To Valhalla
Title: To Valhalla
Rating: R18
Characters/Pairings: fem!Prussia/fem!Germany (Gisela/Elise)
Warning: Um...lesbians? Unconventional usage of beer? Making a mess with said beer?
Summary: Prussia wants her sister to wear something sexy to bed. Unfortunately for Germany, Prussia is good at begging. Fortunately for Germany, Prussia also has a sexy costume. And an arsenal of bad Die Walküre-related pickup lines.
“Nein.”
“But Weeeeeeeeest….”
“Nein.”
Germany was not having any of her older sister’s begging this time. No. She was absolutely not going to wear that…that thing. No matter how much Prussia begged, Germany would not give in.
Or so she thought.
“But West it would look so good on you!” Prussia argued.
She was holding up something positively obscene. It was what appeared to be a very bastardized dirndl. It was tiny; the skirt was practically nonexistent, for whatever reason it was sleeveless, there was barely anything to the top, and the top and bottom were only connected by two narrow strips of decorative fabric. Also hanging off the hanger was a pair of cat ears and a tail, which seemed to be attached to…something else that was highly obscene, thigh high socks with the Prussian eagle emblazoned on them, a garterbelt, and a ribbon choker that had both the German and Prussian flags entwining around it and a big silver bell attached. It was certainly something that one could not leave the house in. Which kind of indicated what exactly Prussia wanted her younger sister in that costume for.
…But there was that pout.
“Weeeest, please? I’ll do anything to repay you! I’ll make dinner tonight! I’ll even get fresh knackwurst and sauerkraut! West I’ll even clean my room and alphabetize my CDs I will do anything I am so horny right now West please. It’s not like anyone else would see you, anyway!”
Wow, Gisela really is desperate… Germany noted, watching her elder sister’s pathetic display of pleading.
And then, Prussia used her secret weapon, the one thing Germany was dreading would be used against her.
“Elise, please.”
The Pout. Coupled with her human name. Prussia never referred to Germany as ‘Elise’ in anything but a very intimate setting. Usually when they had finished making love. Germany claimed it was embarrassing but really it just made her heart melt when someone so close to her called her that. Germany felt all of her defenses crumble in one blow.
“Verdammet Gisela why do you have such a hold on my willpower? Fine. I’ll wear it.”
Germany gave a resigned sigh and Prussia positively leapt for joy. Her eyes were practically sparkling with delight.
“Haha yes! This is awesome! Okay I’ll wear something sexy, too, then, West!”
Germany wanted to be horrified at that statement, but truth be told she was intrigued. And aroused.
She watched as her older sister stripped to her underwear right then and there and then started pulling on a costume of some sort…
“Oh mein Gott”
Germany’s jaw dropped when Prussia straightened up and turned around. Prussia looked stunning in the costume she’d picked for herself. It was a very skimpy version of a Valkyrie costume, complete with a winged headband; a helmet would be impractical in bed. It was a skintight dress at its core with a few intentional rips down the sides. It was very low-cut and very short; Prussia looked so sexy in it that Germany couldn’t help staring.
“Hey, come on, change already, chop chop!” Prussia rounded on Germany when she realized that her sister hadn’t changed yet.
“Alright I’ll change!”
Germany gathered her costume and headed for the bathroom. For some reason she felt awkward changing in front of her sister. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen everything of Germany that there was to see, but it seemed improper somehow to be stripping and dressing in front of her lover. Prussia rolled her eyes at this but didn’t argue.
When Germany re-emerged from the bathroom, it was Prussia’s turn to stare and drool.
“Whoa, holy shit, West, you look…whoa” was her ever so articulate verbal response.
“I feel silly” was Germany’s curt answer. And she really did, especially with a butt plug attached to a tail currently up her ass.
“Nonsense, West, you’re sexy and you should feel sexy!”
Germany knew better than to argue with her sister. Gisela was very stubborn, after all.
“If you say so…”
“I do say so.”
Her tone of voice changed from the usual bombastic and loud speech to something softer and sultry. Germany shivered; that tone always excited her.
Prussia sauntered from where she’d been standing over to Germany and draped her arms around her younger sister’s neck.
