s inhuman seductions.
Japan didn’t repeat what he did with China, instead using France’s rather blunt rapier as a lube, running his tongue down the appropriate length. He smirked wickedly at France who watched on, completely unable to do anything.
Then, he lanced it into France’s entrance, the hard nation crying out as loud as possible in his arousal, the weapon probing and mercilessly arousing him. France panted and breathed like a lap dog, face heated uncomfortably and occasionally twisted in pain. He swore loudly in French, all other nations watching on helplessly, especially China.
Re: To Hell With Heaven! (China/Japan, Japan/China) 4
anonymous
December 21 2010, 03:29:36 UTC
The sword was removed and replaced with Japan’s member, cruelly sheathing it as far as it would go. Japan laughed evilly, penetrating as deeply as possible. And after several long minutes of agonizingly pleasurable pain, Japan removed his length, now having reduced France to a writhing pile of drool and other bodily fluids, the Frenchman unable to even breathe properly. Japan lifted the Frenchman’s face and gave him a mocking French kiss, then releasing him to collapse on to the floor, moving as much as a vegetable.
Prussia and Spain screamed internally, their eyes still burning from the previous assault. Their limbs, for some reason, wouldn’t even move! Japan snickered at their helplessness; the powder had been a powerful punch of the strongest ginseng, a muscle relaxant, and red pepper. There was no way they would be escaping any time soon.
An idea hatched in Japan’s mind, a pleasurable little thought that would work rather splendidly.
He quietly bound both nations’ hands with more taut rope, arresting hand movement. The attacks didn’t begin at once like it had with France, but he knew what to lure them with. He shoved them close together, using their own weapons to shear through their clothing, making them tremble. Gilbird even flew away into China’s hands, the paralyzed nation only able to stroke the bird comfortingly with his thumbs as it nestled in his cupped hands. It chirped abruptly, to which Japan silenced with a glare, making the animal shrink back in fear.
Clothes removed completely, Japan found a small jar of China’s lubricant, taking a generous amount on his hand. He massaged up and down the length of Prussia’s manhood, causing an erection to spout from the albino’s self-proclaimed five meters. Prussia cried out girlishly, contradictory to the manly façade he always poured forth. The length well massaged, Japan then pried open Spain’s mouth and wet his fingers with the slack-jawed nation’s own saliva, warm and slick. He forced them up Spain’s entrance, scissoring, probing, blissfully torturing. Spain gasped and screamed, groaning and moaning-distressingly indecisive. Finished, he again wiped his fingers on the floor, cleaning them.
Devilishly smiling, it was now time for the finale. He gripped Prussia’s five meters in a vice and Spain’s lower abdomen in the other. He braced Spain’s body against his kneeling legs, stretching over to Prussia. Like peanut butter and jelly with some added leverage, he rammed their bodies together, Prussia’s five meters plunging into Spain’s entrance. He sandwiched them hard together, alternately nipping at their pale and tanned bodies, respectively.
Both Europeans shrieked in a beautiful cacophony like yowling animals in heat. Japan made Prussia artificially thrust, using his surprising strength as leverage to make it happen, soon completely sheathing Prussia within Spain like a matador getting lanced by a frenzied bull. Their screams rose into a hellish crescendo, pleasing Japan all the more. He forced them to remain in this position for several minutes before shoving Prussia out of Spain, unsheathing him. Japan licked his lips in satisfaction, now pleasurably sated.
All four of Japan’s victims were listless vegetables, having screwing them into oblivion. There was no reaction when Japan placed a kiss on each other lips experimentally, even when he deepened it. Perplexed, Japan merely shrugged and found blankets and casually threw them over each of the three floor-bound nations.
Suddenly, pain seared through his mind. Japan stumbled and groaned, bumping his head on something sharp and painful. He collapsed on the bed, eyes locking with China’s despondent ones before everything went black.
Re: To Hell With Heaven! (China/Japan, Japan/China) 5
anonymous
December 21 2010, 03:31:58 UTC
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“Fucking shit that was the most awesome fuck ever!” An albino pounced on a Spainard, the Spanish nation shoving Prussia aside. Austria and Hungary just glared at the idiotic Prussian, Hungary poised to pound Prussia in with a ready frying pan; Germany didn’t look any happier. France stood nearby, all other nations congregated at that month’s UN meeting, Japan today’s center of attention.
