Property [ 1/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:00:54 UTC
TwT This is going to be like a million billion posts, because I just wrote it all start to finish. Omg.
Also I have no beta. So. Um. Yeah.
*****
“Just because I’m forced to live with your crazy ass doesn’t mean I have to do every fucking thing you tell me.” Prussia insisted, her hands balled into fists.
“Ah, but I think it does. You belong to me, now, little Kaliningradskaya oblast.” Russia smiled sweetly, catching the fist Prussia threw at his face. “But that is a mouthful.” He murmured lazily, twisting that delicate arm around and spinning Prussia to pin her wrist against her back. His free hand grabbed the other flailing arm, pulling it up awkwardly until her shoulder was straining so painfully she thought it might be dislocated.
Prussia simply grit her teeth, shaking her head and refusing to let out any pained noises. “No.” she hissed, voice sounding strained when she spoke, “I do not, I just live with you.” A low growl spilled from her lips as Russia pressed her body up against the wall. “West is gonna see you and he’ll make you stop.” Prussia grumbled, though her tone was more hopeful than sure.
“No, I do not think so.” Russia purred, leaning down to drag his surprisingly cold tongue against the shell of her ear, making her jerk in surprise.
“You sick fuck, let me go!” She shoved back against him, “We’re not having a repeat of your god-damned Red Army bullshit in the fucking World Meeting room!” She quickly added on: “Or ever!”
“But I want to.” Russia muttered in a tone that sounded more hurt than anything. Prussia knew better than to believe him and simply shoved back again, only to have him jerk her arms up higher-this time she cried out, rising onto her tiptoes to ease the pressure as best she could.
“But we have to make sure you stay still long enough~!” He spoke happily, shifting to hold her thin wrists in one of his larger hands, the other jerking her jacket down to twist around her arms. He tied the thick fabric in a tight knot around and between her wrists, ensuring she would be unable to pull her arms free, and then spun her around again, smiling brightly. “There! Now you cannot fight so well.”
“I still have my legs.” She spat, bringing her knee up to make a point. But Russia moved faster, his hand pushing down on her thigh before she could connect with his body, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Do not be fighting.” Russia spoke softly, pressing her against the wall with his body again, his groin rubbing insistently against Maria’s stomach.
She shook her head quickly, growling, again and doing her best to ignore the very large and very obvious arousal pressing against her. “As long as I can, I will fight.”
Russia laughed, a soft, light giggle that was entirely inappropriate for the moment and made Prussia growl angrily. “You can’t, though.” He cooed, hands sliding down to her hips, fingers jerking her skirt up around her waist.
Prussia began struggling anew, once again shaking her head, hair flying about with each jerk. “I sure as fuck can and you will never own me.” She snapped, voice rising an octave when Russia’s fingers hooked around her knickers and pulled, sliding the flimsy fabric down over her arse. She pressed her legs together but Russia simply reached down and pried them apart, letting the knickers fall to her knees before he let go, giggling again as they fell down over her calves, only to be stuck on her boots.
Property [ 1b/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:01:46 UTC
She struggled still, eyes flickering to the clock over the door and then back, panic rising to her eyes. “They’ll see.” Prussia whispered, and Russia had to stop and stare; it was the quietest he had ever heard her voice. No matter, he knew full well that they, in fact, would not see, as the Baltics were under strict orders to redirect the other nations to different rooms. But Prussia didn’t have to know that.
“That is too bad.” Russia spoke in a sing-song tone, sliding his gloved fingers up the woman’s inner thigh, enjoying the way she shivered so unwillingly. “Then maybe you should be cooperating, yes?” he asked, pressing his palm against her mons.
“No!” Prussia snapped, jerking against him again, ignoring his fingers probing so gently against her sex, the leather feeling so awkward against her skin. “Fucking stop!” she cried out, shaking her head again and again.
“We will have you knowing who owns you before the day is over, Kaliningradskaya.”
“I’m not a thing to be owned!” she yelled, closing her eyes tightly as Russia pressed a finger into her. Dry. She dropped her head back, smashing it against the wall when he slid his thumb up to rub over her clit, her thighs pressing together tightly in an attempt to stop him.
Russia just smiled, thumb circling the sensitive nub and finger stroking softly against her entrance.
“I don’t want to enjoy anything you do to me.” Prussia cried, jerking when he paused to pinch her clit. “Stop.” She demanded, not the slightest bit of pleading in her voice.
“It is not for you.” Russia purred, continuing his light ministrations. “I do not want to hurt myself.” Prussia’s eyes opened wide, staring up at that innocent expression on Russia’s face.
Sudden rage coursed through her again and she screamed, as loud and as high pitched as she could, making Russia cringe and pull his hand away from her cunt to smash it over her mouth. “I thought you did not want to be seen?”
The albino girl narrowed her eyes, trying to wiggle her head free but finding her head pressed back against the wall. “I will have to find something to gag you, then.” He thought quietly for a moment and then reached back behind her to pluck a glove off of Prussia’s hand, pulling it free despite how she tried to curl her hands into fists to keep it on.
She snapped her mouth shut but Russia forced his fingers between her jaws, prying her mouth open to shove the glove in before pulling her cravat from her neck and securing the makeshift gag into place with it. Russia smiled and nodded, then. “Good enough.” He thought out loud, ignoring the muffled screeches and yelling.
Suddenly he stooped to wrap his arms around her thighs, lifting her up and draping her over his shoulder with another giggle. “But we cannot have much fun against a wall, can we?”
Prussia tried her best to wiggle in protest, but with her arms bound and no voice, she could do little more than kick her legs uselessly, but even that was hindered by the knickers caught on her boots. Russia chuckled and grabbed onto the lingerie, finally pulling it off from her boots and stuffing it into his pocket before he dropped her at the head of the table none too kindly, making Prussia jerk and cringe at the sudden impact. Her legs fell to the sides before she remembered exactly what was happening and pressed her thighs together, again, trying to scoot up onto the table.
Property [ 1c/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:02:17 UTC
She didn’t get far before Russia grabbed her knees, just below the hem of her boots, and pulled her back to the edge, flipping her onto her stomach and situating her with her arse jutting out and the tops of her thighs pressing against the edge of the table.
He jerked the sash from around Prussia’s torso, tearing it at the seam and then ripping it down the middle so he had two long strips of fabric before staring at Prussia for a moment and shrugging, crouching down to tie her knee to one leg of the table. She began thrashing again and he ignored her awkward kicks from her strange angle before grabbing the kicking leg and tying that one to the opposite side.
“Ah, perfect. Now you cannot get away, pet.”