“Mmm, I’ll be your Brünnhilda tonight, liebe. I knew you wouldn’t leave me high and dry on a rock.”
As bad of a pickup line as that was, Germany actually found herself rather turned on by it. Leave it to Gisela to exploit all of her weaknesses; Wagner had always been one of her favorite composers.
“I guess I can be your Siegfried tonight.” Germany chuckled in response before letting Prussia pull her into a kiss.
The next thing Germany knew, she was pinned to her bedroom door with her sexy Valkyrie of a sister staging a merciless attack upon her mouth. Her hands wandered to Prussia’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze while Prussia continued their passionate kiss, her tongue practically down Germany’s throat at that point. Germany was breathless when Prussia finally broke off the kiss, now trailing kisses down her jaw line, making a quick transition to her neck. Her hands didn’t stay in one place long, either. She found herself giving a little ‘eep!’ at Prussia squeezing her ass in payback, careful to not dislodge the tail, but said ‘eep’ quickly dissolved into a low moan as Prussia’s fingers began kneading at the flesh; not too gentle at all, just hard enough to cause a little pain, exactly how Germany liked it.
Once Prussia had deemed the time she’d spent on Germany’s ass to be sufficient, her hands moved back up north to cup her breasts. Germany’s breathing was growing more and more uneven at her sister’s touch. Prussia knew what she was doing in bed. It had actually surprised Germany quite a bit how skillful her older sister was the first time they had sex. Prussia had always had a reputation for not being able to seduce anyone because she was such a loudmouth dork, and the rumors had been true; Germany was Prussia’s first. However, Prussia was incredible, even that first time. She must have..er. ‘Studied’ somehow. But whatever she’d done to learn, it had certainly paid off. Sex was one area in which Prussia had every right to call herself awesome, as far as Germany was concerned.
There was so little fabric to the top of the dress that Germany hadn’t been able to wear a bra under it, and it was easy for Prussia to pull down the top fabric just enough to yank down the neckline and expose her breasts. She wasted no time in continuing where she left off, lightly squeezing Germany’s breasts and rubbing at her nipples with the pads of her fingers. Prussia delighted in Germany’s soft gasps and whimpers, which increased in intensity when she began rolling Germany’s nipples between her thumb and index finger.
“Mmmh, Gisela, more, bitte”
Germany blushed at how wanton that had sounded. Prussia smirked a little at that.
“Oh, Elise, Schatzi, don’t you worry. I’ll take you to Valhalla tonight~”
She purred this in Germany’s ear. That was all it took for Germany to absolutely melt. She would probably look back and roll her eyes at the Die Walküre pickup lines, but for now they were working just right for getting Germany aroused.
Prussia lowered her head to flick her tongue over Germany’s nipples, one hand fondling the opposite breast while the other went back to her ass. She kept at it for a little bit before pulling away, an idea striking her.
“Lay on the bed, West, I wanna try something”
With that Prussia made her way to the mini fridge that Germany kept in her room. Germany raised an eyebrow but complied, and Prussia returned with two bottles of beer. She opened the bottle caps with her teeth-a stupid stunt she’d taught herself how to do many years ago when men at beer halls didn’t take her seriously-and approached the bed with a cocky grin on her face. She handed Germany one of the bottles.
“Prost!” she cheered, Germany following suit. They both took a swallow of their beers, then Prussia had Germany set hers down on the nightstand and held her own bottle over Germany’s chest.
“Preußen, what are you doing? That’ll make a mess of the covers, stop that!”
Prussia ignored her sister’s protests.
“Relax, West, it’ll be fun! Besides, today was laundry day anyway~”
Germany knew better than to argue; at this point she was too hot and bothered to go back on sex, and Prussia could easily get upset and decide to stop. Prussia was a bit of a drama queen sometimes.
Once Germany had settled back down, Prussia pulled the top of her dress open a bit more, then poured some of the beer onto her breasts. Germany shivered, trying to put it out of mind how much of a mess her bed would be when they were done. Soon enough, Prussia’s tongue assisted her with that; the gentle lapping at her nipples made it hard to think about anything else. Prussia intently lapped at the beer on Germany’s skin, starting at her left nipple, then working over her whole breast, down to the space between her breasts, then swirling over her right breast and up to suck on her right nipple. Germany moaned softly while Prussia continued lavishing attention on her breasts.
