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Part 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of its characters. I'm also not making any money off of this.
Cherry Pie
By Cyrelia J
Part 3
He knew every one of her sensitive areas and ruthlessly exploited them from Nunavet to Halifax.
“Oh god...god no s-st- ahahaha!” She laughed in spite of herself feeling a trickle of wetness escape her closed legs as she did. Realization dawned on her then with an insidious clarity. He wouldn’t... No he wouldn’t dare... She told herself that as his fingers were everywhere on her already sensitive body. She half laughed half sobbed as he tickled her relentlessly and as his hands skirted her hip she felt another dribble down her right leg. sonofabitchsonofa- ohfuckinghellwhywashetouchingthat?! He’d released her arm and pulled her back against him by the waist. She felt his cock, still hard -jesus, was that pervert getting turned on?- against her ass and she shook and nearly doubled over as he tickled her stomach.
His other hand had moved between her legs, rubbing over her leaking piss hole, teasing her clit. She shook her head back and forth violently and struggled harder. He held her closer and she whimpered.
“Ah ah ah,” he taunted her as his thumb circled the swollen nub. She focused on the textured green wall, feeling her heart racing. Oh god he was really going to do it. He was really going to make her piss herself!
“Al...” she begged, her left leg stepping out just slightly. She hadn’t even realized he’d stopped tickling her until that arm around her midsection squeezed. She mewled in desperation. “Please...”
“Would you piss yourself for Arthur?” he asked lightly, grinning wide now that he was back in control. He squeezed just a little harder while stroking her. His index and middle finger teased and tickled her sensitive folds. She continued to shake her head pushing back against him to relieve the pressure on her bladder. His erection pressed hard against her ass and her legs trembled even more. She wasn’t sure she’d still be standing if he wasn’t holding her up but fuck he was strong enough for both of them.
“Would you piss yourself for Yong Soo? For any other nation you’ve been spreading your legs for?” She might have pointed out that she did her fair share of leg spreading as a man too but that was hardly at the forefront of her thoughts as she was trying to hold back the floodgates. She could feel the pressure building up and it wasn’t entirely from the urge to pee. He was practically growling, rutting against her from behind, squeezing her harder. He was a man possessed like she'd never seen him before. It was different from when she was a guy. She didn’t know why it was different but she did know that he hadn't ever looked at her like that before today; she'd always wished like hell that he would.
“Never,” she gasped not even sure now that she wanted him to let go.
A flash of the last world conference passed though her thoughts.
Canada had straightened the collar of the worn tan suit with a huff. Prussia had slapped his ass before being drug out the door by the ear courtesy of surprisingly possessive Austria. He'd winked seeming rather satisfied with the result. Canada had glared after him. He'd looked to America busily talking cars with Germany and he'd stormed over giving him a shove.
"Hey!" Ignored as always he drew himself up again and said louder, "Alfred, dammit I'm not invisible!"That had only garnered the same response and of course it wasn't until they'd all left that he'd cornered America and chewed him out.
"The entire time, Al! His hand, my thigh! His mouth, my neck!" Christ even Austria had shown more of a reaction! “Gawd, Mattie, you’re such a girl, you shoulda just told him to fuck off.”
"That's it? He harasses me the entire meeting and that's it?!"
"Yeah bro, you really need to grow a pair."
Canada had keyed his rental car for that one. “I guess you should’ve gotten the insurance after all, Al,” was the cheerful and completely unrepentant answer to his near coronary.
“This pussy is mine,” she heard him say bringing her back to the present with a vengeance. She couldn’t seem to stop the way her heart raced at the declaration and that ridiculously strong arm encircling her. Feeling another small trickle of piss, she squirmed again in his grasp. Her body thrummed in his possession and she shook her head as he continued to play her: as he squeezed her harder. I don't want... oh god... yes... want me Al... Her hands had gone to her waist with the intent of pulling him off, but she merely held on as if she were falling, whimpering and sobbing as she released.