Prussia visibly cringed at being called ‘pet,’ a loud, muffled yell of what was probably a string of curses echoing in the otherwise empty conference hall.
“Do not worry!” Russia said softly, “The fun will start, soon!"
Property [ 2/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:03:09 UTC
Prussia grunted again when Russia pushed her down over the table, and then a hard shudder shook her body as he slid his now-bare hand down to her thigh. Cold. So cold. She had a brief moment of wondering if the rest of his body was like that before she began her muffled yelling again.
She squirmed uselessly on the table, the muscles in her legs twitching and tensing as she tried to pull her legs free, irritated beyond all belief that Russia was so damn strong and those knots would be impossible to weaken with just her wiggling.
Still, when she heard the rustle and drop of fabric she struggled harder. Again she felt those cold fingers sliding up her thighs, and Russia’s giggle and the finger probing against her slit made red flash before her eyes.
“You are a little wet.” He teased, sliding the finger up and down.
Of fucking course she was, he’d been toying with her clit and her body was getting her ready for sex whether she wanted it or not. And she really fucking did not.
He pushed the digit in and wiggled it around, smiling when Prussia tensed; Shit that was cold.
After just a few seconds of teasing, Russia slid his finger out and Prussia felt something much larger and just as cold pressing against her body. She shivered almost violently at the cold, shaking her head shortly against the table, fingers curling into fists-the nails of her ungloved hand digging hard enough into her palm to draw blood.
Hips snapped forward and a loud cry tore from Prussia’s throat, even muffled. The cold seeped through her body, making her squirm and buck in a useless attempt to get him out. Her toes curled in her boots and she closed her eyes tightly, muscles tensing around the invading andohsofuckingfreezing cock.
Russia groaned quietly, shuddering pleasantly in contrast to Prussia’s jerking. Each time she bucked against him he found himself deeper in her body, surrounded by such warmth.
“A-ah… Prussia you are so warm.” He purred, pulling back almost all the way and then thrusting back in, his hands finding Prussia’s hips and gripping tightly.
If she hadn’t been so dead-set on not crying, Prussia knew she would. Not only was Russia so cold, he was big. She tried to stay still, but each thrust pulled painfully at her skin, stretching, stretching so far she was certain something had ripped. Russia had “prepared” her, but nothing could ready her body for his large size and the force of his thrusts. His hands tightened around her hips and pulled her body back to meet each thrust, head falling back as he gave in to the warmth, rutting hard against her.
Prussia let out another pained, muffled sound, her back arching as Russia continued his movements. He was warming up, slowly, but her body felt numb, shivers making her jerk and twitch with each move. And even numb, she could feel his dick becoming engorged, the way his hips jerked harder, erratically, his fingers squeezing her hips even harder until she was genuinely afraid he might actually break something.
Suddenly he stopped moving, cock pressed as far into her as he could manage, and a flood of warm cum filled her until it was spilling out around Ivan. She let out another cry, eyes wide and body squirming, muscles spasming around Russia until he pulled out. He hummed contentedly-amused by the way her body twitched, aroused but not enough to bring her to orgasm-and wiped himself clean on her skirt before tucking his dick away and closing his jacket.
Property [ 2b/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:03:47 UTC
“And that was only round one.” He said happily, reaching up to pull the cravat from around her head.
Prussia immediately spat the glove out, eyes wild and angry, brow furrowed as she stared at him. “Fuck. You. I will never be yours. No matter what you do to me.” She hissed breathily, her body squirming without her permission, cheeks flushed a lovely pink.
“Is not I that will be doing.” Russia giggled, shrugging innocently. “Later, again, when you beg for me.”
Prussia shook her head, not understanding what he meant by it not being him. None-the-less she growled sharply, “Never.”
“Then you are in for a long night.” Russia smiled before picking the glove up again and shoving it back into Prussia’s mouth, securing it back into place.
She growled loudly but stopped promptly when Russia walked out of sight.
She began struggling again, not wanting to be left.
But Prussia heard the door open and close, leaving her in complete silence and only hoping that she would not be found like this.
Property [ 3/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:04:31 UTC
Prussia stayed as quiet as she could. Surely Russia would return and untie her and take her back to his house and continue to torture her in weird ways while she plotted her escape back over the wall.
Right?
She had no idea how long it had been, but her anxiety rose and rose, worried that the other nations would rush in for the meeting while she was still tied up, Russia’s cum dripping obscenely out of her sore body.
And then the door opened.
Prussia twisted her body to try to see if it was Russia, but could not twist quite far enough to see the corridor directly behind her and eventually she gave up, dropping herself back down onto the table carefully, still quiet.
“Yes, yes, really! You can do whatever you want.”
The albino tensed, again. What did Russia just say? And who the fuck was he talking to?
“She is very squirmy and a little messy, but she is very fun.” Russia mused with a little giggle.
“She has been rejecting me for years and years...”
No! Prussia began to writhe again, tugging at her bonds.
“Serves her right, really.” France hummed lowly, and Prussia could hear their boots as they walked across the room towards her. “Oh, you really worked her over, hmm?”
Russia giggled and nodded, a very faint blush rising to his cheeks. “Do not be being too long, yes? There are many nations that want their turn. She has rejected many in her life.”
France nodded, waving his hand absently to dismiss Russia. “Of course. And I’ll be gentle.”
The taller man paused at the door and shook his head, muttering a quick “Ah, do not worry about that.” Before slipping out of the room, closing the door behind himself.
France chuckled lowly, a sound heavy with lust that made Prussia feel as if there were spiders crawling over her skin. And when he approached her, sliding his hands down to grip her arse roughly, she jerked, letting out an irritated grunt.
“It is a shame we do not have more time, together, Prussia. I’ve been waiting for this moment for as long as I have known you.” He shrugged, palming himself through his pants before unfastening them, the sound of a zipper making Prussia tense.
“Don’t worry. Despite what Russia said, I will be gentle.” France murmured, sliding his cockhead between her lips and nudging gently against her entrance. Again, Prussia remained tense, anxious for the first thrust. But true to his word, France entered her slowly, sliding in just the tip of his cock before pulling back. Slowly he pushed back into her, a little more, before pulling back out.
By the time he was halfway in, Prussia was squirming with her growing arousal, biting her tongue hard to hold back any positive noises. Her entire body trembled as France continued working himself in and out slowly, so painfully slowly, that the woman suddenly jerked her body back against him, but he only pulled out all the way, chuckling, again.
