Apres le Peche 2/?
anonymous
May 12 2009, 01:53:16 UTC
“Little America,” Francis rolled the name in his mouth, like a morsel of some particularly decadent dessert, “is quite young, yes, and all the more alluring for it - I’m sure you’re well aware of the extraordinary smoothness of his cheeks, the last supple curves of baby fat, the adorable way his voice cracks when he gets excited…”
“I know no such thing!” Arthur shouted hotly. Francis bit his lip.
“I got a bit distracted; I’m so sorry.”
He didn’t sound sorry at all.
“Where was I? Ah oui, full of fresh youth, our Alfred, and not so very long ago, a virgin ripe for picking. But innocent? I think not.”
“Because you corrupted him!” Arthur erupted. Francis held up a finger.
“Ah! Which one of us was there, cheri?”
“I know you, you old serpent,” Arthur retorted bitterly. The Cheshire grin widened even further.
“You have not begun to know me, cheri,” Francis replied, his voice dripping with invitation, intimation. “Not like your dear boy - or perhaps I should say my boy - knows me.”
Arthur felt paralyzed, rooted to the spot unable to leave or turn away. Francis’s eyes slipped half-closed as he reminisced, one elegant hand trawling lazily up and down the line of Francis’s splayed thigh.
“It was just after his final victory, mud still dark on his boots, fresh blood and gunpowder dappling his buckskin, sweet raindrops still glittering in his wet, golden hair. He was so ecstatic to be free of you, darling, so utterly, consummately celebratory that I just had to kiss him.”
Arthur tried to lick his lips, but his mouth had gone uncomfortably dry. Francis met his eyes, peering at him intently.
“The truth now, cheri - in all the years you had him so close to you, under your control, when he all but worshiped you - you never tasted his mouth?”
“No,” Arthur choked hoarsely, hating Francis with every fiber of his being for the implication that he was either guilty or stupid, for making him wonder and want -
Francis moaned softly, his bare toes curling against the bedspread.
“He is exquisite, you blind fool. He opened to me as easily as if I were his own breath, deep and welcoming, his tongue wet and eager against mine, the blazing blush of Puritan shame so bright on his cheeks I could feel the heat of it on my skin, his high, pleading little whimpers -”
Arthur made a soft, helpless noise, horrified by the smoky heat coiling low in his belly and pooling in his traitorous cock.
“Yesss,” Francis groaned, licking his lips. “Just like that, only an octave higher - and the way he went up on his tiptoes, arching his lithe little body against me, I could practically feel the vibrations -”
Stop, Arthur wanting to say, no more, I beg you, but what came out instead was,
“Please,” and Arthur hated himself for being too weak to clarify.
oh my god oh my god OH MY GOD!! OH MAI GAWD!!! OH MAI GAWD!!!!!!
You-filled-kink-, asfdfdakjfjd!!!!! (anon since you already have my eternal love and devotion, lets make it official and get married)
You wonderful marvelous brilliant author!anon, I LOVE YOU! I don't think i can adequately express how ecstatic I was to see this fill. Without a doubt you have truly made my da-NO, MY ENTIRE WEEK!
I absolutely adore your descriptions of Alfred, talk about satisfying my shota complex (yes, Op did in fact imagine 13-14 year old Alfred while she read) The younger the better! *shot* There is just something about the way you convey how immature Alfred is(in both mind and body)that kept me rereading this fill.
Also, Your Francis intrigues me. I can not tell whether he is merely gloating, attempting to lure Arthur to his bed, or truly just that enamored by America.
Favorite lines from part 1: "Arthur wanted to smack his grin off, preferably with a nice set of brass knuckles" The imagery! XD
“You violated my son!” I-i laughed so hard, yet i don't know why.
Favorite line from part 2: “You have not begun to know me, cheri,” Francis replied, his voice dripping with invitation, intimation. “Not like your dear boy - or perhaps I should say my boy - knows me.” You made me fear for France's life with that one.
Also who cares if the scenario isn't exactly what i specified (although if you ask me your doing one hell of a job with this regardless), that's what makes it better! Being able to see a different take on the prompt is the whole point of the kink meme!
And so my only complaint stands to be the few spelling errors I encountered while reading part one. However in consideration with the rest of the fill, it's hardly worth mentioning.
