Bad Friends Threeway (3/?)
anonymous
March 12 2011, 16:10:17 UTC
She tutted, blowing cold air on his length teasingly. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you.."
Spain knew that touching himself would result in an even longer wait, so he scored his brain for a small, "Bitte..?"
"Attaboy.." Prussia said gently, taking his hard-on in her mouth, ever so slowly. She could feel that he wanted to jerk forward, be immersed completely in the pleasuring heat of her mouth. But she'd beat the shit out of him; so he stayed stock still, moaning quietly.
France, from what Prussia could tell, was turning on quickly. Though he was French, so it wasn't too difficult for him..
Her tongue expertly navigated the organ, swiveling in and around the tip, sliding up and down the entirety of his length. Prussia knew his sweet spots, - and for the hell of it- began humming his national anthem as she pressed further on Spain's vital regions, deep-throating to immerse him completely.
It took only a minute more of her ministrations to cause him to come, loudly cursing god for all he was worth. She swallowed his salty essence, gagging. "Beer me, Fran.."
As soon as it was in her grasp, she finished off that and another, trying to get the bitter taste from her mouth. "Fucking gross.."
"You don't like how I taste, Gil?" Spain asked, head tilted.
"Not there.." The Prussian said, trailing a line from his navel to chin with her finger. "But I love how you taste here.." She kissed his lips, biting it gently.
The former nation felt something poking her from behind. "May I join in on the fun~?"
The silverette growled, looking at France over her shoulder. "I thought Toni was in the middle this time.."
"It makes me feel better to make you feel good, Gil~" Spain said gently. "Fine.. but Fran, Toni's the only one on front today, since he felt like shit."
Bad Friends Threeway (4/?)
anonymous
March 12 2011, 16:13:05 UTC
France was naked before anyone could think twice.
Spain slid out of his pants, tomato boxers following quickly.
Prussia shed her own shirt, lacy black bra contrasting deeply with the unnaturally natural pale of her skin. Next came her pants, causing her bad friends to giggle as she removed her very last garment; Her childish choice of underwear was just too awesome for them to get.. (Red, with little yellow Gilbird's adorning it.)
France unhooked the Prussians bra, laying kisses across her back. "I rather like this positioning, cheri~" He took her more-then-a-handful sized breasts in each hand, squeezing them lightly.
She gasped lightly, but decided she'd rather mess with Spain. Kissing- passionately simple, quietly loud, synchronized yet individual- was one of the few things Spain could claim to do better than France. His sea breeze aroma is intoxicating, a roasted scent hovering around to make him delectable-
The Prussian squeaked, feeling cold, lubed fingers reach insider her back entrance. A scratchy tingling came with the kisses spread randomly by the Frenchman to qualm her. "Shh..."
Spain was successfully hard again, and it seemed like he wouldn't be pleased with just kissing for much longer. His large, warm hand reached into her underwear, coating itself in her natural lubricant before sticking in two at once.
France had three in by now, scissoring and stretching, making sure her opening would be able to accommodate him.
"F-fuck.."
"Should we stop, Gil?" All movement pauses momentarily.
Prussia draped her arms over Spain's shoulders, unable to resist the kicked-puppy look he'd picked up from who-knew-the-hell-where. "Nah.." She muttered, closing her eyes again. It'd be worse for her to stop now, after already coming this far.
The next few minutes were dense with preparation. Before that bastard Russian stole her, she didn't care whether or not she was prepared- she was even a little masochistic sometimes. But after.. she almost broke down in one session, making it a painful memory to return to, and a warning for her lovers.
"Gil, should we use con-"
"Skip the damn condoms. You know I've been infertile since... since then.." France and Spain quieted, knowing how sore a subject it was for her.
Another part of her staying with Russia was too many attempts at a Stalingrad, making her unable to have children, as most female nations can. (She didn't very much like this man, if you couldn't tell by now..)
Prussia felt the tips of their hardened lengths positioned at her entrances. They sometimes went slowly, one after the other, to ease the pain. They were filled with too much lust today to think; she could sense it. "Tres.."
"Deux.."
"Eins." She finished, relaxing her muscles to lower the pain. The Prussian felt herself fill completely as they shoved in, roughly, at once. They knew she liked- no, preferred, since she fucking hated the feeling; That she preferred it all at once. To feel the double burn, and get it the hell over with.
Re: Bad Friends Threeway (4/?)
anonymous
March 12 2011, 16:14:42 UTC
"Nnn.. agh.. " She had to adjust herself quickly, so that the fucking could start.