After a while of that, Prussia wriggled her way down lower onto the bed and flipped Germany’s skirt up. She took a long, appreciative look at the frilly black and white panties that she’d included in Germany’s costume as well as the way she looked with that tail lying on the bed between her legs as if it was an actual part of her, then began rubbing at her crotch through the panties.
“Damn, wet already, Elise?”
Prussia’s comment was more smug than it was surprised. Germany rolled her eyes at Prussia and arched her hips up so her sister would have an easier time removing her panties. Prussia yanked them off in one swift movement, then retrieved her bottle of beer from the floor where she’d set it down. She poured more beer over Germany’s thighs, lower abdomen, and on her mound, then set back in to lick it up. She dragged her tongue languidly over Germany’s inner thighs, delighting in the way the younger nation quivered and shook with pleasure. Leisurely she trailed her way upward, skirting around Germany’s womanhood in favor of lapping up the beer that had been spilled onto her stomach. Germany gave a soft groan of impatience, which Prussia ignored, dipping her tongue into Germany’s belly button.
“G-Gisela, bitte--“
“Mmm, alright, Elise, I’ll go ahead and reward you now~”
Making good on her word, Prussia lowered her head and took a sweeping lick at Germany’s slit, lapping up the beer that had trickled down there. She licked at Germany’s opening with intent fervor, then began swirling her tongue over Germany’s clit, relishing in the throaty moans this was eliciting from the other woman. She closed her lips over Germany’s clit and started gently sucking on it.
“Aaaah, Schwester!”
The sound of Germany’s cries was music to Prussia’s ears. She kept lapping and sucking everywhere that she could, whether there was any remnant of beer there or not. Germany moaned and whimpered and begged for more. Prussia felt herself getting wet just from hearing that. She felt a shiver run down her spine at her excitement and dove back in, plunging her tongue into Germany’s now soaking wet pussy. One of her hands occupied itself with rubbing Germany’s clit; the other lightly tugged at the tail so Germany could feel the butt plug rubbing against her from inside. Germany gasped and moaned deeply at that. It didn’t take much more of this for Germany to come. Grabbing a pillow to muffle her scream in, she bucked her hips as her orgasm tore through her. Prussia pulled back and wiped her mouth, grinning in satisfaction.
She didn’t have much time for that, though, before her younger sister tackled her and flipped their positions. Prussia was a bit stunned at Germany’s sudden burst of sexual aggression, but she certainly liked it.
“West, what’s all this about?” she managed to ask, excitement making her voice quiver.
“I can’t let you go unrewarded, Schwester” was Germany’s cool response. How she was able to respond with such unwavering speech right after having a mindblowing orgasm was beyond Prussia, but she wasn’t about to argue.
Germany was always such a gentle lover, despite liking to take it rough. Prussia lied back on the bed and spread her legs as Germany caressed her thighs. She stopped momentarily when she noticed that her older sister didn’t have a pillow to lay on, since Germany had pinned her so her head was at the foot of the bed. Once she’d given Prussia a pillow she re-launched her attack, fingers swiftly gliding up Prussia’s thighs to hook in the waistband of her panties and tug them off. Germany paused, eyes widening when she saw what panties her sister was wearing. They were a bikini cut pair with three stripes; the colors of the German flag.
“Gisela…”
“Hey, Elise. I’m yours. You know that. Ich liebe dich.”
“Ich liebe dich auch.”
Once the sentimentalities had been exchanged, Germany dove back into their previous erotic pursuits. She wasted no time in slipping her index finger inside of Prussia, who gasped excitedly in reaction. One finger became two and two became three. Germany’s thumb found its way to Prussia’s clit, rubbing softly against the sensitive nub.
“Ah…aaaaahhh…mmmm…Oh Gott ja...Fick mich, West, ooooh...“
In contrast to her sister, Prussia had never been what one could consider a quiet lover. She made no attempt to silence or muffle her moans and cries as Germany continued vigorously thrusting her fingers in and out of Prussia’s pussy. A string of curses in German marked the buildup to her orgasm. Germany couldn’t help but feel proud at how completely and totally Prussia had lost control of herself. She moved in to finish the job, thrusting three fingers in and out of Prussia while rapidly rubbing her clit with her other hand.