“It seems this will improve Japan’s standings, no?” Spain said dryly, folding his arms. A furious South Italy was bickering with his Northern brother, unable to conceal his heartbreak over last week’s fiasco. England was positively enthralled when the Bad Touch Trio had recounted the story with every other nation when their turns came to speak, pooling their speaking times to get the story out. China passionately added this and that little detail after having told his tale in its entirety. Japan looked absolutely miserable even though Turkey and Greece were stoically tolerating the other’s presence in order to protect Japan, menacingly glaring whenever anyone tried to quip in some derogatory comment towards the archipelago.
France sighed and suavely took Japan in his arms. “I didn’t know my little bon bon wanted me so much,” France sighed romantically, Japan freezing up in the awkwardness of the situation. China stormed over to France, seizing Japan for himself and holding him tightly.
“There has to be a good reason for this~aru!” Even though he wouldn’t admit it, that night had been the best copulation China had ever endured. He wouldn’t mind it if his lover was like that more often.
“I’m so sorry, China-nii,” Japan whispered miserably, turning around to bury himself in China’s chest. China held him tightly, stopping even Greece and Turkey with his powerful glares.
Many other nations wanted Japan for themselves after this had happened, but China wouldn’t have it.
“Perhaps little Japan would break under me, da?” Russia suggested, face shrouded in dangerous purple shadow.
“Not before you marry me, brother!” Belarus cried from nowhere. Russia yelped and Belarus gave chase to him all the way out of the UN room.
Greece growled. “I was close to being his first time,” he tried, it coming out rather sleepily. Turkey whacked him in the head.
“Japan clearly said that it was just a dream!” Turkey rebutted. “He was probably right! I’d want it to be a dream too if I was in that situation!” Greece and Turkey chased each other from the meeting room, probably to beat that tar out of each other.
“I bet he was kidnapped and bit by a wolf spider, and somehow given sexy spider powers!” America idiotically suggested. England did an epic facetable, earning laughter from France.
“He’s a ninja, not a spider, you git!” England cried. America and England erupted into a heated debate over spiders and ninjas, neither thing subjects either knew much about.
“I’m sorry, China-nii,” Japan said in a small voice, winding his arms around China’s neck, China doing the same with Japan’s waist.
“Well, that’s something a little meditation and tea can help fix~aru! Let’s get to the bottom of this~aru.” With that, China scooped Japan in his arms and wheeled on a heel out of the room, the pleas of numerous nations following them. Japan was glad to leave, but couldn’t help but wonder how it had happened in the first place.
“Japan-di~aru.” Japan roused himself to consciousness, but only slightly. China grabbed his ass in a tight grip and made Japan yelp promptly after, indignantly glaring at his lover.
“What?!” he hissed, nipping China’s neck indignantly, causing the other to wince.
“I want you to try topping this time~aru,” China said in a coarse whisper, as already sexed as it was. Japan’s eyebrow quirked upwards. Him, topping? Since when? He sighed and flopped against the mattress, binding his legs around China’s waist, dragging them closer together. China smiled wryly and tried placating Japan with sensuous kisses to his neck, causing Japan to relent a bit.
China wanted him to top? Alright, he asked for it!
Feeding off his indignation at being interrupted during their love-making, he brusquely flipped them around. “You asked for it, China-nii,” Japan hissed sadistically, hand reaching around China’s hip to grab his member, stroking it with damnably long and slow strokes, causing China to cry shrilly, much to Japan’s enjoyment. He remembered the countless times China had topped him, the techniques used. Being enthusiastic about everything he undertook, Japan naturally wanted to outshine the elder’s expectations for this. Computers or cocks made no difference to him. He was a first-rate pervert, after all.
He teasingly kissed China’s neck, remembering the elder’s favorite spots that made him aroused without fail, sending them both to bed in two seconds flat. China smiled painfully as Japan made China suck and moisten two fingers, not allowing the other to breathe until they were good and wet. Upon release, Japan smothered China’s mouth with his, slick fingers sneaking their way to China’s willing entrance, shoving in one finger, then two.
