Thank you for the reviews. And forgotmypassword, you had the same idea as me! I was going to do an endurance test for Alfred. Plus, everyone knows women have more stamina for this kind of thing…
I might need some ideas later on and I would love to have your opinions. Please review or PM me! ^^
Enjoy
~Ren
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, comprende?
Alfred was trembling. Of course later on he would deny it, but the truth was that he was. And he was majorly turned on by the look his partner was giving him. Alice, for her part, was smirking evilly. She had a plan. With sure movements, she sashayed up to the bed, slowly kissing America. "Mmmm, let's get you undressed," she murmured seductively, pulling away to give him a look filled with possessiveness and lust. America swallowed, a whimper almost coming out of his mouth. But he stopped it. After all, heroes don't whimper. England tutted mentally. She wanted him screaming her name by the end of the night. She continued with quickly and efficiently undressing him, tossing his clothes somewhere behind herself. The American was starting to feel a bit self conscious. It didn't help that his girlfriend's gaze scoured every inch of him. Alice smirked, shedding her own clothes as well before giving the man a deep kiss. I am so glad he's mine; she thought, pleased as she took over the kiss and slipped her tongue into his mouth. He moaned, opening his mouth wider as he fought back. Of course the woman immediately subdued him with a well placed stroke to his erection and then taking control. The male nation was so absorbed in the kiss that he didn't notice Alice's hand creeping away from him, until-
Ka-click.
Both of the lovers looked up towards the male nation's hands, one with horror and one with glee. He was handcuffed. He was handcuffed. Why was he handcuffed? Alice gave a self satisfied smirk, getting off the bed.
"Where are you going? Alice, you better not be leaving me like this," growled the American, watching Alice walk to the closet. She threw him a grin over her shoulder, pulling out a bag.
"Oh don't worry, darling. I'm not going to hurt you…much," she replied, walking back to her bed partner with a smirk. She clamped a cock ring around the base of his erection with a grin and then supported his neck with pillows so he could see her properly if she went down on him. Yes, if. She had plans. America tugged at the handcuffs, surprised to find them holding strong. Why weren't they breaking? The woman gave another smirk. "Russia gave them to me. Said they can hold the strongest down," she informed him, standing back from the bed to admire her lover.
And admire she did. Alfred's hair was already messed up, his body was covered in a thin sheen off sweat and his face had a faint dusting of red. And to Alice it was perfection. The woman smirked some more before she searched the bag and pulled out some ropes, vibrators and a gag. She put the things down before moving to Alfred and giving him a small kiss as she tied his legs down. "You know, I find it highly offensive when you masturbate to some other woman while calling my name," she said huskily, checking the ropes. They would hold. America watched her with wide eyes.
"I was waiting for you and I got hard by your voice. Shouldn't you be happy I was saying your name and not some other woman's?"
For his reply he received a bite on his neck. England continued with kissing down his neck slowly, avoiding the spots she knew would make him feel good. In return, America twisted and writhed, trying to get her where he wanted. It wasn't working so far. "Alice!" he moaned out, wriggling and pouting. The woman pulled back, narrowing her eyes.
"It seems like I forgot to mention something. You cannot, under any circumstances, request anything of me," she said sharply, glaring at her lover. He had a slightly fearful look in his eyes. "Do I make myself clear?" Alfred nodded quickly; surprised at the dominating tone the woman had taken. But then again, she had been a pirate at a certain time too. And she must have dominated other men in the past. Just how, he didn't really want to know. The island nation gave a smug look and planted a quick kiss on her male counterpart's chest, pausing to flick her tongue over one of his nipples. Except for a long drawn out moan and a few muffled curses, there was nothing that was her answer. She smiled a bit. Good. He's a fast learner. England continued moving down, devouring his whole chest as she made her way down to his erection. She completely bypassed it and moved to his thighs instead, ignoring the growl of protest. "Alice…" came the slightly frustrated and mostly pleading word. She looked up, smirking as she licked his thigh, quite near where e wanted her to be.
"Yes?" she asked, not stopping her ministrations or moving her gaze as she bit down and left a mark. The American groaned, trying to arch up but unable to move.
"I-I w-wan-was going to tell you I love your mouth," he stammered out, cursing himself for almost asking her to lick him. She gave him a slightly offended look but smirked nonetheless.
"Thank you, I guess." She grinned internally. Well, he's doing so well he deserves a reward, right? His cock was leaking precum profusely, and if he was in pain he didn't mention it. She slowly licked up the white liquid, delighting in the gasps and shudders and moans she was rewarded with. She moved away again, returning to breathing near his balls as she slowly licked the skin there, loving the way he attempted to writhe and come closer. Knowing she was tormenting him, Britain continued the slowly licks, so close yet so far, from where he wanted her to be.
"Is there something you want?" she purred, watching him carefully. Her boyfriend gasped, shuddering and groaning, his mouth open to let out the moans and his eyes hazy as they watched what she was doing.
"N-no-"
"Are you sure?"
There were just heavy breaths, interspersed with whimpering as she pulled away to lick her lips before returning to teasingly move around to his thighs. America moaned, wishing she would just take pity on him. His cock was dripping again, creating a small puddle on the sheets. "E-England…"
"What do you want me to do?" she asked breathily, letting her breath spill over the exposed organ and looked up. The America bucked his hips, trying to get the message across. The woman growled, gripping both his thighs and biting down on his thigh, making him cry out.
"TELL ME WHAT YOU BLOODY WANT ME TO DO, NOW!" She snapped.