“Aaah…oh verdammet Elise fick ja oh Gott!”
Her vocalizations ended in a sharp cry, her head snapping backward and her hips bucking upward. Germany smiled at the sight of Prussia, breathing heavily and eyes half lidded in post-orgasmic bliss.
“…So this is Valhalla.”
Once Prussia had caught her breath, she crawled up to Germany and laid her head on her sister’s lap. Germany stroked Prussia’s hair as they both rested like that for a while. Germany found herself reaching for her unfinished beer before long, taking a swig of it. Once she’d put the bottle back down and swallowed, she found herself being softly kissed by Prussia, who was licking droplets of beer off of Germany’s lips.
“Good beer” Prussia commented after pulling away.
“Indeed” Germany replied, before pressing another light kiss to Prussia’s lips.
“Ich liebe dich.”
Prussia cuddled up to her sister again. Germany cringed as she noted the state of her bedroom, but cleaning up the beer mess could wait a few hours. She was sure that she and her sister both would need a long shower later, anyway.
“Ich liebe dich auch.”
Author’s notes: Die Walküre is the German title of the famous opera The Valkyries by Richard Wagner. The main Valkyrie, Brünnhilda, angers her father Wotan, the king of the gods, and at the end of the opera is put into an eternal sleep from which she can only be woken by a man who will then claim her as his bride. She negotiates the details with Wotan and he agrees to cast a ring of fire around her that only a true hero could get through. In the next opera, Siegfried, it is the titular character who does just that and wins Brünnhilda’s love.
Quick translation of all of the random German thrown into this:
Nein = no
Verdammet = damn it
Mein Gott = my God
Liebe = love; when used as a noun it’s a term of endearment, just like in English
Bitte = please
Schatzi = little treasure; a term of endearment of course
Schwester = sister
Ich liebe dich = I love you
Gott ja = God yes
Fick mich = fuck me
Rating: R18
Characters/Pairings: fem!Prussia/fem!Germany (Gisela/Elise)
Warning: Um...lesbians? Unconventional usage of beer? Making a mess with said beer?
Summary: Prussia wants her sister to wear something sexy to bed. Unfortunately for Germany, Prussia is good at begging. Fortunately for Germany, Prussia also has a sexy costume. And an arsenal of bad Die Walküre-related pickup lines.
“Nein.”
“But Weeeeeeeeest….”
“Nein.”
Germany was not having any of her older sister’s begging this time. No. She was absolutely not going to wear that…that thing. No matter how much Prussia begged, Germany would not give in.
Or so she thought.
“But West it would look so good on you!” Prussia argued.
She was holding up something positively obscene. It was what appeared to be a very bastardized dirndl. It was tiny; the skirt was practically nonexistent, for whatever reason it was sleeveless, there was barely anything to the top, and the top and bottom were only connected by two narrow strips of decorative fabric. Also hanging off the hanger was a pair of cat ears and a tail, which seemed to be attached to…something else that was highly obscene, thigh high socks with the Prussian eagle emblazoned on them, a garterbelt, and a ribbon choker that had both the German and Prussian flags entwining around it and a big silver bell attached. It was certainly something that one could not leave the house in. Which kind of indicated what exactly Prussia wanted her younger sister in that costume for.
…But there was that pout.
“Weeeest, please? I’ll do anything to repay you! I’ll make dinner tonight! I’ll even get fresh knackwurst and sauerkraut! West I’ll even clean my room and alphabetize my CDs I will do anything I am so horny right now West please. It’s not like anyone else would see you, anyway!”
Wow, Gisela really is desperate… Germany noted, watching her elder sister’s pathetic display of pleading.
And then, Prussia used her secret weapon, the one thing Germany was dreading would be used against her.
“Elise, please.”
The Pout. Coupled with her human name. Prussia never referred to Germany as ‘Elise’ in anything but a very intimate setting. Usually when they had finished making love. Germany claimed it was embarrassing but really it just made her heart melt when someone so close to her called her that. Germany felt all of her defenses crumble in one blow.