"Gil..?" France asked, kissing her neck. "Are we too much today..?"
"We could always one-on-one it.." Spain suggested.
"I'm used to it.. f-fuck me already.." Prussia mumbled, smiling into the Spaniard's chest, as she grabbed at his hindquarters. "Let's see dat ass move.."
This vulnerability. Only to those who'd been inside her, felt the searing heat of her orifices, heard her moans, shared in her pleasure.. or just engaged in sex, whatever the hell one might call it. This vulnerability was known only to them, her very small, unawesomly submissive side showed through. The albino always put her complete trust in her partners- if it was consensual-; that they'd be able to exchange carnal pleasures, one of the few things humans related with to animals, and nations to humans.
France practically purred when their lack of movement made the Prussian thrust down. "Hurry the fuck up, you shits."
"Yes ma'am!" Spain said, enthusiastically thrusting into the former nation.
Her back arched against France, who held tightly her from behind.
"If that is your desire~" France added, doing the same.
This time, her stomach arched towards Spain, who rested against the headboard.
Positionwise, the situation awkward enough.. though this is how they did it the first-first time, the trio'd forgotten how to do it like that.
Gentle mutterings, from romance languages on either side, help her cope with the intrusions.
The nations seemed to enjoy teasing her, alternating thrusts slowly. It helped her finish adjusting, but made her crave more.
Not long after, their desire grew altogether, and they thrusted in unison. The burning had subsided, replaced with a need for movement, for them to hurry the fuck up. She felt them throbbing inside her, trying to be gentle, but wanting to fuck her raw. Slow and steady wouldn't win this damn race.
Bad Friends Threeway (5/?)
anonymous
March 12 2011, 16:16:45 UTC
But she didn't mind; if it was them fucking her, it would be love. Because truly, the three had a bond, one unlike any they had ever seen. And as the Frenchman grasped at her body- tweaking and twisting the most sensitive places up and down her torso- the Spaniard sat back, letting the blonde cause the friction he desired without the effort, elbows supporting the weight of the trio.
Deciding that this stimulation might not be enough for the brunet, Prussia reached around-not lost enough in the pleasure to lose her sense, she warmed the lube (obtaining it to no one's notice) with one hand.
After a particularly deep thrust in her rear, making the Frenchman bury himself balls-deep, the Prussian lurched forward, hooking one finger inside of the former conquistador.
He hadn't been expecting that; the man's eyes widened, teeth gritting. "You may be a little too excited, si?"
Twirling the first around, the Prussian put another in. "It's too fucking tight.. next time, I'm fucking bringing my strap-on."
"But we promised to do the dominatrix for your birthday, oui?" France tucked his head into her shoulder, smiling perversely. "Can it not wait until then..?"
"You still owe me for halloween.." Prussia buried her face in Spain's neck, kissing, sucking, claiming it. Then added another finger, opening the ring of muscles. He may not be the fuckee, but he sure as hell wasn't being the best fucker.
"You can have us for a week, if you can handle it." Spain crooned, tipping the three so that he was the uttermost top. Taking this to her advantage, the silverette explored, until finding another set of muscles. Upon contact, Spain bit his lip, a gurgled moan coming out from him. "You fight dirty.."
"Only when it calls for my awesome skills~" She whispered, pulling him into another kiss. Eating his moans, from hitting, re-hitting those nerves, she felt a throb inside of her. A moan from behind, another throb, and then the Spaniard began moving, picking up his pace.
Bad Friends Threeway (6/6)
anonymous
March 12 2011, 16:18:49 UTC
France, ever hungry for lives sweetest reward, did the same, realizing that this would be over soon.
The movement was well-timed, nearly in unison. Prussia kept her moans low, not wanting to let anyone but France and Spain hear her. The only reason she even let them out was to spur her lovers on, letting them know that yes, this did feel good. Yes, she did want this, more than they could know. And the one thing, the one she didn't want to speak of; it was unspoken, but she still didn't want to fucking say it.
"Ich.." She wasn't a sentimental fool, but she could never not say it.. because it was the truth. I na small, breathy moan, she whispered, "Ich liebe dich.." All of her inner walls clenched against her command, toes curling, holding the , her orgasm coming with haggard, rapid breaths.
Feeling the nations harden, and finally come into her; whispering words of love, promising totems of their feelings, their cum coated her insides, sweat soaked bodies flopping on their sides- so as not to squish either male- their arms wrapped around her, gently.