"I WANT YOU TO FUCKING SUCK ME OFF!" He screamed, clenching his eyes shut. His girlfriend moved away victoriously.
"NO!" She said triumphantly, leaving him a mess of sweat and precum as she sat a bit further away. "I told you not to make any requests!" He whimpered. She did that on purpose. Alice gave him a dark look, picking up the vibrator and turning it on so the low buzz filled the room. "I guess I'll have to teach you a bloody lesson."
With that, she sat back comfortably, opening her legs so he had a good view. First, with a finger, she checked herself, delicately holding up the glistening finger to examine before slowly licking her fingers clean. Her boyfriend was completely still, panting as he watched her with wide eyes. She hummed and dropped her hand to the vibrator; guiding it into herself and thrusting it in one go. She let out a breathy cry, arching her back and jutting her hips closer to him with one hand to support herself in her position. "Alfred!"
Alfred swallowed, trying to tear his eyes away. His erection was throbbing painfully and she wasn't making it any easier for him. But he kept on watching, marveling at the magnificent arch of her back, at the sweat covering her pale body in beautiful radiance, at the incredible way her hair was tousled and the absolutely, deliciously, sexy noises she was making. It made him all the more harder. And in pain. Alice let out another moan, thrusting the vibrator into herself faster. "Oh...god…Alfred- so go- fuck!" she whimpered, arching further and writhing as it touched the perfect spot. If there was one thing Alice learned, it was control. And so she internally controlled her orgasm, calming herself but externally continued faking it. She let out moans and gasps and panted, making her breasts bounce as she did so, and slowed down with her thrusts, leaving the vibrator in herself while she rested her hand. Alfred looked in pain, but he hadn't uttered a cheep yet. He gave her a look filled with lust, writhing and whimpering. "England," he moaned, trying to give her a look which said that he wanted to be released. The woman didn't pay attention, reaching out to stroke his firm abdomen before grabbing her own breast and squeezing, letting out a delighted yelp. Perfect. Alfred watched her helplessly, wanting to touch, and feel, and make her feel happy. But he was being denied. Was that even legal? It had to be against the law for someone to look so sexy and then torture someone else. And I am the hero, goddammit! I couldn't be trussed up and left like this, he protested internally, trying his hardest to break the handcuffs so he could grab her and pound her into the mattress. But, unfortunately, it seemed that Russia's promise seemed to hold true. He couldn't break them. America's thoughts were interrupted when he noticed England craning her neck down and licking her own nipple. His eyes rolled back with a groan, struggling more furiously. "I-Iggy! I'll do a-anything! J-just l-let me cum," he whimpered out, unable to bear watching her play with herself. She was skilled at winding him up like that. Alice took another slow lick of her nipple before lightly nipping it and then moaning. "A-any-bloody hell! - thing?" she asked, squirming against the vibrator before letting out a gasp as it brushed her clitoris. America moaned, staring at the vibrator as it slipped a bit out of her. Alice moved away from the sex toy, straddling America and finally, finally, grinding herself against him. The American let out a throaty groan, his cock twitching at the contact. It felt so good. So goddamn delicious, and perfect and- fuck! His girlfriend leaned down, her breath tickling his ear as she just breathed for a second, flicking her tongue out to lick the shell of his ear before grinning.
"I want you…to call me mistress."
There was a silence. Alfred replayed the words in his head, but it felt like she was saying them in slow motion. And to motivate him, she had raised herself away from his seeking hips. America blushed slightly, clenching his hands into fists and looking away. No way was he going to say something like-
"Oh gods!" He whipped his head around to see his girlfriend with two fingers inside herself and one hand using his chest for balance. He broke.
"Please! PLEASE! FUCK ME MISTRESS!" He cried out, writhing. Alice immediately dropped down, kissing him (though it was more like invading his mouth), grinding against him before pulling away with a gasp and impaling herself on him, throwing her head back in a cry of pleasure. He fingers fumbled with the cock ring while her heat clamped down on him.
Good gods she was already orgasming! Alfred keened, feeling the pressure leave his cock. And he orgasmed. Hard. His vision went blank as he let out a shout, shooting burst after burst into his lover as she rode him into oblivion.
"ALFRED!" Alice screamed, her second orgasm reaching new heights as she contracted around him. This was better than what I had in mind, she thought hazily. Beneath her, Alfred didn't seem to be running out of semen yet.
"OH FUCK! MISTRESS!" He yelled out, tugging at his cuffs viciously as he came, panting and cursing as his orgasm descended and he fell limp. England moaned and fell on top of him, not bothering to move as he went soft inside her.
"Alfred?" she asked quietly. Getting no response, she sat up, sliding off her lover and studying his face. He seemed to have passed out. She shrugged, slowly uncuffing him and flopping back down next to her partner. Alfred opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. England noticed and gently poked him, gazing at him as she covered them with the blankets.
"You okay?"
America turned his head, his glasses askew and a glazed look in his eyes. His cheeks were still flushed red and his hair was more tousled than ever. And England was proud of it. She leaned in and gave him a small kiss, taking his glasses off and setting them on the bed side cabinet.
"I think this is the best day of my life. Hell, I can't even move anymore."
Alice smirked and nuzzled his cheek. "Good, you wanker. And don't you forget it either."
So, what do you guys think? Should I have described it more? And what about those ideas people? I'm thinking I might even add some chapters of America being the dominating one. But I don't know… Reviews would be lovely!
~Ren