“Verdammet Gisela why do you have such a hold on my willpower? Fine. I’ll wear it.”
Germany gave a resigned sigh and Prussia positively leapt for joy. Her eyes were practically sparkling with delight.
“Haha yes! This is awesome! Okay I’ll wear something sexy, too, then, West!”
Germany wanted to be horrified at that statement, but truth be told she was intrigued. And aroused.
She watched as her older sister stripped to her underwear right then and there and then started pulling on a costume of some sort…
“Oh mein Gott”
Germany’s jaw dropped when Prussia straightened up and turned around. Prussia looked stunning in the costume she’d picked for herself. It was a very skimpy version of a Valkyrie costume, complete with a winged headband; a helmet would be impractical in bed. It was a skintight dress at its core with a few intentional rips down the sides. It was very low-cut and very short; Prussia looked so sexy in it that Germany couldn’t help staring.
“Hey, come on, change already, chop chop!” Prussia rounded on Germany when she realized that her sister hadn’t changed yet.
“Alright I’ll change!”
Germany gathered her costume and headed for the bathroom. For some reason she felt awkward changing in front of her sister. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen everything of Germany that there was to see, but it seemed improper somehow to be stripping and dressing in front of her lover. Prussia rolled her eyes at this but didn’t argue.
When Germany re-emerged from the bathroom, it was Prussia’s turn to stare and drool.
“Whoa, holy shit, West, you look…whoa” was her ever so articulate verbal response.
“I feel silly” was Germany’s curt answer. And she really did, especially with a butt plug attached to a tail currently up her ass.
“Nonsense, West, you’re sexy and you should feel sexy!”
Germany knew better than to argue with her sister. Gisela was very stubborn, after all.
“If you say so…”
“I do say so.”
Her tone of voice changed from the usual bombastic and loud speech to something softer and sultry. Germany shivered; that tone always excited her.
Prussia sauntered from where she’d been standing over to Germany and draped her arms around her younger sister’s neck.
“Mmm, I’ll be your Brünnhilda tonight, liebe. I knew you wouldn’t leave me high and dry on a rock.”
As bad of a pickup line as that was, Germany actually found herself rather turned on by it. Leave it to Gisela to exploit all of her weaknesses; Wagner had always been one of her favorite composers.
“I guess I can be your Siegfried tonight.” Germany chuckled in response before letting Prussia pull her into a kiss.
The next thing Germany knew, she was pinned to her bedroom door with her sexy Valkyrie of a sister staging a merciless attack upon her mouth. Her hands wandered to Prussia’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze while Prussia continued their passionate kiss, her tongue practically down Germany’s throat at that point. Germany was breathless when Prussia finally broke off the kiss, now trailing kisses down her jaw line, making a quick transition to her neck. Her hands didn’t stay in one place long, either. She found herself giving a little ‘eep!’ at Prussia squeezing her ass in payback, careful to not dislodge the tail, but said ‘eep’ quickly dissolved into a low moan as Prussia’s fingers began kneading at the flesh; not too gentle at all, just hard enough to cause a little pain, exactly how Germany liked it.
Once Prussia had deemed the time she’d spent on Germany’s ass to be sufficient, her hands moved back up north to cup her breasts. Germany’s breathing was growing more and more uneven at her sister’s touch. Prussia knew what she was doing in bed. It had actually surprised Germany quite a bit how skillful her older sister was the first time they had sex. Prussia had always had a reputation for not being able to seduce anyone because she was such a loudmouth dork, and the rumors had been true; Germany was Prussia’s first. However, Prussia was incredible, even that first time. She must have..er. ‘Studied’ somehow. But whatever she’d done to learn, it had certainly paid off. Sex was one area in which Prussia had every right to call herself awesome, as far as Germany was concerned.
There was so little fabric to the top of the dress that Germany hadn’t been able to wear a bra under it, and it was easy for Prussia to pull down the top fabric just enough to yank down the neckline and expose her breasts. She wasted no time in continuing where she left off, lightly squeezing Germany’s breasts and rubbing at her nipples with the pads of her fingers. Prussia delighted in Germany’s soft gasps and whimpers, which increased in intensity when she began rolling Germany’s nipples between her thumb and index finger.