Canada wasn’t sure if she came before of after she pissed herself but the entire time America held her tight, his hand drenched from the hot fluid. She felt it run down her legs and moaned as it splashed her shoes and the wood floor below. The heated stream seemed endless and her nails dug into his forearm as her body spasmed and rode the high her bladder emptying with such a blissful rush. Her hips pushed into his hand which still hadn’t moved every brush of contact a hot white crack to her nerves and she thought he said “that’s it, baby, do it for daddy,” and she answered him mindlessly “god yes yes daddy,” in an ecstatic rush of breath. She wasn’t sure she’d ever come that hard before, come, piss, and whatever else intermingling as it wet her bare legs. She'd have fallen if he hadn't held her.
America shuddered against her, savoring every inch of her against him, pushing against her ass and moaning as he felt her body tighten. He felt the wetness of his own cock leaking precome anew inside his jeans in response. He continued to squeeze and milk every last drop out of her. Can they do that to you, Mattie? Fuck you’re so hot like this... He felt her boneless and nearly limp, easily holding her weight as she gasped and panted for breath.
“You still gonna deny it?” he asked ever so lightly rushing her hypersensitive clit making her keen and twist. “That you belong to me?”
America chuckled as she straightened up, fought to control herself, and let go of him. She was still panting and his arm moved from the tight grip on her waist up higher, possessively groping her left tit. His other hand lifted, wet and still warm and as those dripping fingers came towards her she thought he was going to make her lick it off. The sharp almost bitter smell made her wrinkle her nose. She was about to tell him off when she heard the faint thhp of him sucking the warm salty piss from his fingers. Christ, I shouldn’t be aroused by that...She blinked a few times, still trying to catch her breath and couldn’t help but smirk where he couldn’t see.
“You think… just because you put your dick in something… that makes it yours?” The challenge.
He paused grinning cheerfully. The salty sour had a definite sugar bend to it; she must’ve done the old Sugar Smacks for dinner deal before leaving. Still underestimating me are you? You’re cute, Mattie.
“Fuck yeah, it does!” he exclaimed satisfied as he finished cleaning himself off. Do you really believe that? You’re gonna stand there and lick the taste of me off your hand like you can’t get enough and tell yourself that you’re the one in control. You’re cute, Al.
“I can choose to submit to you,” she purred. “But you can’t make me submit.”
“I thought I just did,” he countered.
“You made me come,” parry.
“I made you call me daddy,” riposte.
“I made you lose control,” finish.
His hands roughly squeezed her tits together and she pushed against him in spite of herself. That darker tone flickered through his voice again like a phantom. “You’re mine, and if I have to fuck you hard enough tonight that you don’t forget it I will.”
“Is that a promise?” She looked over her shoulder at him, her violet eyes dark with excitement. They widened almost comically when he suddenly moved his hands and literally swept her off her feet into his arms ignoring the wetness of her legs as she squirmed.
“I don’t make promises, bro,” he declared with his usual exuberance. “I make history.”
“Aren’t you going to at least throw a towel over that?” She asked practically as he started to carry her towards the doorway closest to the stairs. He rolled his eyes. Jeez, Mattie, way to break the mood.”
“Al,” she slapped his arm.
“Alright alright.” He set her down annoyed and ducked into the bathroom to grab a towel. America turned on the light and almost had a heart attack when he thought he saw a ghost. Not for the first time he forgot that damn wall fountain was there and made what must have been the fiftieth mental note to put the thing somewhere else; it was hard to take a piss with a lion’s head staring at you. Canada took that time to finally remove the uncomfortable heels with a sigh.
“Okay, we’re good, let’s go,” he hurried in a rush, literally throwing the beige towel down on the floor and grabbing for her. She ducked under him with a disapproving click of her tongue. Really, they were in a recession; he didn’t need to be replacing or resurfacing the floor.
