Sorry but I realized I'd made some mistakes which is why I had to repost the chappie.
Alright everyone, impending lemon ahead! I had to rewrite it because I just wasn't feeling the original scene but I think I improved it. There will be some flashbacks which will be in italics.
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Ch 8: Secrets Bare
"We can expect the new staff very soon," Roderich remarked at supper.
Elizaveta nodded absently as Feliciano blew carefully on a bite of food.
"They are mostly from Vienna and come with excellent references," he continued. "I for one am quite relieved. Everything will return to normal at last."
He barely tasted the food, the only thing he tasted was her. It was all he could do to chatter on about such boring matters to distract himself from doing something unseemly. He could only count the minutes before he could touch her again.
Elizaveta dabbed some food off the corners of Feli's mouth. She continued to smile and half listen to the stuffy Austrian sitting across from her. She couldn't wait to get Feli off to bed and so she could get in bed with the Germanic nation.
She knew that their first time together would not be very good, but that was alright. All she wanted were a few moments of his heat and body. She would take what she could get.
But she had confidence that Roderich could become a skilled lover with some practice. He was so disciplined and strict that she suspected eventually he would know how to make things very good.
She didn't understand why, but she knew he liked her and was anxious to please her. Oh and she would certainly let him.
When at last dinner was done and Roderich set to putting Feli to bed, she cleaned up in the kitchen. As she was tidying up she began to think about her first time.
(Section Break)
"Huh," Feliks said standing with one hip out to the side as he eyed the woman before him.
She didn't feel threatened by Poland and that was why she had asked him to help her. Elizaveta didn't know why, but she liked him. Hell she trusted him.
She stood before him naked with her wide hips and barely budding breasts on display while he looked her over. They were two teenagers on the brink of adulthood, just waiting for that final push to develop into full grown nations.
"Yeah girl, you are definitely a woman," he informed her decidedly.
"I kind of thought so," she sighed.
"Like totally," he said tugging at his shirt and lifting it over his head.
His chest was pale and hairless, stomach flat with a few ribs sticking out.
"Check this, my pecs are flat," he said stepping towards her. He reached out and laid her hand on his chest and let her feel it for herself while he placed his hand over her breast and squeezed.
"See? You've got at least an A-cup girl," he stated continuing to squeeze gently.
She felt a strange tingling in her chest from the touch. It wasn't a grope like Prussia had done years ago, it was kind of nice. She never knew her strange chest could feel that way.
"Yeah? Hehe," she said stepping back, letting her hand drag over his soft chest.
She could feel downy hair beneath her hand and experimentally ran her thumb over his nipple. She watched in fascination as it hardened beneath her touch and how he bit his lip.
She stared at him and he looked back at her in uncertainty.
"So I'm a girl?" she said thoughtfully. "But we both have nipples. Do yours feel the same as mine?"
"Probably," he said lightly pinching hers, making her hiss quietly.
They were both breathing heavy and looking at the other in confusion. Something compelled her to see his penis, something besides the need to see how different she was from him.
Looking him straight in the eye she pushed her trousers down and laid them beside her tunic and cloak.
She stood before Feliks, naked and vulnerable. He eyed the tender flesh between her legs curiously.
"I've never seen one of those before but that is definitely not a penis," he said finally.
Elizaveta giggled and put her hands on her hips challengingly.
"Oh yeah? Let's see what you've got," she told him. "Prussia says he's got five meters, do you think you can beat that?"
He smirked and dropped trou quickly standing before her in all his naked glory. He was very skinny, with small hips and stick legs.
"Prussia wishes his was this awesome," Feliks told her.
"Hmm," Elizaveta murmured kneeling in front of him to look at it up close. It was kind of darker than the rest of his skin.
"Can I touch it?" she said looking up at him.
"Sure," he said his body tense with anticipation of something.