“Mmmh, Gisela, more, bitte”
Germany blushed at how wanton that had sounded. Prussia smirked a little at that.
“Oh, Elise, Schatzi, don’t you worry. I’ll take you to Valhalla tonight~”
She purred this in Germany’s ear. That was all it took for Germany to absolutely melt. She would probably look back and roll her eyes at the Die Walküre pickup lines, but for now they were working just right for getting Germany aroused.
Prussia lowered her head to flick her tongue over Germany’s nipples, one hand fondling the opposite breast while the other went back to her ass. She kept at it for a little bit before pulling away, an idea striking her.
“Lay on the bed, West, I wanna try something”
With that Prussia made her way to the mini fridge that Germany kept in her room. Germany raised an eyebrow but complied, and Prussia returned with two bottles of beer. She opened the bottle caps with her teeth-a stupid stunt she’d taught herself how to do many years ago when men at beer halls didn’t take her seriously-and approached the bed with a cocky grin on her face. She handed Germany one of the bottles.
“Prost!” she cheered, Germany following suit. They both took a swallow of their beers, then Prussia had Germany set hers down on the nightstand and held her own bottle over Germany’s chest.
“Preußen, what are you doing? That’ll make a mess of the covers, stop that!”
Prussia ignored her sister’s protests.
“Relax, West, it’ll be fun! Besides, today was laundry day anyway~”
Germany knew better than to argue; at this point she was too hot and bothered to go back on sex, and Prussia could easily get upset and decide to stop. Prussia was a bit of a drama queen sometimes.
Once Germany had settled back down, Prussia pulled the top of her dress open a bit more, then poured some of the beer onto her breasts. Germany shivered, trying to put it out of mind how much of a mess her bed would be when they were done. Soon enough, Prussia’s tongue assisted her with that; the gentle lapping at her nipples made it hard to think about anything else. Prussia intently lapped at the beer on Germany’s skin, starting at her left nipple, then working over her whole breast, down to the space between her breasts, then swirling over her right breast and up to suck on her right nipple. Germany moaned softly while Prussia continued lavishing attention on her breasts.
After a while of that, Prussia wriggled her way down lower onto the bed and flipped Germany’s skirt up. She took a long, appreciative look at the frilly black and white panties that she’d included in Germany’s costume as well as the way she looked with that tail lying on the bed between her legs as if it was an actual part of her, then began rubbing at her crotch through the panties.
“Damn, wet already, Elise?”
Prussia’s comment was more smug than it was surprised. Germany rolled her eyes at Prussia and arched her hips up so her sister would have an easier time removing her panties. Prussia yanked them off in one swift movement, then retrieved her bottle of beer from the floor where she’d set it down. She poured more beer over Germany’s thighs, lower abdomen, and on her mound, then set back in to lick it up. She dragged her tongue languidly over Germany’s inner thighs, delighting in the way the younger nation quivered and shook with pleasure. Leisurely she trailed her way upward, skirting around Germany’s womanhood in favor of lapping up the beer that had been spilled onto her stomach. Germany gave a soft groan of impatience, which Prussia ignored, dipping her tongue into Germany’s belly button.
“G-Gisela, bitte--“
“Mmm, alright, Elise, I’ll go ahead and reward you now~”
Making good on her word, Prussia lowered her head and took a sweeping lick at Germany’s slit, lapping up the beer that had trickled down there. She licked at Germany’s opening with intent fervor, then began swirling her tongue over Germany’s clit, relishing in the throaty moans this was eliciting from the other woman. She closed her lips over Germany’s clit and started gently sucking on it.
“Aaaah, Schwester!”
The sound of Germany’s cries was music to Prussia’s ears. She kept lapping and sucking everywhere that she could, whether there was any remnant of beer there or not. Germany moaned and whimpered and begged for more. Prussia felt herself getting wet just from hearing that. She felt a shiver run down her spine at her excitement and dove back in, plunging her tongue into Germany’s now soaking wet pussy. One of her hands occupied itself with rubbing Germany’s clit; the other lightly tugged at the tail so Germany could feel the butt plug rubbing against her from inside. Germany gasped and moaned deeply at that. It didn’t take much more of this for Germany to come. Grabbing a pillow to muffle her scream in, she bucked her hips as her orgasm tore through her. Prussia pulled back and wiped her mouth, grinning in satisfaction.