“It’ll take two seconds Al, think you can wait that long?” she teased before kneeling down and making to clean up the large wet spot more thoroughly.
America watched her as she worked, toeing his sneakers off against the wall and removing his socks. He threw the careworn sneakers into the entryway next to the thoughtful shoerack Japan had bought for him. The shredded T shirt was next. Her words played back in his mind as he watched that thick apple bottom sway back and forth. He palmed at his crotch, cock still hard as fucking diamond, trying to relieve some of the ache. Could nations die of blue balls? He licked his lips as she leaned forward even more on her hands and knees exposing everything. He could see her wet pink slit slightly open for him: could see the drying wet on her legs, the thick white that was starting to pool anew-or maybe it had never stopped, who the hell cared- at the entrance of her pussy. Can I wait that long? Maybe? Do I want to? Hell no! He sank to his knees behind her quietly, unzipping his jeans, and once more freeing his trapped erection. He was amused at how focused she was. Really, he had far better uses for that attention.
Canada wiped up what must’ve been the last of it when she suddenly felt his large hands on her hips. She swore as he pulled her backwards in a swift effortless motion, and her elbows hit the floor, ass high in the air as if being served up as an offering.
“Dammit can’t you h-ha... ah ah! She automatically tensed from the surprise of the action. America hissed in pleasure as that massive cockhead forced her wide open past that sweet, tightness. She was so hot inside, her internal temperature raised from her arousal and that single degree was the difference between wet warmth and heavenly torrid walls. The pads of her fingers dug into the floor as he pulled out and pushed back inside again far slower and god his cock felt endless when he did that.
America’s hands trembled on her hips, his head back as he susserated out in a rush “fuckfuckfuck” cause damn she was so tight he didn’t think he’d get it in again but she was still soaking wet and it felt so fucking good forcing her open. He gave her ass a hard smack and moaned again as she tensed and tightened around him. Those needy high pitch whines made him shiver. He felt huge inside her and the deeper he went the more she made those hot velvety muscles contract so he’d feel even bigger inside. Both of his hands were on her ass now and he alternated between squeezing her cheeks together even tighter and spreading them wide so she’d be bared even further. He still wasn’t all the way inside, a good inch still exposed and god he just couldn’t stand it.
America closed his eyes and fuck it was so hard to think of all the different times and ways they’d fucked to know just how far he could push her like this. It really only took him a moment to remember but it seemed like fucking forever. Canada, in that brief interval turned her head to the side, braced herself, and raised that lovely ass even higher reminding him wordlessly, that yes, this angle was just fine and please do it deep and hard. C’mon, America, manifest destiny’s in your blood and I know you want every bit of this uncharted territory He took the cue, determined to take what was his after being denied so many times. The head of his cock met that resistance once more and he growled deep in his throat. His hips snapped quickly as he hit bottom as she called it and he felt the give little by little, felt her pussy retract so wonderfully it was like his cock was made just for her. He was so close to being fully seated it was unbearable; goddammit the few millimeters of denim keeping him from being completely and utterly buried inside her were too much.
One hand lingering on the small of her back possessively he pulled out and then cursed, fumbled, and worked the rest of his jeans down past his hips. With an annoyed huff at the confining bunched fabric, he worked them the rest of the way off rather impressed at his own flexibility. She was about to ask him what he was doing back there when he tugged the slip of a dress up and slapped her ass again.
“Off.” He didn’t even wait for her to comply, simply leaned over and pulled it up past her stomach, past her tits, his moist cock sliding up and down the crack of her ass as he worked. She moved her head and arms lest she get pulled along with it, spitting the errant disheveled strands of blonde hair from her mouth.
Those heavy tits swung freely as she raised herself up on her arms again, catching her breath, pushing back against him panting.
“Do you want me to go even deeper, Mattie?” he asked stroking the insides of her forearms lightly. Her breath hitched as the nerves danced beneath his fingertips, her hands quivering.