They pulled out, leaving an empty feeling to rest inside of her entrances. She could feel their warm essence squicking around, trying to leak out. Knowing it'd be easier to clean herself in the morning, she tightened her muscles as best she cold- fuck the sheets, she had to do laundry.
The Prussian buried her face in Spain's chest, not blushing at all. Especially as a warm cover slipped over her, care given so feverantly, knowing she would be sore from their activities. Love applied freely, as she drifted off to sleep, thinking she was so fucking awesome for bagging these two.
Fillernon fails at live, ne? Crappy smut is crappy and alte, but she hopes op enjoyed it anyway.. ;= 7=
Spain knew that touching himself would result in an even longer wait, so he scored his brain for a small, "Bitte..?"
"Attaboy.." Prussia said gently, taking his hard-on in her mouth, ever so slowly. She could feel that he wanted to jerk forward, be immersed completely in the pleasuring heat of her mouth. But she'd beat the shit out of him; so he stayed stock still, moaning quietly.
France, from what Prussia could tell, was turning on quickly. Though he was French, so it wasn't too difficult for him..
Her tongue expertly navigated the organ, swiveling in and around the tip, sliding up and down the entirety of his length. Prussia knew his sweet spots, - and for the hell of it- began humming his national anthem as she pressed further on Spain's vital regions, deep-throating to immerse him completely.
It took only a minute more of her ministrations to cause him to come, loudly cursing god for all he was worth. She swallowed his salty essence, gagging. "Beer me, Fran.."
As soon as it was in her grasp, she finished off that and another, trying to get the bitter taste from her mouth. "Fucking gross.."
"You don't like how I taste, Gil?" Spain asked, head tilted.
"Not there.." The Prussian said, trailing a line from his navel to chin with her finger. "But I love how you taste here.." She kissed his lips, biting it gently.
The former nation felt something poking her from behind. "May I join in on the fun~?"
The silverette growled, looking at France over her shoulder. "I thought Toni was in the middle this time.."
"It makes me feel better to make you feel good, Gil~" Spain said gently.
"Fine.. but Fran, Toni's the only one on front today, since he felt like shit."
"Oui~"
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Spain slid out of his pants, tomato boxers following quickly.
Prussia shed her own shirt, lacy black bra contrasting deeply with the unnaturally natural pale of her skin. Next came her pants, causing her bad friends to giggle as she removed her very last garment; Her childish choice of underwear was just too awesome for them to get.. (Red, with little yellow Gilbird's adorning it.)
France unhooked the Prussians bra, laying kisses across her back. "I rather like this positioning, cheri~" He took her more-then-a-handful sized breasts in each hand, squeezing them lightly.
She gasped lightly, but decided she'd rather mess with Spain. Kissing- passionately simple, quietly loud, synchronized yet individual- was one of the few things Spain could claim to do better than France. His sea breeze aroma is intoxicating, a roasted scent hovering around to make him delectable-
The Prussian squeaked, feeling cold, lubed fingers reach insider her back entrance. A scratchy tingling came with the kisses spread randomly by the Frenchman to qualm her. "Shh..."
Spain was successfully hard again, and it seemed like he wouldn't be pleased with just kissing for much longer. His large, warm hand reached into her underwear, coating itself in her natural lubricant before sticking in two at once.
France had three in by now, scissoring and stretching, making sure her opening would be able to accommodate him.
"F-fuck.."
"Should we stop, Gil?" All movement pauses momentarily.
Prussia draped her arms over Spain's shoulders, unable to resist the kicked-puppy look he'd picked up from who-knew-the-hell-where. "Nah.." She muttered, closing her eyes again. It'd be worse for her to stop now, after already coming this far.
The next few minutes were dense with preparation. Before that bastard Russian stole her, she didn't care whether or not she was prepared- she was even a little masochistic sometimes. But after.. she almost broke down in one session, making it a painful memory to return to, and a warning for her lovers.
"Gil, should we use con-"
"Skip the damn condoms. You know I've been infertile since... since then.." France and Spain quieted, knowing how sore a subject it was for her.
Another part of her staying with Russia was too many attempts at a Stalingrad, making her unable to have children, as most female nations can. (She didn't very much like this man, if you couldn't tell by now..)
Prussia felt the tips of their hardened lengths positioned at her entrances. They sometimes went slowly, one after the other, to ease the pain. They were filled with too much lust today to think; she could sense it.
"Tres.."
"Deux.."
"Eins." She finished, relaxing her muscles to lower the pain. The Prussian felt herself fill completely as they shoved in, roughly, at once. They knew she liked- no, preferred, since she fucking hated the feeling; That she preferred it all at once. To feel the double burn, and get it the hell over with.