Tl;dr Don't stop author!anon, DON'T STOP! Or you'll make Op cry
Apres le Peche 3/?
anonymous
May 12 2009, 19:23:53 UTC
“I nibbled those perfect, full, cocky-grin cocksucker lips until they were red and swollen from my teeth, brushed my hands over his buttons and he peeled out of his clothes just as easily as one of Antonio’s oranges and then my arms were full of him, vast plains of gorgeous skin, pale and golden and unblemished, and I laid him down on his jacket and devoured him, squeezing and caressing, licking and sucking and marking every single inch of him while he writhed and babbled, completely helpless, overwhelmed, begging incoherently for my hands, for my mouth, for me.”
Arthur’s clenched fists trembled at his sides. His cock shuddered and strained inside the far too tight confines of his breeches, his whole body thrumming with desire. He could imagine every aspect of the scene. His memories of an even younger Alfred bathing, all boisterous energy, long, lovely colt-limbs, and that endless, delicious skin tormented him with stunning clarity surpassed only by the visceral recollection of the very pleasures Alfred had experienced: Arthur remembered himself exposed and powerless, surround by mud on some godforsaken fourteenth century battlefield as Francis concentrated all of that erotic intensity on touching and traversing every bit of him, seducing his body until his mind followed in surrender, the moment Francis finally breached -
“Come to me, Angleterre,” Francis ordered, husky and irresistible, undefiable. Arthur scrambled forward, tearing open his clothing and wriggling between Francis’s spread legs. One long-fingered hand closed on his shoulder and pushed, and then Arthur lay on his back as Francis dragged his nails viciously over Arthur’s chest, ghosting teasingly over his yearning cock.
“Tell me,” England demanded raggedly, stripped of pretentions, morals, or dignity.
Francis licked Arthur’s jaw line, breath hot and intimate in his ear.
“Alfred has the most perfect nipples,” he confided. “Tight little nubs and beautiful, dusky aureoles. I could make him twitch and cry and thrill just from rubbing them right. Glorious dusty rosy pink-brown, hard and perky, so sweetly pebbled…”
He paused a moment, brushing his fingers across Arthur’s chest, drawing him taut and charged like the wire on a lightning rod.
Re: Apres le Peche 3/?
anonymous
May 13 2009, 03:46:37 UTC
His memories of an even younger Alfred bathing, all boisterous energy, long, lovely colt-limbs, and that endless, delicious skin tormented him with stunning clarity surpassed only by the visceral recollection of the very pleasures Alfred had experienced...
NOT OP BUT THAT IS SOME HOT HOT HOT PEDO THERE. please please please continue thank you.
Re: Apres le Peche 3/?
anonymous
May 13 2009, 06:29:03 UTC
Authoranon is pretty sure England fucked France at Agincourt. But there were other battles - the war did last a hundred years, after all. And France did win some of them. eventually.
“I know no such thing!” Arthur shouted hotly. Francis bit his lip.
“I got a bit distracted; I’m so sorry.”
He didn’t sound sorry at all.
“Where was I? Ah oui, full of fresh youth, our Alfred, and not so very long ago, a virgin ripe for picking. But innocent? I think not.”
“Because you corrupted him!” Arthur erupted. Francis held up a finger.
“Ah! Which one of us was there, cheri?”
“I know you, you old serpent,” Arthur retorted bitterly. The Cheshire grin widened even further.
“You have not begun to know me, cheri,” Francis replied, his voice dripping with invitation, intimation. “Not like your dear boy - or perhaps I should say my boy - knows me.”
Arthur felt paralyzed, rooted to the spot unable to leave or turn away. Francis’s eyes slipped half-closed as he reminisced, one elegant hand trawling lazily up and down the line of Francis’s splayed thigh.
“It was just after his final victory, mud still dark on his boots, fresh blood and gunpowder dappling his buckskin, sweet raindrops still glittering in his wet, golden hair. He was so ecstatic to be free of you, darling, so utterly, consummately celebratory that I just had to kiss him.”
Arthur tried to lick his lips, but his mouth had gone uncomfortably dry. Francis met his eyes, peering at him intently.
“The truth now, cheri - in all the years you had him so close to you, under your control, when he all but worshiped you - you never tasted his mouth?”
“No,” Arthur choked hoarsely, hating Francis with every fiber of his being for the implication that he was either guilty or stupid, for making him wonder and want -
Francis moaned softly, his bare toes curling against the bedspread.
“He is exquisite, you blind fool. He opened to me as easily as if I were his own breath, deep and welcoming, his tongue wet and eager against mine, the blazing blush of Puritan shame so bright on his cheeks I could feel the heat of it on my skin, his high, pleading little whimpers -”
Arthur made a soft, helpless noise, horrified by the smoky heat coiling low in his belly and pooling in his traitorous cock.