Property [ 3b/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:05:02 UTC
“Patience, Prussia. You have made me wait a long time.” He muttered, voice heavy with lust. France continued rocking against her, in, out, in, out… And it drove Prussia mad. She tried, again, to move against him, and he just pushed his hands down on the small of her back, holding her still while he worked, quiet little groans pouring from his lips.
“Ah… Prussia, you are still so soft.” He crooned, finally, finally, burying himself in her all the way. Eyes pinched shut tightly, Prussia let out a low whine, unable to stop the noise; She was so sore, so sensitive, so tender, and Frances’ gentle rocking had gotten her so worked up.
But he pulled back and rocked back into her gently, slowly, his movements deliberate and very controlled, pushing her to the brink of climax and forcing her to teeter there, not enough friction or stimulation to push her over. He grinned to himself as another whine escaped the albino, her body writhing uselessly against him.
He wasn’t as large as Ivan but he was nearly as long, and something could be said for good technique. Prussia could almost convince herself that this was consensual, but for the way he never let her finish. When he felt she was getting too close, he stopped, pulled out and slid the length of his dick over her, careful not to touch her clit or provide her with that delicious friction. When she calmed down he would slide back into her body and continue at that agonizingly slow pace until he finally came, adding his load to Russia’s already in her body, making her cry out in irritation and frustration.
France remained in her body until he softened and slid out, digging around in his pockets for tissue to clean himself up. He reached up and patted the back of her head gently, condescendingly, and then gave her arse a gentle pinch, making her jump.
“You made me wait. I think it is only fair I make you wait.” He laughed lightly before turning and exiting the room, humming pleasantly to himself as he went.
Property [ 4/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:05:29 UTC
Prussia breathed heavily, her entire body trembling as she made some attempt to rut against the table.
No luck; Not the way Russia had her tied down. She wondered how long she would have to wait for the next nation to join her, but it wasn’t long before the door opened again and she heard somebody enter the room.
Green eyes went wide as he stared at Prussia, tied down and shuddering as if she were freezing.
“Prussia?” he called out to her and she immediately twisted to stare at him, her expression almost relieved.
Spain.
He grinned sheepishly and moved closer, eyes drifting down to her thighs and then back up to her face. “France told me to come.” He muttered quietly. “I’ve missed you.”
Prussia narrowed her brows, body wiggling against her will. She was torn between trying to beg Spain to fuck her until she came, or trying to figure out a way to get free.
It didn’t matter, because Spain had moved to place a kiss on the top of her head, reaching to caress her cheek gently. “He told me you were waiting for me.” Spain hummed, not noticing the hint of anger that flashed through her eyes.
It didn’t take long for Spain to remove his pants and drop his boxers, revealing his already erect cock. “Remember when we used to be so close?” he asked wistfully, shifting to position himself at her entrance. “When you said you loved me.” He gripped her hips gently and pulled her back, pushing his own hips forward to meet her.
A long, drawn out moan sounded from Prussia and Spain smiled, pulling back to rock back into her body at a quick pace.
So familiar.
She rocked her body against his as best she could, embarrassed, but so turned on that she didn’t have the sense to struggle. She just wanted to come.
Spain was gentle, loving. They shared a past romance that made him feel so right. Prussia hated the noises each thrust caused, the way semen seeped from her cunt with each move of Spain’s hips, and it brought a deep blush to her cheeks. However, it did nothing to quell her arousal, and she came hard, her entire body trembling and shivering as Spain continued to thrust into her.
He rode her orgasm, rocking against her and angling his hips to brush his dick against her g-spot, stimulating her to an almost immediate second orgasm. No fair. Spain knew exactly where to touch her, exactly how to move to get her off. She cried out, white flashing before her eyes when that second wave crashed over her, her body jerking violently as he continued.
She was thankful, though, that he adjusted his thrusts, no longer over-stimulating her but just using her body to get himself off while she trembled, breathing hard through her nose. Still, each plunge made her cringe, her oversensitive body being pushed to its limits. Even though Spain fit so right, it still grew to a pleasure that was painful, and she was more than thankful when he buried himself into her body, groaned her name, and released a heavy load of come inside her, making her feel more full than she could ever remember feeling.
He pulled out of her with a wet, sticky sound. Prussia heard the shuffling of clothing and then felt another kiss to the top of her head. She wanted to call out to Spain, but the gag left her unable, and he turned and left quietly.
Property [ 5/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:06:04 UTC
Prussia jerked awake when she felt a hand on her rear. When had she fallen asleep? She rolled her head to the side, already too worn out to care to try to look to see who was behind her, Spain had left her feeling as satisfied as this situation was going to allow, and she was still too sensitive to want any more. Not that she wanted any of it to begin with.
“Good, you’re awake.” The person behind her muttered, making Prussia twitch. “You’re quite messy, but… I suppose that’s all right. It’s not as if this is an entirely new situation for us nations, now is it?” he asked, tone rather smug. “I wonder if it’s even worth it to fuck you. You’re probably stretched and quite sloppy.”
Prussia twitched again, turning to press her forehead against the table, suddenly wishing Russia had put earmuffs on her as well.
“Still… You are rather attractive. And it would be a nice form of… Revenge, I suppose you could say, for the things you and your brother did to my country.”
England hummed thoughtfully, sliding a gloved hand down to Prussia’s entrance and pushing in two fingers, wiggling them around while the girl squirmed. He arched a rather large brow and curled those digits, pulling out a bit of semen and then chuckling lowly. “At least you can still feel.” He considered.
He pulled off the glove and wasted no time, then, unbuckling and dropping his pants to fist his half-hard cock to full arousal.
England gave no warning before slamming his hips forward against her, burying his entire length into her sensitive body in one, quick thrust.
Prussia cried out, back arching slightly as he pulled back and thrust in again. She was thankful nothing was tearing but… But… He moved quickly, one hand flat against her back, the other squeezing her arse tightly; Prussia tensed, body tightening around England’s cock as he pushed his nails into her skin.
England groaned, thrusting roughly into her, enjoying the way she tightened.
“Ah… So… You’re not a loose twat.” He hummed between little groans, smirking at the way she squirmed, half-struggling to get away but with nowhere to go.
She was going to go crazy and it didn’t seem England would be stopping any time soon.
Prussia cried out through the gag each time he thrust particularly hard into her, tears beading at the corners of her eyes from the building pleasure she had no control over, but she refused to let them fall.
So full and hot. She stared hazily at the wall, jerking when she felt England’s cock twitch inside of her, he was close, she knew, but he stopped. Fucker.