China screamed in ecstasy as Japan rammed them in as far as they could go, scissoring and being fairly merciless to the elder. His moist lips kissed fluttering eyelids, a heated cheek, a panting tongue. He bit down on China’s lolling tongue as hard as he could, eliciting a strangled cry of defeat, now having completely succumbed to Japan’s prying ministrations. Japan continued to sadistically smirk, releasing China’s reddening tongue to focus completely on conquering what was left of China.
He removed his fingers too quickly from China’s ready entrance, swiping them of the fluids that had accumulated on the bed sheets, hating to feel dirty to do this. His readied his swelling manhood at China’s entrance, beginning the first thrust. At was gentle at first, but then it escalated into merciless thrusting that came to the join of jarring China extremely. The elder cried with ecstasy having overlooked his partner’s ability. He was like a sex god to seduce him so quickly.
For the next few hours, Japan did things to China that the elder hadn’t expected. He bound China’s hands to the two uppermost posters of the bed, doing so with uncanny speed and alacrity, like he’d done it before. The thrusts continued, kisses in places the normal, modest Japan would’ve blushed furiously at the thought of. Japan seduced China to the point of climaxing, but Japan somehow managed to brilliantly avoid the orgasm, something that was driving China insane. Japan was producing techniques like ninja stars, each painful to the point of transcending any sort of possible bliss, anything humanly possible. Even Zeus would’ve been ashamed at how sexually driven Japan was!
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His eyes hazed dangerously, sparks of light flashing sporadically. He was paralyzed completely, hands and fingers and limbs twitching violently. Blackness clouded his vision, something shoved down his throat, a thick snake asphyxiating him temporarily.
Another unknown amount of time later, he felt his own manhood swallowed by the sex fiend his lover had become.
Released, Japan stopped completely, breathing heavily and cackling with strained breath. “I want more! You’re all used up and no fun anymore, China-nii,” Japan complained childishly, hands twitching in spasms. China shivered deeply in fear, feeling slick and in extreme pain, as blissful as it was. His mind couldn’t think, couldn’t comprehend.
Japan pulled on a robe, finding a cell phone among discarded clothing. He dialed a number, a dial tone filling the black void the room now was. He leapt inhumanly on the bed, holding the phone to China’s ear and mouth, the elder too stupefied to comprehend the situation.
“Tell them that you’re in trouble and need help, China-nii,” Japan said childishly, giddily. His eyes were still feral and evil-seeming, but the way he lay himself on China’s sprawled body and kicked his legs back and forth he looked disarmingly innocent.
China choked and sputtered and few times, tears streaming down his cheeks. “H-Help, me, p-please… AAAGGGHHH!” China screamed as Japan used the other hand to dig his nails into China’s length, smiling innocently and sweetly.
Japan then hung up the phone, releasing his vice on China’s shaft. “Good job, China-nii!” Japan lauded, his lips reaching down to slither with hellish sensations on China’s skin, heat replacing the feeling he couldn’t summon. He licked up China’s streaming tears, his sweet-smelling breath steaming in China’s face. It smelled like mango-flavored mochi.
A knock riddled the door, violently rapping. Japan giggled creepily and sneaked over to the door like Im Yong Soo ready to execute some childish prank, and China wanted to scream a warning but he couldn’t find his voice.
“I shall save you, mon cherie!” France’s swarthy, swash-buckling promise.
“That bastard dare thinks he’s awesomer than me! Bullshit! I pound the crap out of him!” Prussia’s predictable threat.
“Amigos, senor China sounded like he was in trouble, no?” Spain’s lighter placation.
Japan had invited the Bad Touch Trio to his door.
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“Amigo, what’s wrong! Tell us!” the younger nation pleaded, green eyes somewhat desperate. China’s throat was dry, and swallowing his own saliva felt like swallowing crinkled old parchment. Spain undid the binding on China, the Asian nation raising a petrified finger to the corner Japan stood happily in, smiling pleasantly like Russia before potential rape.