She reached forward and cupped it in her hand. She could see something beneath the skin and she gently retracted it. Feliks inhaled sharply as she slid back the foreskin, feeling the blood rush to his organ at the contact. She eyed him and then the organ curiously. She ran the back of her finger along the shaft and felt it harden in her hand. She decided to keep touching it to see what would happen. Feliks didn't tell her to stop but his hand did come to rest on her shoulder and his breathing was harsh.
She watched in fascination as the head began to turn purple and the shaft extended towards her.
"Why did it do that?" she asked him while he bit his lip.
"That's what happens to a penis when it feels good," he bit out.
She continued to lightly stroke the flesh and felt that light tingling in her own sex again.
"Will you touch mine?" she said wondering if it would feel good.
"Ah-kay," he muttered when she pulled her hand away.
Elizaveta laid down on her back and spread her legs while Feliks crouched down between her thighs and looked at the folds and glistening pink hues of her vagina. He ran the pads of his fingers along the labia and it felt kind of good but it wasn't earth shattering. Then he slipped his fingers inside and she felt her pulse pound.
"Mmph," she bit her lip and he eased two digits inside of her. He thrust the fingers in slowly, too slowly. After awhile there was a dull throbbing and she needed something, she had no idea what that was, but more touching couldn't hurt.
"Could you touch it more?" she breathed heavily.
He looked at her with curiosity and thrust his fingers in faster.
"Oh…god!" she hissed rocking her hips in a rhythm that was instinctual, something she just knew.
It still wasn't enough but…
"Feels good," she murmured. "Do you want me to keep touching you?"
"Totally," he said stroking his half hard shaft again. "Or we could have sex."
"Oh yeah?" she said grinding her hips against his hand. "S-sure."
"You do know what that means right?"
"Err.."
"It means I'd put my penis inside like my fingers," Feliks told her.
He barely got the words out before she grasped him by the shoulders and yanked him on top of her.
They lay side by side, quietly. Their breathing had evened out, and their bodies had cooled down. She laid with her arms behind her head while Feliks kept his arms against his sides. It had been awkward…
In the end she had only gotten frustrated, but Feliks it seemed to be have gotten something out of it when he grunted and shook on top of her.
She cleared her throat and Feliks shifted beside her.
"So..I think I'm gay," Feliks said finally.
Elizaveta looked at him and then away before responding.
"Totally."
She could feel it bubbling off inside of her belly and she couldn't help but dissolve into giggles. She curled up and tried to hide it in her hand, but the laughter rolled out of her and until she was shaking with it. And then she heard a sound and realized that it was Feliks laughing beside her.
In the end the sex had been lousy, but she had gained something from the experience. Yes she was a woman, there was no denying that. Who the hell cared? It didn't make one damn difference if she had a penis, what did a penis mean anyway? She could fight without one and she didn't need it for anything. She was just as strong and with that realization she finally began to accept her body. From this brief fumbling with Poland she had discovered how much more her female body was capable of. She found that she wanted to discover more about the way it could feel.
(Section Break)
"Their sighs, lamentations and loud wailings, resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep," Roderich recited to the child tucked into bed. "Strange utterances, horrible pronouncements. Words of pain, tones of anger, voices shrill and faint, and beating hands, all went to make a tumult that will whirl forever through the turbid, timeless air, like sand that eddies when a whirlwind swirls."
He raised his brows in astonishment. He had been surprised when Italy had pulled out The Inferno for him to read to her; pleasant subject matter for a bedtime story. This is a classic from Italy's home though so in a strange sense he could understand why it would lull her to sleep.
His brows furrowed when he heard the soft padding of feet on the floor and he realized he wasn't alone. He looked up as Elizaveta approached from the open doorway bearing a flickering candle
She was truly a vision. Light brown tresses tumbling over her shoulders with a single orange bloom tucked into her hair, sea glass eyes filled with fire.
He'd been fortunate to have the acquaintance of many beautiful women in his life. He had met queens, monarchs both foreign and native to his homeland, all very pretty. What was it about her, his Elizaveta? There were probably others who surpassed her in beauty, and yet she was to him the most captivating woman he had ever met.