He let himself calm down before he picked up, again, sliding a hand down to stroke a finger against her clit, making her jump and tighten around him again. Deciding he rather enjoyed that, England pinched her clit, making Prussia push hard against him, crying out desperately as she came for the third time.
It pushed England over the edge and he burst, adding his load to the already full Prussian. She squirmed pathetically, tightening her body in an attempt to lose some of it, to not be so damn full, but she was too raw and too tired.
“Not bad.” England breathed, reaching up to ruffle her already mussed hair. “But you’ll definitely need to tighten that cunt.”
Prussia glared at him as best she could, though gagged with her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over from pleasure, it was far from threatening.
Property [ 6/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:06:48 UTC
“Hej!” a voice called from the door, making England look up, frowning slightly. “Are you done? I wanna crack at her, too!”
England shrugged, and Prussia could hear his boots as they crossed the floor. “Whatever. I’m quite finished with her. She’s a mess. And you might need to do something to keep her awake.” He suggested before exiting, leaving Denmark in his place.
“Been a while, huh!” He spoke, mostly to himself. A silly grin cracked over his face as he crossed the room towards her, hands clasped behind his head. “Imagine hearing Russia was letting you were being fucked silly by whoever wanted!”
He laughed and dropped his arms to his sides. “But you really are looking full. And you look pretty well done.” Prussia nodded, opening her eyes to look at Denmark who had bent down to stare at her face, still grinning.
“But I’m still mad, y’know. About what went down with Schleswig-Holstein.”
Prussia blinked those pretty violet-red eyes and Denmark laughed again, righting himself. “I guess it’s about time I got you back for that. And I think get your brother back at the same time!”
She shook her head, closing her eyes tight.
Denmark removed his clothes quickly, but he didn’t immediately touch her, making the girl open her eyes and peer over her shoulder curiously.
Denmark was staring at her, contemplating. The look made Prussia narrow her eyes before she dropped back down onto the table, groaning. After that the wait wasn’t long. And she felt Denmark nudge fingers against her already abused opening, squirming as he began to slide three in.
He thrust his fingers in and out a few times before pulling them out, confusing her even more. But when she felt a finger nudge between her arse, pushing into the puckered hole back there, she began to thrash as best she could-which was not very. Any movement only pushed her back onto his finger, and so she settled for laying still, muscles tightening in an attempt to keep him out.
Denmark rolled his eyes and laughed, nudging a second fingertip into her. “You can relax and make it easier, or stay tense and I tear you apart. Doesn’t matter to me!” he announced happily, and Prussia believed him. She tried her damnedest to relax, but the feeling of fingers in her arse was foreign to her, and when Denmark added a third she couldn’t help but whimper. He wasn’t stretching her so much as just forcing his fingers into her body. But when he had all three buried inside, he began to wiggle them about, spreading them so that he wouldn’t hurt himself when he fucked her.
When he was satisfied, he slipped his fingers out of her and nudged his dick against her slit, pushing into her slowly.
Big, big, big! She whimpered as he slid completely into her body, stretching her nearly as much as Ivan had, rubbing against her raw insides.
Property [ 6b/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:07:20 UTC
And then he pulled out completely after the one thrust and pressed his cockhead against her rear. She cried out in distress, unable to do anything to get away but really not wanting that large cock to be there.
He pushed evenly, pausing when the head of his dick pushed past the ring of muscle, a choked laugh spilling from his lips.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He laughed, pushing into her slowly; delighted by the way she thrashed against him, ultimately just pushing herself further onto his length. Another pained cry escaped the Prussian and she tried, again, to relax, letting Denmark slide his cock fully into her arse, her body twitching and tightening around him, pulling more moans from the man.
She felt something tear when Denmark pulled back and slammed back in, and cried out loudly, the muscles in her thighs protesting against her straining, nails reopening the wounds on her palm.
Denmark grinned to himself, swallowing his sounds of pleasure to better hear each of Prussia’s noises, his body thrusting hard into her, rocking her against the table and making her shake almost violently. She whimpered lowly, it was nearly as painful as being fucked properly, Denmark was so big, he filled her up and stretched her in a way she never thought possible. And already stuffed with come… Oh…
Prussia shook her head as he continued, lightheaded and woozy from the pain and… Her thoughts trailed off when Denmark reached down to stuff those three fingers back into her cunt. Her legs tensed, as he curled his fingers and rubbed, searching for that little nub that would bring her what would likely be painful amounts of pleasure. All the while he continued thrusting, slamming his hips hard against her arse, pushing her thighs against the table.
Suddenly she cried out, this time it was less pained and more pleased, and Denmark continued rubbing that sensitive little bundle of nerves, smirking when she cried out again, her arse tightening around him almost painfully. He pulled out all the way and then slammed back in with a low growl, fingers pushing roughly inside her.
Prussia wanted to scream, she was so full, so thoroughly used, so entirely exhausted, and she was about to come again. With a dick up her arse, no less. Those tears finally rolled down her cheeks when Denmark pushed her to her fourth orgasm, her entire body tensing and shuddering as the pleasure became painful, too much, too much.
But Denmark just continued to stimulate that little spot, until a fifth orgasm crashed over her and everything went black.
Property [ 7/7 ]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:10:36 UTC
When she woke, Russia was stooped down to be face-level and her gag had been removed. She was still tied to the table, and she could feel semen spilling out of her sore arse and sliding down her legs. She stared at him through what appeared to be a haze, her tongue dry and feeling awkward In her mouth.
“Little slut, how are you feeling?” Russia asked, smiling sweetly, again.
“Fucked.” She grunted, voice hoarse and throat dry. “And I’m not a slut, you freak.”
“Ah, good!” Russia started, ignoring her denial and the insult. “Are you ready for the next one?” he asked, eyes wide. “But I thought I would have that cute ass first. Now that Denmark has stretched you out a bit, I think I should fit.”
Prussia’s eyes went wide and she shook her head quickly, a low whimper pouring from her lips. “No. Please, no. I can’t… No more.”
Russia arched a brow and pouted, “But it has been only five men, Kaliningradskaya. I thought for certain you would be able to take more. There are others waiting, you know.”
The albino shook her head again, moisture gathering in her eyes once more. “Please, don’t… I’m so sore…”
Russia laughed shortly and shrugged, seeming to think about it. “Tell me then, who do you belong to?”
Prussia frowned, shaking her head, “Nobody, you piece of shit.”
“Really?” the large man asked, tilting his head to one side. “But did I not tie you down and give you to the other nations?”
“Doesn’t mean you own me. Nobody owns me. And not even fucking me senseless will make me say that you do.” She snapped.
“Hmm. Then I suppose we have the rest of the night to, ah, how you said, fuck you senseless!”
