Apres le Peche 1/?
anonymous
May 10 2009, 13:46:52 UTC
Uh, I don't think this scenario is *quite* what you intended, but hopefully you'll still like it. Also, I wasn't sure how seriously pedo/shota you wanted this, so Alfred's age is left ambiguous: you can imagine him 13-14 if that does it for you, or 15-16-17 if it squicks.
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Arthur hadn’t been so furious since the Scottish Bitch told him he had to be Catholic again. His vision was sprayed with red, the hot acid tang of it eating at his mind, so when he burst into Francis’s bedroom, hauled him against the wall, and socked him hard across the face, he didn’t notice Francis’s frazzled hair, or how his clothes hung off slim frame, rougher and cheaper than usual. Arthur didn’t see the cracks in Francis’s floor, or the thick, slanted blade gleaming on his dresser.
Francis raised an eyebrow at him, then provocatively darted out his tongue to lap at the trickle of blood forming at the corner of his mouth.
“My goodness, mon ami, what has driven you to such carnal…enthusiasm today?” he inquired, smirking like the devil and flagrantly
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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
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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
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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 meArthur’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
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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.
Bonus: Mad props if Pedo!England asks France for a play by play of what happened.
Please lovely anons, Op needs this, like something INCREDIBLY NEEDED!!!!
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Arthur hadn’t been so furious since the Scottish Bitch told him he had to be Catholic again. His vision was sprayed with red, the hot acid tang of it eating at his mind, so when he burst into Francis’s bedroom, hauled him against the wall, and socked him hard across the face, he didn’t notice Francis’s frazzled hair, or how his clothes hung off slim frame, rougher and cheaper than usual. Arthur didn’t see the cracks in Francis’s floor, or the thick, slanted blade gleaming on his dresser.
Francis raised an eyebrow at him, then provocatively darted out his tongue to lap at the trickle of blood forming at the corner of his mouth.
“My goodness, mon ami, what has driven you to such carnal…enthusiasm today?” he inquired, smirking like the devil and flagrantly ( ... )
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YES FRANCE, GO ON
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“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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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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NOT OP BUT THAT IS SOME HOT HOT HOT PEDO THERE. please please please continue thank you.
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