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"Gil..?" France asked, kissing her neck. "Are we too much today..?"
"We could always one-on-one it.." Spain suggested.
"I'm used to it.. f-fuck me already.." Prussia mumbled, smiling into the Spaniard's chest, as she grabbed at his hindquarters. "Let's see dat ass move.."
This vulnerability. Only to those who'd been inside her, felt the searing heat of her orifices, heard her moans, shared in her pleasure.. or just engaged in sex, whatever the hell one might call it. This vulnerability was known only to them, her very small, unawesomly submissive side showed through. The albino always put her complete trust in her partners- if it was consensual-; that they'd be able to exchange carnal pleasures, one of the few things humans related with to animals, and nations to humans.
France practically purred when their lack of movement made the Prussian thrust down. "Hurry the fuck up, you shits."
"Yes ma'am!" Spain said, enthusiastically thrusting into the former nation.
Her back arched against France, who held tightly her from behind.
"If that is your desire~" France added, doing the same.
This time, her stomach arched towards Spain, who rested against the headboard.
Positionwise, the situation awkward enough.. though this is how they did it the first-first time, the trio'd forgotten how to do it like that.
Gentle mutterings, from romance languages on either side, help her cope with the intrusions.
The nations seemed to enjoy teasing her, alternating thrusts slowly. It helped her finish adjusting, but made her crave more.
Not long after, their desire grew altogether, and they thrusted in unison. The burning had subsided, replaced with a need for movement, for them to hurry the fuck up. She felt them throbbing inside her, trying to be gentle, but wanting to fuck her raw. Slow and steady wouldn't win this damn race.
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Deciding that this stimulation might not be enough for the brunet, Prussia reached around-not lost enough in the pleasure to lose her sense, she warmed the lube (obtaining it to no one's notice) with one hand.
After a particularly deep thrust in her rear, making the Frenchman bury himself balls-deep, the Prussian lurched forward, hooking one finger inside of the former conquistador.
He hadn't been expecting that; the man's eyes widened, teeth gritting. "You may be a little too excited, si?"
Twirling the first around, the Prussian put another in. "It's too fucking tight.. next time, I'm fucking bringing my strap-on."
"But we promised to do the dominatrix for your birthday, oui?" France tucked his head into her shoulder, smiling perversely. "Can it not wait until then..?"
"You still owe me for halloween.." Prussia buried her face in Spain's neck, kissing, sucking, claiming it. Then added another finger, opening the ring of muscles. He may not be the fuckee, but he sure as hell wasn't being the best fucker.
"You can have us for a week, if you can handle it." Spain crooned, tipping the three so that he was the uttermost top. Taking this to her advantage, the silverette explored, until finding another set of muscles. Upon contact, Spain bit his lip, a gurgled moan coming out from him. "You fight dirty.."
"Only when it calls for my awesome skills~" She whispered, pulling him into another kiss. Eating his moans, from hitting, re-hitting those nerves, she felt a throb inside of her. A moan from behind, another throb, and then the Spaniard began moving, picking up his pace.
Enough of playtime, was it?
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The movement was well-timed, nearly in unison. Prussia kept her moans low, not wanting to let anyone but France and Spain hear her. The only reason she even let them out was to spur her lovers on, letting them know that yes, this did feel good. Yes, she did want this, more than they could know. And the one thing, the one she didn't want to speak of; it was unspoken, but she still didn't want to fucking say it.
"Ich.." She wasn't a sentimental fool, but she could never not say it.. because it was the truth. I na small, breathy moan, she whispered, "Ich liebe dich.." All of her inner walls clenched against her command, toes curling, holding the , her orgasm coming with haggard, rapid breaths.
Feeling the nations harden, and finally come into her; whispering words of love, promising totems of their feelings, their cum coated her insides, sweat soaked bodies flopping on their sides- so as not to squish either male- their arms wrapped around her, gently.
They pulled out, leaving an empty feeling to rest inside of her entrances. She could feel their warm essence squicking around, trying to leak out. Knowing it'd be easier to clean herself in the morning, she tightened her muscles as best she cold- fuck the sheets, she had to do laundry.
The Prussian buried her face in Spain's chest, not blushing at all. Especially as a warm cover slipped over her, care given so feverantly, knowing she would be sore from their activities. Love applied freely, as she drifted off to sleep, thinking she was so fucking awesome for bagging these two.
Fillernon fails at live, ne? Crappy smut is crappy and alte, but she hopes op enjoyed it anyway.. ;= 7=
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