*****
THE END.
No seriously. The end. Depending on the sort of feedback I get, I might write a sequel.
But when I started writing this I was intent on writing it start to finish ( because I have a bad habit of not finishing fics if I step away from them at all ). So I did! I stopped myself before I got too carried away, though, because I'd been writing for, like, five hours straight or something.
Oh, and if you DO end up wanting more, please also tell me what other nations you want to jump this Prussia train, haha. <3;
This is everything I could have asked for from this prompt, my goodness... I feeel bad for Prussia but... *fans self* And the anal was a surprise, but not an unpleasant one, I have a secret kink for fem!anal >.> And your writing style is perfect, you keep everyone as relatively IC as you can with a prompt of this nature and it is just, plain, hot.
I personally would love a sequel, if you have the time to. Other nations to suggest... urm... Austria, Mangary (if you wanna switch up Hungary's gender, though not sure if Russia would legit let him since he's be a soviet captive too, your choice of course!), Boylarus, America, Australia, other Nordics... dfhuk XD;; I'll shut up now.
It always makes me happy to see comments on my writing style and characters being IC. ( Which, omg, so difficult for this particular prompt. xD )
I'll make a note of your suggestions and keep them in mind! I will likely do a sequel, but it will probably be a while, as I'll want to sit and write it from start-to-finish, again!
Also I have no beta. So. Um. Yeah.
*****
“Just because I’m forced to live with your crazy ass doesn’t mean I have to do every fucking thing you tell me.” Prussia insisted, her hands balled into fists.
“Ah, but I think it does. You belong to me, now, little Kaliningradskaya oblast.” Russia smiled sweetly, catching the fist Prussia threw at his face. “But that is a mouthful.” He murmured lazily, twisting that delicate arm around and spinning Prussia to pin her wrist against her back. His free hand grabbed the other flailing arm, pulling it up awkwardly until her shoulder was straining so painfully she thought it might be dislocated.
Prussia simply grit her teeth, shaking her head and refusing to let out any pained noises. “No.” she hissed, voice sounding strained when she spoke, “I do not, I just live with you.” A low growl spilled from her lips as Russia pressed her body up against the wall. “West is gonna see you and he’ll make you stop.” Prussia grumbled, though her tone was more hopeful than sure.
“No, I do not think so.” Russia purred, leaning down to drag his surprisingly cold tongue against the shell of her ear, making her jerk in surprise.
“You sick fuck, let me go!” She shoved back against him, “We’re not having a repeat of your god-damned Red Army bullshit in the fucking World Meeting room!” She quickly added on: “Or ever!”
“But I want to.” Russia muttered in a tone that sounded more hurt than anything. Prussia knew better than to believe him and simply shoved back again, only to have him jerk her arms up higher-this time she cried out, rising onto her tiptoes to ease the pressure as best she could.
“But we have to make sure you stay still long enough~!” He spoke happily, shifting to hold her thin wrists in one of his larger hands, the other jerking her jacket down to twist around her arms. He tied the thick fabric in a tight knot around and between her wrists, ensuring she would be unable to pull her arms free, and then spun her around again, smiling brightly. “There! Now you cannot fight so well.”
“I still have my legs.” She spat, bringing her knee up to make a point. But Russia moved faster, his hand pushing down on her thigh before she could connect with his body, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Do not be fighting.” Russia spoke softly, pressing her against the wall with his body again, his groin rubbing insistently against Maria’s stomach.
She shook her head quickly, growling, again and doing her best to ignore the very large and very obvious arousal pressing against her. “As long as I can, I will fight.”
Russia laughed, a soft, light giggle that was entirely inappropriate for the moment and made Prussia growl angrily. “You can’t, though.” He cooed, hands sliding down to her hips, fingers jerking her skirt up around her waist.
Prussia began struggling anew, once again shaking her head, hair flying about with each jerk. “I sure as fuck can and you will never own me.” She snapped, voice rising an octave when Russia’s fingers hooked around her knickers and pulled, sliding the flimsy fabric down over her arse. She pressed her legs together but Russia simply reached down and pried them apart, letting the knickers fall to her knees before he let go, giggling again as they fell down over her calves, only to be stuck on her boots.
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“That is too bad.” Russia spoke in a sing-song tone, sliding his gloved fingers up the woman’s inner thigh, enjoying the way she shivered so unwillingly. “Then maybe you should be cooperating, yes?” he asked, pressing his palm against her mons.
“No!” Prussia snapped, jerking against him again, ignoring his fingers probing so gently against her sex, the leather feeling so awkward against her skin. “Fucking stop!” she cried out, shaking her head again and again.
“We will have you knowing who owns you before the day is over, Kaliningradskaya.”
“I’m not a thing to be owned!” she yelled, closing her eyes tightly as Russia pressed a finger into her. Dry. She dropped her head back, smashing it against the wall when he slid his thumb up to rub over her clit, her thighs pressing together tightly in an attempt to stop him.
Russia just smiled, thumb circling the sensitive nub and finger stroking softly against her entrance.
“I don’t want to enjoy anything you do to me.” Prussia cried, jerking when he paused to pinch her clit. “Stop.” She demanded, not the slightest bit of pleading in her voice.
“It is not for you.” Russia purred, continuing his light ministrations. “I do not want to hurt myself.” Prussia’s eyes opened wide, staring up at that innocent expression on Russia’s face.
Sudden rage coursed through her again and she screamed, as loud and as high pitched as she could, making Russia cringe and pull his hand away from her cunt to smash it over her mouth. “I thought you did not want to be seen?”
The albino girl narrowed her eyes, trying to wiggle her head free but finding her head pressed back against the wall. “I will have to find something to gag you, then.” He thought quietly for a moment and then reached back behind her to pluck a glove off of Prussia’s hand, pulling it free despite how she tried to curl her hands into fists to keep it on.
She snapped her mouth shut but Russia forced his fingers between her jaws, prying her mouth open to shove the glove in before pulling her cravat from her neck and securing the makeshift gag into place with it. Russia smiled and nodded, then. “Good enough.” He thought out loud, ignoring the muffled screeches and yelling.
Suddenly he stooped to wrap his arms around her thighs, lifting her up and draping her over his shoulder with another giggle. “But we cannot have much fun against a wall, can we?”
Prussia tried her best to wiggle in protest, but with her arms bound and no voice, she could do little more than kick her legs uselessly, but even that was hindered by the knickers caught on her boots. Russia chuckled and grabbed onto the lingerie, finally pulling it off from her boots and stuffing it into his pocket before he dropped her at the head of the table none too kindly, making Prussia jerk and cringe at the sudden impact. Her legs fell to the sides before she remembered exactly what was happening and pressed her thighs together, again, trying to scoot up onto the table.