All three turned their heads, canvassing the room carefully. Japan leapt up and locked his limbs in the corner of the ceiling, not even the shadows betraying his whereabouts. All three returned their gazes to China who was mumbling incoherently, eyes locked with oblivion. Spain gently wrapped China with a blanket from the bed, brows burrowing deeply in anger at the plight of the smaller Asian.
“Mierda!” he cursed, accent thick. “Who’s the bastard who couldn’t done this to senor China?” Prussia growled deeply, pulling out his sword, Gilbird cheeping worriedly. France did the same, all three slim rapiers that glinted light from the hallway.
Insane laughter cackled throughout the room and the door suddenly slammed shut. All three whirled about; the coattails of their clothing flapping loudly like bird wings. China just watched on blearily, unable to do anything.
Suddenly, caltrops were dropped from the ceiling, spilling around them and on to the floor. All three danced about in pain as their feet crushed the caltrops, screaming out. Japan knew it was time to act.
He sprang from his hiding place, having somehow squeezed himself on top of a wardrobe, launching himself at the nearest nation: France.
Japan whipped out a hand, dust streaking across Prussia and Spain’s vision. Both cried out in pain, dropping their weapons and writhing to the floor in pain. Japan smirked triumphantly, bringing his attention to France who was below him.
France laughed deep and low in his throat, enjoying himself. He let his hands slide the robe off of Japan’s shoulders, Japan leering at his prey intently. France reciprocated it, licking his lips perversely. “Would you like a taste, mon ami?” he inquired, reaching forward.
Japan only let him have his way for a few minutes, the Frenchman tenderly kissing and groping his way across Japan’s body. Japan could be heard audibly purring deep in his throat, somewhat creeping France out a bit. Then, he attacked.
Japan practically shredded France’s clothes off, every scrap ending up strewn throughout the room. Ropes were produced from thin air to bind France’s hands tightly behind his back, the Frenchman started to complain and struggle.
“What are you doing, mon cherie?” France demanded as Japan started nipping and biting down France’s body, the rugged nation melting into Japan’s machinations. He sighed, experienced enough to hold himself back. Then, the worst truly began.
Japan nipping and kissed wherever his lips had reach, hands squeezing ass and cock, arousing France to the point of an orgasm, but again, he kept the climax capped. Prussia and Spain watched on, eyes burning and completely subdued. They were both in admiration and horror of Japan’s inhuman seductions.
Japan didn’t repeat what he did with China, instead using France’s rather blunt rapier as a lube, running his tongue down the appropriate length. He smirked wickedly at France who watched on, completely unable to do anything.
Then, he lanced it into France’s entrance, the hard nation crying out as loud as possible in his arousal, the weapon probing and mercilessly arousing him. France panted and breathed like a lap dog, face heated uncomfortably and occasionally twisted in pain. He swore loudly in French, all other nations watching on helplessly, especially China.
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Prussia and Spain screamed internally, their eyes still burning from the previous assault. Their limbs, for some reason, wouldn’t even move!
Japan snickered at their helplessness; the powder had been a powerful punch of the strongest ginseng, a muscle relaxant, and red pepper. There was no way they would be escaping any time soon.
An idea hatched in Japan’s mind, a pleasurable little thought that would work rather splendidly.
He quietly bound both nations’ hands with more taut rope, arresting hand movement. The attacks didn’t begin at once like it had with France, but he knew what to lure them with. He shoved them close together, using their own weapons to shear through their clothing, making them tremble. Gilbird even flew away into China’s hands, the paralyzed nation only able to stroke the bird comfortingly with his thumbs as it nestled in his cupped hands. It chirped abruptly, to which Japan silenced with a glare, making the animal shrink back in fear.
Clothes removed completely, Japan found a small jar of China’s lubricant, taking a generous amount on his hand. He massaged up and down the length of Prussia’s manhood, causing an erection to spout from the albino’s self-proclaimed five meters. Prussia cried out girlishly, contradictory to the manly façade he always poured forth. The length well massaged, Japan then pried open Spain’s mouth and wet his fingers with the slack-jawed nation’s own saliva, warm and slick. He forced them up Spain’s entrance, scissoring, probing, blissfully torturing. Spain gasped and screamed, groaning and moaning-distressingly indecisive. Finished, he again wiped his fingers on the floor, cleaning them.