It was her strength. She was not delicate, nor made of porcelain. She was flesh and blood, she had spilled blood, led her people, she had an iron will. She was proud, fierce. She was cunning, had led her soldiers through skirmishes, used weaponry and her wits to trample her enemies on the battlefield.
In his home he had come to know not only the brutal warrior, but the person. She was funny, dry, emotional, warm, and had the most incredible smile and laugh. Thank gott she laughed often these days because the sound was music to his ears.
She stood before him wearing a forest green dressing over the pristine white nightgown beneath. Barefoot and waiting for him in her nightclothes she was the loveliest creature he'd ever known.
He glanced down at the bed and saw that the little girl was fast asleep, her chest rising slowly and deeply. He marked his place in the book and placed it beside the bed. Rising from his seat, he grasped the candle flickering beside the bed and followed her as she led him down the hallway to her own room.
He was afraid of disappointing, of her being dissatisfied and deciding she didn't want to be touched by him ever again.
He had been alive for hundreds of years and in all that time he had never known the touch of another. Rather he had never been touched so intimately, connected so deeply to another person.
Trying to be disciplined and powerful, it could become lonely. He had few friends and in that time yes he had become stronger, but lonely. At one time he had Vash, but now there was nobody.
He had married Antonio and been a little less lonely with the sunny Spaniard around. He had found himself caring about Antonio, and it had turned out his husband came to feel affection for him as well, just in a different way.
(Section Break)
"Buenos dias!" Antonio greeted him as he stepped into their home with a big basket of tomatoes; what a shocker.
"Guten tag," Roderich replied as he sipped a cup of tea.
"Shall I start dinner?" Antonio said coming to stand beside him, smelling of the earthy tomato vines and fresh air.
"I assume you will be preparing something with those again?" Roderich said wryly.
"But of course! There is nothing better than a meal with plenty of tomatoes!"
"I beg to differ."
"Oh Roddy, how can you not like tomatoes?" Antonio cried laying his hand over his heart as if it wounded him to hear such disdain.
"I did not say that I do not like them. I just so happen to like some variety to my meals."
"The tomato is a beautiful fruit," Antonio said picking one up from the basket. He held it within his hand and sat beside Roderich, perched on the armrest of his chair. "Look at it Roderich. Such a rich deep color, on the outside you can smell the hints of what lies inside. A teasing hint of its taste."
He looked deeply at Roderich with those green eyes sparkling and fixed on him. Roderich stared back at him, slightly transfixed by the passionate man. He made a mere fruit sound exotic and almost sensual.
"When you bite in, the flesh is tender, yet supple. Its juices coat your tongue and fill your mouth with the most heady flavor. It lingers even after you've consumed the entire succulent fruit, and licked every trace from your fingers."
Antonio grinned predatorily and leaned towards his husband. He held the fruit up rubbing the red bright skin between his thumb and pointer finger.
"In fact I want to eat it all up right now. I want the whole thing stuffed in my mouth, with the juices spilling down my throat," Antonio purred, brushing the skin against Roderich's cheek.
"Oh," Roderich said feeling something strange.
The Spaniard sighed and leaned in close to Roderich who closed his eyes when the warm breath tickled his ear.
"Don't you want a taste mi amor?"
He pulled back and gazed at Roderich's slightly flushed face. He smiled and leaned into Roderich, so that their faces were a breath apart, they're breaths coming out quickly and mixing. Then his husband cupped his jaw and then took his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. He gasped in surprise and Antonio stroked his tongue along Roderich's gently, tangling with the less experienced man.
He tried to keep up as the Spaniard finally came to sit in his lap, holding the back of his head to better access the other man's mouth. Roderich, felt the way that Antonio was using his mouth, changing the pressure, alternating between small licks and deep penetration with his tongue, and to his lover's delight he began to thoroughly kiss Antonio back. He groaned happily into the kiss and wrapped his arm around the Spaniard and pulled him against him. He wasn't sure how he was feeling about this, it felt odd, but Antonio was a warm, living breathing person. He did care about him, and perhaps with time he would come to care more deeply.