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He jerked the sash from around Prussia’s torso, tearing it at the seam and then ripping it down the middle so he had two long strips of fabric before staring at Prussia for a moment and shrugging, crouching down to tie her knee to one leg of the table. She began thrashing again and he ignored her awkward kicks from her strange angle before grabbing the kicking leg and tying that one to the opposite side.
“Ah, perfect. Now you cannot get away, pet.”
Prussia visibly cringed at being called ‘pet,’ a loud, muffled yell of what was probably a string of curses echoing in the otherwise empty conference hall.
“Do not worry!” Russia said softly, “The fun will start, soon!"
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She squirmed uselessly on the table, the muscles in her legs twitching and tensing as she tried to pull her legs free, irritated beyond all belief that Russia was so damn strong and those knots would be impossible to weaken with just her wiggling.
Still, when she heard the rustle and drop of fabric she struggled harder. Again she felt those cold fingers sliding up her thighs, and Russia’s giggle and the finger probing against her slit made red flash before her eyes.
“You are a little wet.” He teased, sliding the finger up and down.
Of fucking course she was, he’d been toying with her clit and her body was getting her ready for sex whether she wanted it or not. And she really fucking did not.
He pushed the digit in and wiggled it around, smiling when Prussia tensed; Shit that was cold.
After just a few seconds of teasing, Russia slid his finger out and Prussia felt something much larger and just as cold pressing against her body. She shivered almost violently at the cold, shaking her head shortly against the table, fingers curling into fists-the nails of her ungloved hand digging hard enough into her palm to draw blood.
Hips snapped forward and a loud cry tore from Prussia’s throat, even muffled. The cold seeped through her body, making her squirm and buck in a useless attempt to get him out. Her toes curled in her boots and she closed her eyes tightly, muscles tensing around the invading andohsofuckingfreezing cock.
Russia groaned quietly, shuddering pleasantly in contrast to Prussia’s jerking. Each time she bucked against him he found himself deeper in her body, surrounded by such warmth.
“A-ah… Prussia you are so warm.” He purred, pulling back almost all the way and then thrusting back in, his hands finding Prussia’s hips and gripping tightly.
If she hadn’t been so dead-set on not crying, Prussia knew she would. Not only was Russia so cold, he was big. She tried to stay still, but each thrust pulled painfully at her skin, stretching, stretching so far she was certain something had ripped. Russia had “prepared” her, but nothing could ready her body for his large size and the force of his thrusts. His hands tightened around her hips and pulled her body back to meet each thrust, head falling back as he gave in to the warmth, rutting hard against her.
Prussia let out another pained, muffled sound, her back arching as Russia continued his movements. He was warming up, slowly, but her body felt numb, shivers making her jerk and twitch with each move. And even numb, she could feel his dick becoming engorged, the way his hips jerked harder, erratically, his fingers squeezing her hips even harder until she was genuinely afraid he might actually break something.
Suddenly he stopped moving, cock pressed as far into her as he could manage, and a flood of warm cum filled her until it was spilling out around Ivan. She let out another cry, eyes wide and body squirming, muscles spasming around Russia until he pulled out. He hummed contentedly-amused by the way her body twitched, aroused but not enough to bring her to orgasm-and wiped himself clean on her skirt before tucking his dick away and closing his jacket.
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Prussia immediately spat the glove out, eyes wild and angry, brow furrowed as she stared at him. “Fuck. You. I will never be yours. No matter what you do to me.” She hissed breathily, her body squirming without her permission, cheeks flushed a lovely pink.
“Is not I that will be doing.” Russia giggled, shrugging innocently. “Later, again, when you beg for me.”
Prussia shook her head, not understanding what he meant by it not being him. None-the-less she growled sharply, “Never.”
“Then you are in for a long night.” Russia smiled before picking the glove up again and shoving it back into Prussia’s mouth, securing it back into place.
She growled loudly but stopped promptly when Russia walked out of sight.
She began struggling again, not wanting to be left.
But Prussia heard the door open and close, leaving her in complete silence and only hoping that she would not be found like this.
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Right?
She had no idea how long it had been, but her anxiety rose and rose, worried that the other nations would rush in for the meeting while she was still tied up, Russia’s cum dripping obscenely out of her sore body.
And then the door opened.
Prussia twisted her body to try to see if it was Russia, but could not twist quite far enough to see the corridor directly behind her and eventually she gave up, dropping herself back down onto the table carefully, still quiet.
“Yes, yes, really! You can do whatever you want.”
The albino tensed, again. What did Russia just say? And who the fuck was he talking to?
“She is very squirmy and a little messy, but she is very fun.” Russia mused with a little giggle.
“She has been rejecting me for years and years...”
No! Prussia began to writhe again, tugging at her bonds.
“Serves her right, really.” France hummed lowly, and Prussia could hear their boots as they walked across the room towards her. “Oh, you really worked her over, hmm?”
Russia giggled and nodded, a very faint blush rising to his cheeks. “Do not be being too long, yes? There are many nations that want their turn. She has rejected many in her life.”
France nodded, waving his hand absently to dismiss Russia. “Of course. And I’ll be gentle.”
The taller man paused at the door and shook his head, muttering a quick “Ah, do not worry about that.” Before slipping out of the room, closing the door behind himself.
France chuckled lowly, a sound heavy with lust that made Prussia feel as if there were spiders crawling over her skin. And when he approached her, sliding his hands down to grip her arse roughly, she jerked, letting out an irritated grunt.
“It is a shame we do not have more time, together, Prussia. I’ve been waiting for this moment for as long as I have known you.” He shrugged, palming himself through his pants before unfastening them, the sound of a zipper making Prussia tense.
“Don’t worry. Despite what Russia said, I will be gentle.” France murmured, sliding his cockhead between her lips and nudging gently against her entrance. Again, Prussia remained tense, anxious for the first thrust. But true to his word, France entered her slowly, sliding in just the tip of his cock before pulling back. Slowly he pushed back into her, a little more, before pulling back out.
By the time he was halfway in, Prussia was squirming with her growing arousal, biting her tongue hard to hold back any positive noises. Her entire body trembled as France continued working himself in and out slowly, so painfully slowly, that the woman suddenly jerked her body back against him, but he only pulled out all the way, chuckling, again.