Devilishly smiling, it was now time for the finale. He gripped Prussia’s five meters in a vice and Spain’s lower abdomen in the other. He braced Spain’s body against his kneeling legs, stretching over to Prussia. Like peanut butter and jelly with some added leverage, he rammed their bodies together, Prussia’s five meters plunging into Spain’s entrance. He sandwiched them hard together, alternately nipping at their pale and tanned bodies, respectively.
Both Europeans shrieked in a beautiful cacophony like yowling animals in heat. Japan made Prussia artificially thrust, using his surprising strength as leverage to make it happen, soon completely sheathing Prussia within Spain like a matador getting lanced by a frenzied bull. Their screams rose into a hellish crescendo, pleasing Japan all the more. He forced them to remain in this position for several minutes before shoving Prussia out of Spain, unsheathing him. Japan licked his lips in satisfaction, now pleasurably sated.
All four of Japan’s victims were listless vegetables, having screwing them into oblivion. There was no reaction when Japan placed a kiss on each other lips experimentally, even when he deepened it. Perplexed, Japan merely shrugged and found blankets and casually threw them over each of the three floor-bound nations.
Suddenly, pain seared through his mind. Japan stumbled and groaned, bumping his head on something sharp and painful. He collapsed on the bed, eyes locking with China’s despondent ones before everything went black.
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“Fucking shit that was the most awesome fuck ever!” An albino pounced on a Spainard, the Spanish nation shoving Prussia aside. Austria and Hungary just glared at the idiotic Prussian, Hungary poised to pound Prussia in with a ready frying pan; Germany didn’t look any happier. France stood nearby, all other nations congregated at that month’s UN meeting, Japan today’s center of attention.
“It seems this will improve Japan’s standings, no?” Spain said dryly, folding his arms. A furious South Italy was bickering with his Northern brother, unable to conceal his heartbreak over last week’s fiasco. England was positively enthralled when the Bad Touch Trio had recounted the story with every other nation when their turns came to speak, pooling their speaking times to get the story out. China passionately added this and that little detail after having told his tale in its entirety. Japan looked absolutely miserable even though Turkey and Greece were stoically tolerating the other’s presence in order to protect Japan, menacingly glaring whenever anyone tried to quip in some derogatory comment towards the archipelago.
France sighed and suavely took Japan in his arms. “I didn’t know my little bon bon wanted me so much,” France sighed romantically, Japan freezing up in the awkwardness of the situation. China stormed over to France, seizing Japan for himself and holding him tightly.
“There has to be a good reason for this~aru!” Even though he wouldn’t admit it, that night had been the best copulation China had ever endured. He wouldn’t mind it if his lover was like that more often.
“I’m so sorry, China-nii,” Japan whispered miserably, turning around to bury himself in China’s chest. China held him tightly, stopping even Greece and Turkey with his powerful glares.
Many other nations wanted Japan for themselves after this had happened, but China wouldn’t have it.
“Perhaps little Japan would break under me, da?” Russia suggested, face shrouded in dangerous purple shadow.
“Not before you marry me, brother!” Belarus cried from nowhere. Russia yelped and Belarus gave chase to him all the way out of the UN room.
Greece growled. “I was close to being his first time,” he tried, it coming out rather sleepily. Turkey whacked him in the head.
“Japan clearly said that it was just a dream!” Turkey rebutted. “He was probably right! I’d want it to be a dream too if I was in that situation!” Greece and Turkey chased each other from the meeting room, probably to beat that tar out of each other.
“I bet he was kidnapped and bit by a wolf spider, and somehow given sexy spider powers!” America idiotically suggested. England did an epic facetable, earning laughter from France.
“He’s a ninja, not a spider, you git!” England cried. America and England erupted into a heated debate over spiders and ninjas, neither thing subjects either knew much about.
“I’m sorry, China-nii,” Japan said in a small voice, winding his arms around China’s neck, China doing the same with Japan’s waist.
“Well, that’s something a little meditation and tea can help fix~aru! Let’s get to the bottom of this~aru.” With that, China scooped Japan in his arms and wheeled on a heel out of the room, the pleas of numerous nations following them. Japan was glad to leave, but couldn’t help but wonder how it had happened in the first place.
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