She didn’t have much time for that, though, before her younger sister tackled her and flipped their positions. Prussia was a bit stunned at Germany’s sudden burst of sexual aggression, but she certainly liked it.
“West, what’s all this about?” she managed to ask, excitement making her voice quiver.
“I can’t let you go unrewarded, Schwester” was Germany’s cool response. How she was able to respond with such unwavering speech right after having a mindblowing orgasm was beyond Prussia, but she wasn’t about to argue.
Germany was always such a gentle lover, despite liking to take it rough. Prussia lied back on the bed and spread her legs as Germany caressed her thighs. She stopped momentarily when she noticed that her older sister didn’t have a pillow to lay on, since Germany had pinned her so her head was at the foot of the bed. Once she’d given Prussia a pillow she re-launched her attack, fingers swiftly gliding up Prussia’s thighs to hook in the waistband of her panties and tug them off. Germany paused, eyes widening when she saw what panties her sister was wearing. They were a bikini cut pair with three stripes; the colors of the German flag.
“Gisela…”
“Hey, Elise. I’m yours. You know that. Ich liebe dich.”
“Ich liebe dich auch.”
Once the sentimentalities had been exchanged, Germany dove back into their previous erotic pursuits. She wasted no time in slipping her index finger inside of Prussia, who gasped excitedly in reaction. One finger became two and two became three. Germany’s thumb found its way to Prussia’s clit, rubbing softly against the sensitive nub.
“Ah…aaaaahhh…mmmm…Oh Gott ja...Fick mich, West, ooooh...“
In contrast to her sister, Prussia had never been what one could consider a quiet lover. She made no attempt to silence or muffle her moans and cries as Germany continued vigorously thrusting her fingers in and out of Prussia’s pussy. A string of curses in German marked the buildup to her orgasm. Germany couldn’t help but feel proud at how completely and totally Prussia had lost control of herself. She moved in to finish the job, thrusting three fingers in and out of Prussia while rapidly rubbing her clit with her other hand.
“Aaah…oh verdammet Elise fick ja oh Gott!”
Her vocalizations ended in a sharp cry, her head snapping backward and her hips bucking upward. Germany smiled at the sight of Prussia, breathing heavily and eyes half lidded in post-orgasmic bliss.
“…So this is Valhalla.”
Once Prussia had caught her breath, she crawled up to Germany and laid her head on her sister’s lap. Germany stroked Prussia’s hair as they both rested like that for a while. Germany found herself reaching for her unfinished beer before long, taking a swig of it. Once she’d put the bottle back down and swallowed, she found herself being softly kissed by Prussia, who was licking droplets of beer off of Germany’s lips.
“Good beer” Prussia commented after pulling away.
“Indeed” Germany replied, before pressing another light kiss to Prussia’s lips.
“Ich liebe dich.”
Prussia cuddled up to her sister again. Germany cringed as she noted the state of her bedroom, but cleaning up the beer mess could wait a few hours. She was sure that she and her sister both would need a long shower later, anyway.
“Ich liebe dich auch.”
Author’s notes: Die Walküre is the German title of the famous opera The Valkyries by Richard Wagner. The main Valkyrie, Brünnhilda, angers her father Wotan, the king of the gods, and at the end of the opera is put into an eternal sleep from which she can only be woken by a man who will then claim her as his bride. She negotiates the details with Wotan and he agrees to cast a ring of fire around her that only a true hero could get through. In the next opera, Siegfried, it is the titular character who does just that and wins Brünnhilda’s love.
Quick translation of all of the random German thrown into this:
Nein = no
Verdammet = damn it
Mein Gott = my God
Liebe = love; when used as a noun it’s a term of endearment, just like in English
Bitte = please
Schatzi = little treasure; a term of endearment of course
Schwester = sister
Ich liebe dich = I love you
Gott ja = God yes
Fick mich = fuck me