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“Ah… Prussia, you are still so soft.” He crooned, finally, finally, burying himself in her all the way. Eyes pinched shut tightly, Prussia let out a low whine, unable to stop the noise; She was so sore, so sensitive, so tender, and Frances’ gentle rocking had gotten her so worked up.
But he pulled back and rocked back into her gently, slowly, his movements deliberate and very controlled, pushing her to the brink of climax and forcing her to teeter there, not enough friction or stimulation to push her over. He grinned to himself as another whine escaped the albino, her body writhing uselessly against him.
He wasn’t as large as Ivan but he was nearly as long, and something could be said for good technique. Prussia could almost convince herself that this was consensual, but for the way he never let her finish. When he felt she was getting too close, he stopped, pulled out and slid the length of his dick over her, careful not to touch her clit or provide her with that delicious friction. When she calmed down he would slide back into her body and continue at that agonizingly slow pace until he finally came, adding his load to Russia’s already in her body, making her cry out in irritation and frustration.
France remained in her body until he softened and slid out, digging around in his pockets for tissue to clean himself up. He reached up and patted the back of her head gently, condescendingly, and then gave her arse a gentle pinch, making her jump.
“You made me wait. I think it is only fair I make you wait.” He laughed lightly before turning and exiting the room, humming pleasantly to himself as he went.
Fuck.
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No luck; Not the way Russia had her tied down. She wondered how long she would have to wait for the next nation to join her, but it wasn’t long before the door opened again and she heard somebody enter the room.
Green eyes went wide as he stared at Prussia, tied down and shuddering as if she were freezing.
“Prussia?” he called out to her and she immediately twisted to stare at him, her expression almost relieved.
Spain.
He grinned sheepishly and moved closer, eyes drifting down to her thighs and then back up to her face. “France told me to come.” He muttered quietly. “I’ve missed you.”
Prussia narrowed her brows, body wiggling against her will. She was torn between trying to beg Spain to fuck her until she came, or trying to figure out a way to get free.
It didn’t matter, because Spain had moved to place a kiss on the top of her head, reaching to caress her cheek gently. “He told me you were waiting for me.” Spain hummed, not noticing the hint of anger that flashed through her eyes.
It didn’t take long for Spain to remove his pants and drop his boxers, revealing his already erect cock. “Remember when we used to be so close?” he asked wistfully, shifting to position himself at her entrance. “When you said you loved me.” He gripped her hips gently and pulled her back, pushing his own hips forward to meet her.
A long, drawn out moan sounded from Prussia and Spain smiled, pulling back to rock back into her body at a quick pace.
So familiar.
She rocked her body against his as best she could, embarrassed, but so turned on that she didn’t have the sense to struggle. She just wanted to come.
Spain was gentle, loving. They shared a past romance that made him feel so right. Prussia hated the noises each thrust caused, the way semen seeped from her cunt with each move of Spain’s hips, and it brought a deep blush to her cheeks. However, it did nothing to quell her arousal, and she came hard, her entire body trembling and shivering as Spain continued to thrust into her.
He rode her orgasm, rocking against her and angling his hips to brush his dick against her g-spot, stimulating her to an almost immediate second orgasm. No fair. Spain knew exactly where to touch her, exactly how to move to get her off. She cried out, white flashing before her eyes when that second wave crashed over her, her body jerking violently as he continued.
She was thankful, though, that he adjusted his thrusts, no longer over-stimulating her but just using her body to get himself off while she trembled, breathing hard through her nose. Still, each plunge made her cringe, her oversensitive body being pushed to its limits. Even though Spain fit so right, it still grew to a pleasure that was painful, and she was more than thankful when he buried himself into her body, groaned her name, and released a heavy load of come inside her, making her feel more full than she could ever remember feeling.
He pulled out of her with a wet, sticky sound. Prussia heard the shuffling of clothing and then felt another kiss to the top of her head. She wanted to call out to Spain, but the gag left her unable, and he turned and left quietly.
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“Good, you’re awake.” The person behind her muttered, making Prussia twitch. “You’re quite messy, but… I suppose that’s all right. It’s not as if this is an entirely new situation for us nations, now is it?” he asked, tone rather smug. “I wonder if it’s even worth it to fuck you. You’re probably stretched and quite sloppy.”
Prussia twitched again, turning to press her forehead against the table, suddenly wishing Russia had put earmuffs on her as well.
“Still… You are rather attractive. And it would be a nice form of… Revenge, I suppose you could say, for the things you and your brother did to my country.”
England hummed thoughtfully, sliding a gloved hand down to Prussia’s entrance and pushing in two fingers, wiggling them around while the girl squirmed. He arched a rather large brow and curled those digits, pulling out a bit of semen and then chuckling lowly. “At least you can still feel.” He considered.
He pulled off the glove and wasted no time, then, unbuckling and dropping his pants to fist his half-hard cock to full arousal.
England gave no warning before slamming his hips forward against her, burying his entire length into her sensitive body in one, quick thrust.
Prussia cried out, back arching slightly as he pulled back and thrust in again. She was thankful nothing was tearing but… But… He moved quickly, one hand flat against her back, the other squeezing her arse tightly; Prussia tensed, body tightening around England’s cock as he pushed his nails into her skin.
England groaned, thrusting roughly into her, enjoying the way she tightened.
“Ah… So… You’re not a loose twat.” He hummed between little groans, smirking at the way she squirmed, half-struggling to get away but with nowhere to go.
She was going to go crazy and it didn’t seem England would be stopping any time soon.
Prussia cried out through the gag each time he thrust particularly hard into her, tears beading at the corners of her eyes from the building pleasure she had no control over, but she refused to let them fall.
So full and hot. She stared hazily at the wall, jerking when she felt England’s cock twitch inside of her, he was close, she knew, but he stopped. Fucker.
He let himself calm down before he picked up, again, sliding a hand down to stroke a finger against her clit, making her jump and tighten around him again. Deciding he rather enjoyed that, England pinched her clit, making Prussia push hard against him, crying out desperately as she came for the third time.
It pushed England over the edge and he burst, adding his load to the already full Prussian. She squirmed pathetically, tightening her body in an attempt to lose some of it, to not be so damn full, but she was too raw and too tired.
“Not bad.” England breathed, reaching up to ruffle her already mussed hair. “But you’ll definitely need to tighten that cunt.”
Prussia glared at him as best she could, though gagged with her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over from pleasure, it was far from threatening.
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England shrugged, and Prussia could hear his boots as they crossed the floor. “Whatever. I’m quite finished with her. She’s a mess. And you might need to do something to keep her awake.” He suggested before exiting, leaving Denmark in his place.