He clutched even more tightly and Antonio made a noise of protest.
"Easy," he whispered, pulling away and staring at Roderich lustfully. "We have the whole day to make love. Let's take our time si?"
He leaned in for another hard, hot kiss and pulled back. Just as quickly as he was there he was gone, removing himself from Roderich's lap. Roderich stared down at him, panting and bewildered as Antonio cupped him through his trousers.
He flinched slightly and Antonio paused as he watched the conflicted expression on his husband's face.
He realized that Roderich's organ was for the most part soft and he removed his hand, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Roderich, you do like men si?" Antonio inquired, gazing up at him as he rested on his heels.
Roderich closed his eyes in embarrassment and looked away.
(Section Break)
After that Antonio had been the perfect gentleman, for the most part. Their friendship had only grown stronger, even after the divorce.
Still, there were times when he wondered about what might have been had he gone ahead and had sex with the Spanish nation. He wondered if Antonio would have made him the bottom.
He put all thought of Spain out of his head when he realized they had reached their destination. Elizaveta stepped in ahead of him and placed her candle on the nightstand while Roderich closed the door behind him and set his candle on a chair beside a wardrobe. He stood facing the woman he had loved for years, about to experience her body, and he had no idea of where to begin.
It seemed that Elizaveta knew just what to do though. She removed her dressing gown and laid it over the foot of the bed. Wearing only her nightgown she moved to him and lifted her hands to his shirtfront and set to work on unbuttoning it. Then finally she was able to part the shirt and push it down his arms until it felt at his feet.
Elizaveta was burning with impatience. She had never seen so much of Roderich exposed for her greedy eyes to look on and she couldn't stop taking him in. He was not muscled like many of the other nations. His arms were not bulging with muscle but corded tightly with sinew. They looked elegant and masculine, just like he was.
Her eyes travelled to his trousers and back up to his face. He looked nervous, but she was going to change that.
She gathered the hem of her nightgown in her fingers and lifted it above her head without pause. Roderich immediately stopped breathing. He couldn't think, only look at her proudly displayed body. He saw long strong legs, a curved belly, firm muscled arms, full breasts, tiny feet, a wide waist and the thatch of hair at the crux of her thighs.
"Oh gott," he murmured pressing a hand to the door behind him to support his shaky weight.
She stepped forward against his body, pressing her soft breasts to his warm solid chest and they both sighed at the contact.
"You feel so good," Elizaveta said more breathlessly than she'd intended.
He looked down at her, unsmiling, eyes dark. Oh those dark eyes, dilated, and the very darkest shade of violet. They were so dark they bordered on black, crackling with intensity.
He wrapped his arm around the small of her back and held her groin against his. She closed her eyes and smiled slightly when she felt his hardening cock against her dripping sex. His other hand cupped her jaw and tipped her face up to meet his mouth.
She groaned and slid her hands up to grip his slender forearms as they shared a long sensual kiss. His tongue massaged her own and she whimpered feeling him everywhere, against her cunt, her heart, and her mouth.
Roderich watched her as he used his lips to please her and grew harder with the confidence of knowing he was making her feel good. He dragged his lips over her temple, one of her slender brows, and the corner of her mouth. She moved to kiss him, but he nipped her bottom lip and felt her shudder against him.
"Nein," he replied, in a heavy voice.
She opened her eyes and he saw that they were unfocused and wide.
"Bed…take me to bed," she told him pressing her face to his chest. "Let me make love to you Roderich."
He closed his eyes as his erection throbbed at her words. Yes, no more waiting or teasing.
"Ja," he replied as she released her hold on him. He surprised her by gathering her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed, pressed to his warm body.
"I didn't think you'd be able to lift me," she murmured as he laid her upon the bright yellow, black and red quilt on top of her bed. "Take off those pants."
He cleared his throat, and had to look at a crack on the wall as he pulled the trousers down his hips. He felt her eyes on him and was almost too shy to look back at her. When he saw the small, warm smile on her face, he found the courage to sit on the edge of the bed facing her.