“Yesss,” Francis groaned, licking his lips. “Just like that, only an octave higher - and the way he went up on his tiptoes, arching his lithe little body against me, I could practically feel the vibrations -”
Stop, Arthur wanting to say, no more, I beg you, but what came out instead was,
“Please,” and Arthur hated himself for being too weak to clarify.
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oh my god
OH MY GOD!!
OH MAI GAWD!!!
OH MAI GAWD!!!!!!
You-filled-kink-, asfdfdakjfjd!!!!! (anon since you already have my eternal love and devotion, lets make it official and get married)
You wonderful marvelous brilliant author!anon, I LOVE YOU! I don't think i can adequately express how ecstatic I was to see this fill. Without a doubt you have truly made my da-NO, MY ENTIRE WEEK!
I absolutely adore your descriptions of Alfred, talk about satisfying my shota complex (yes, Op did in fact imagine 13-14 year old Alfred while she read) The younger the better! *shot* There is just something about the way you convey how immature Alfred is(in both mind and body)that kept me rereading this fill.
Also, Your Francis intrigues me. I can not tell whether he is merely gloating, attempting to lure Arthur to his bed, or truly just that enamored by America.
Favorite lines from part 1:
"Arthur wanted to smack his grin off, preferably with a nice set of brass knuckles"
The imagery! XD
“You violated my son!”
I-i laughed so hard, yet i don't know why.
Favorite line from part 2:
“You have not begun to know me, cheri,” Francis replied, his voice dripping with invitation, intimation. “Not like your dear boy - or perhaps I should say my boy - knows me.”
You made me fear for France's life with that one.
Also who cares if the scenario isn't exactly what i specified (although if you ask me your doing one hell of a job with this regardless), that's what makes it better! Being able to see a different take on the prompt is the whole point of the kink meme!
And so my only complaint stands to be the few spelling errors I encountered while reading part one. However in consideration with the rest of the fill, it's hardly worth mentioning.
Tl;dr Don't stop author!anon, DON'T STOP! Or you'll make Op cry
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I can not tell whether he is merely gloating, attempting to lure Arthur to his bed, or truly just that enamored by America.
A little bit of all three, I imagine. ^_^
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I am simultaneously depressed and turned on. I didn't know that was possible.
what has science anon done
All I know is that I need more. Please, this is so awesome.
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Arthur’s clenched fists trembled at his sides. His cock shuddered and strained inside the far too tight confines of his breeches, his whole body thrumming with desire. He could imagine every aspect of the scene. His memories of an even younger Alfred bathing, all boisterous energy, long, lovely colt-limbs, and that endless, delicious skin tormented him with stunning clarity surpassed only by the visceral recollection of the very pleasures Alfred had experienced: Arthur remembered himself exposed and powerless, surround by mud on some godforsaken fourteenth century battlefield as Francis concentrated all of that erotic intensity on touching and traversing every bit of him, seducing his body until his mind followed in surrender, the moment Francis finally breached -
“Come to me, Angleterre,” Francis ordered, husky and irresistible, undefiable. Arthur scrambled forward, tearing open his clothing and wriggling between Francis’s spread legs. One long-fingered hand closed on his shoulder and pushed, and then Arthur lay on his back as Francis dragged his nails viciously over Arthur’s chest, ghosting teasingly over his yearning cock.
“Tell me,” England demanded raggedly, stripped of pretentions, morals, or dignity.
Francis licked Arthur’s jaw line, breath hot and intimate in his ear.
“Alfred has the most perfect nipples,” he confided. “Tight little nubs and beautiful, dusky aureoles. I could make him twitch and cry and thrill just from rubbing them right. Glorious dusty rosy pink-brown, hard and perky, so sweetly pebbled…”
He paused a moment, brushing his fingers across Arthur’s chest, drawing him taut and charged like the wire on a lightning rod.
France whispered, “I know what they taste like.”
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NOT OP BUT THAT IS SOME HOT HOT HOT PEDO THERE. please please please continue thank you.
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This is amazing, anon. Please keep going!
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I LOVE IT
LETS GET MARRIED ANON
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[incoherent babbling of praise and passing out from blood loss via nosebleed go here]
♥ ♥ ♥
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France whispered, “I know what they taste like.”
Hur hur, I SEE WAT U DID THAR FRANCIS, you sly fox you~!
Op is immensely pleased and hopes that author!anon will continue this <3
and one more thing...
I didn't know it was possible but I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE
Lets have babies!
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