“Been a while, huh!” He spoke, mostly to himself. A silly grin cracked over his face as he crossed the room towards her, hands clasped behind his head. “Imagine hearing Russia was letting you were being fucked silly by whoever wanted!”
He laughed and dropped his arms to his sides. “But you really are looking full. And you look pretty well done.” Prussia nodded, opening her eyes to look at Denmark who had bent down to stare at her face, still grinning.
“But I’m still mad, y’know. About what went down with Schleswig-Holstein.”
Prussia blinked those pretty violet-red eyes and Denmark laughed again, righting himself. “I guess it’s about time I got you back for that. And I think get your brother back at the same time!”
She shook her head, closing her eyes tight.
Denmark removed his clothes quickly, but he didn’t immediately touch her, making the girl open her eyes and peer over her shoulder curiously.
Denmark was staring at her, contemplating. The look made Prussia narrow her eyes before she dropped back down onto the table, groaning. After that the wait wasn’t long. And she felt Denmark nudge fingers against her already abused opening, squirming as he began to slide three in.
He thrust his fingers in and out a few times before pulling them out, confusing her even more. But when she felt a finger nudge between her arse, pushing into the puckered hole back there, she began to thrash as best she could-which was not very. Any movement only pushed her back onto his finger, and so she settled for laying still, muscles tightening in an attempt to keep him out.
Denmark rolled his eyes and laughed, nudging a second fingertip into her. “You can relax and make it easier, or stay tense and I tear you apart. Doesn’t matter to me!” he announced happily, and Prussia believed him. She tried her damnedest to relax, but the feeling of fingers in her arse was foreign to her, and when Denmark added a third she couldn’t help but whimper. He wasn’t stretching her so much as just forcing his fingers into her body. But when he had all three buried inside, he began to wiggle them about, spreading them so that he wouldn’t hurt himself when he fucked her.
When he was satisfied, he slipped his fingers out of her and nudged his dick against her slit, pushing into her slowly.
Big, big, big! She whimpered as he slid completely into her body, stretching her nearly as much as Ivan had, rubbing against her raw insides.
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He pushed evenly, pausing when the head of his dick pushed past the ring of muscle, a choked laugh spilling from his lips.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He laughed, pushing into her slowly; delighted by the way she thrashed against him, ultimately just pushing herself further onto his length. Another pained cry escaped the Prussian and she tried, again, to relax, letting Denmark slide his cock fully into her arse, her body twitching and tightening around him, pulling more moans from the man.
She felt something tear when Denmark pulled back and slammed back in, and cried out loudly, the muscles in her thighs protesting against her straining, nails reopening the wounds on her palm.
Denmark grinned to himself, swallowing his sounds of pleasure to better hear each of Prussia’s noises, his body thrusting hard into her, rocking her against the table and making her shake almost violently. She whimpered lowly, it was nearly as painful as being fucked properly, Denmark was so big, he filled her up and stretched her in a way she never thought possible. And already stuffed with come… Oh…
Prussia shook her head as he continued, lightheaded and woozy from the pain and… Her thoughts trailed off when Denmark reached down to stuff those three fingers back into her cunt. Her legs tensed, as he curled his fingers and rubbed, searching for that little nub that would bring her what would likely be painful amounts of pleasure. All the while he continued thrusting, slamming his hips hard against her arse, pushing her thighs against the table.
Suddenly she cried out, this time it was less pained and more pleased, and Denmark continued rubbing that sensitive little bundle of nerves, smirking when she cried out again, her arse tightening around him almost painfully. He pulled out all the way and then slammed back in with a low growl, fingers pushing roughly inside her.
Prussia wanted to scream, she was so full, so thoroughly used, so entirely exhausted, and she was about to come again. With a dick up her arse, no less. Those tears finally rolled down her cheeks when Denmark pushed her to her fourth orgasm, her entire body tensing and shuddering as the pleasure became painful, too much, too much.
But Denmark just continued to stimulate that little spot, until a fifth orgasm crashed over her and everything went black.
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“Little slut, how are you feeling?” Russia asked, smiling sweetly, again.
“Fucked.” She grunted, voice hoarse and throat dry. “And I’m not a slut, you freak.”
“Ah, good!” Russia started, ignoring her denial and the insult. “Are you ready for the next one?” he asked, eyes wide. “But I thought I would have that cute ass first. Now that Denmark has stretched you out a bit, I think I should fit.”
Prussia’s eyes went wide and she shook her head quickly, a low whimper pouring from her lips. “No. Please, no. I can’t… No more.”
Russia arched a brow and pouted, “But it has been only five men, Kaliningradskaya. I thought for certain you would be able to take more. There are others waiting, you know.”
The albino shook her head again, moisture gathering in her eyes once more. “Please, don’t… I’m so sore…”
Russia laughed shortly and shrugged, seeming to think about it. “Tell me then, who do you belong to?”
Prussia frowned, shaking her head, “Nobody, you piece of shit.”
“Really?” the large man asked, tilting his head to one side. “But did I not tie you down and give you to the other nations?”
“Doesn’t mean you own me. Nobody owns me. And not even fucking me senseless will make me say that you do.” She snapped.
“Hmm. Then I suppose we have the rest of the night to, ah, how you said, fuck you senseless!”
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THE END.
No seriously. The end.
Depending on the sort of feedback I get, I might write a sequel.
But when I started writing this I was intent on writing it start to finish ( because I have a bad habit of not finishing fics if I step away from them at all ). So I did! I stopped myself before I got too carried away, though, because I'd been writing for, like, five hours straight or something.
Oh, and if you DO end up wanting more, please also tell me what other nations you want to jump this Prussia train, haha. <3;
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This is everything I could have asked for from this prompt, my goodness... I feeel bad for Prussia but... *fans self* And the anal was a surprise, but not an unpleasant one, I have a secret kink for fem!anal >.> And your writing style is perfect, you keep everyone as relatively IC as you can with a prompt of this nature and it is just, plain, hot.
I personally would love a sequel, if you have the time to. Other nations to suggest... urm... Austria, Mangary (if you wanna switch up Hungary's gender, though not sure if Russia would legit let him since he's be a soviet captive too, your choice of course!), Boylarus, America, Australia, other Nordics... dfhuk XD;; I'll shut up now.
Thank you for the wonderful fill!
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It always makes me happy to see comments on my writing style and characters being IC. ( Which, omg, so difficult for this particular prompt. xD )
I'll make a note of your suggestions and keep them in mind! I will likely do a sequel, but it will probably be a while, as I'll want to sit and write it from start-to-finish, again!
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seconding OP for a sequel!
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