"I like your body," she told him playfully.
"It seems I'm quite fond of yours," he said with a small smile.
With a mischievous smile, she sat up on her elbows and reached out to remove his glasses. He blinked as he adjusted while she laid the silver frames on the nightstand.
"Can you still see me?" she asked him.
"It's just a stigmatism," he said nodding. "I can still see every lovely curve and fold."
"Good," she said laying back against the mattress, with her hair framing her flushed face. She held out her arms and he climbed into the bed, sinking into her welcoming arms.
They were lay side by side, completely entangled from their intertwined legs to their arms thrown over shoulders and waists. She pushed her sex against him, rubbing it up along his thigh while his erection pressed into her belly. Their bodies heated from the sliding of skin, and grinding of hips. Roderich explored her neck with his mouth and found the way her full body shuttered against his own intoxicating. While he tortured her skin, she contented herself with worshipping his free hand. It was simply impossible to get enough and she licked each finger while her hips continued to thrust against his. Oh god she felt like such a deviant sucking harshly on his thumb as he bit her skin and made her thighs slippery with her wetness.
When he felt her hand lightly playing with the head of his erection he felt himself close to the edge. It was such a light, teasing touch, but they were her fingers, dancing over the sensitive head and she was still taking his fingers into her mouth with obvious enjoyment and it was going to end before it began if they were not careful. Then she was not torturing, by guiding him in to her wet heat. Slowly the head eased inside her tight welcoming cunt and he couldn't stop the choked cry that was pulled from his throat. She hissed as he slowly filled her and enjoyed the tight slide of her vagina accommodating him. He rolled onto his back when she gently pushed on his chest and she followed him, rising above his body to rest on his hips, filled with his pulsing organ.
She rose and fell, working her hips to feel the cock sliding out deliciously, only to be completely full of it again. It felt so good, so hot and exciting as she rode him slowly, savoring the feel of him before his impending release.
His jaw was slack and his eyes glazed with pleasure as he watched her. It felt so good, so indescribably good. Hot, wet, tight, her. He looked up and there she was, riding him. Her breasts bounced in time with her rhythm and her thighs twisting, belly fluttering as she moved. She suddenly bit back a moan and it was then that he realized he was thrusting up into her. So beautiful, taking all of him in her tight body. So tight, and her, his beautiful liebe. His hips snapped rapidly as he held onto her hips and then it was too much, so good, not enough.
"Beta!" he panted as he spilled his seed in her body.
She shivered, finding a strange satisfaction in taking his release inside of her. Slowly she rolled her hips during the aftershocks and then finally stopped to let him catch his breath.
She needed to catch her breath too, and when she paused and stayed still in the quiet space she realized her heart was beating incredibly fast. There was nothing but the sounds of their breathing and the feel of a warm, sweaty body connected to her intimately.
Roderich continued to lay beneath her, looking spent. There was something erotic about it. His hair was so mussed compared with his usual careful hair style, his violet eyes were unfocused and dark, his body damp from exertion. God he was gorgeous after being freshly fucked.
"Come here," she whispered bending over once again and laying a kiss on his mouth that he eagerly returned. Then she gingerly lifted herself up and let his limp organ slip out of her so that she could lay beside him, propped up on her elbow.
She soothed a few sweaty strands of hair back from his face and rested her hand against his chest.
"Are you alright?" she murmured. Why he would be unwell after having an orgasm she didn't know. Maybe it was just the way he looked so adorable and not just a little vulnerable in the aftermath.
He nodded rapidly, and sighed.
"Schiebe," he murmured, breaking into a radiant smile as he chuckled quietly. It was uncharacteristic to see such a carefree smile on his face. She had never seen him do that, and to know that she had put that smile on his face made her feel powerful. That was satisfying.
"Kuss mich," Roderich whispered leaning forward to meet her mouth. He could hardly contain the feelings within him, and he simply had to kiss her. If he didn't occupy his mouth he might do something extremely foolish in his spent state like tell her of the love overflowing inside of him.