“Do you really have to ask?” she whispered almost embarrassed at how needy she sounded, the color of her face bright. You just get off on making me say all these dirty things, don’t you? He laughed softly and slapped her right tit making her yelp loving the loud smack on her pale flesh. She squeaked when he pulled her back by the shoulders. America easily moved the weight of her upper body and Canada let him reposition her to straddle him, her silky damp thighs over his: strong and tan and so fucking male with a dusting of semi coarse hair rubbing against her. His wide hands slid down encircling her smaller wrists, and he held her arms back as if they were reigns. She shifted against him, her wet heat seeking out his cock hovering over it teasing, torturing herself even as she tortured him.
Her lower abdomen thrummed, her pussy throbbed above his cock pulsing with want and she felt his forehead pressed to her back, his breathing fast and heavy. Move, God move. The air around him was raw with her arousal, her release, her sweat, her skin was moist with perspiration and Texas had a faint beading of dew as well. He pressed his lips to her back and licked, mouthing her smooth, pale skin rewarded when she lowered herself little by little, inch by agonizing inch with those strong legs. Canada bit her lip, her head bowed, stomach clenching with anticipation and want as she let herself savor the thickness of him driving up deeper and deeper. Yesyesyes. Her pussy drew him in so tight she could feel the foreskin on his cock slide back until he was buried to the root and even then she let her legs slip apart just a fraction wider, opening herself up until she didn’t think she could take any more.
Beneath her, America’s hips moved in small slow circles and god he was so fucking impatient before why the hell couldn’t he go faster now?! Didn’t he want to come? Cause she sure did and she squirmed on his lap and mewled and let those needy pleas escape her throat with abandon. He continued to tease and torture her, flexing his pelvic muscles, the hard length of his shaft feeling like it was getting even bigger with every swelling undulation. The way his hands held her arms back and taut she couldn’t move anywhere but down and closer to him without his permission and a fission shook her spine at that realization. She whined again straining against him this time and he pulled his head back admiring the glisten of sweat on her body, the cording of her strong triceps and deltoids as she strained defiantly him, and the way her neck curved gracefully, her head bowed in pitiful desperation.
“Al… please, god, please,” she begged having no idea how his own arms trembled just faintly from holding her back and no idea how excited he was that only he could hold her like this. 'Cause whatever fucking England might have done he couldn’t hold Canada back like this the way he could when she was a colony. Not like America could, and not for the first time he found himself wishing that her male self would make him fight for it like this just fucking once. Male Canada was a goddamn deer; terrifying when backed into a corner but he’d sooner turn away than engage. America loved the bites and scratches he would bestow upon him but he damn sure didn’t make America work for it: make him feel this powerful when he finally achieved dominance.
God. Mmm now that has an even nicer ring to it than hero. He took pity on her, moving his hips just a little bit faster, and he could feel her push back onto his cock as if she were trying to pull his entire self into her.
“Please… please… let me…” she trailed off, her legs shaking. Her nerves were humming; she needed to move. She needed to fuck herself on his cock and she needed her fingers on her clit because it was aching so much again cause god coming just once was never enough. Not when they’d hardly even begun and he was holding back like he was trying to prove to her innermost thoughts how wrong she was about being in control. Her thighs were slick as they straddled his, the sweat intermingling with the sticky half dried piss into something thick and raw and she hated and loved the reminder of the power he held over her. The autumn breeze from the open window was nothing against their feverish skin: a brief balm to a burn deep down to the muscle.
“Beg me,” he said voice more strained than he would’ve liked. Fuck, Mattie beg me already. Beg me so I can let go. “I know you can do better than that, baby.” He pulled her arms back painfully. He could’ve pulled them both from their sockets so easily and she half sobbed as his motions never did still beneath her. It hurt. It hurt so damn good it almost made her see stars and for one wild moment of insanity she was tempted to pull even harder because fuck if his monstrous strength hadn’t always been the most amazing intoxicating thing about him after those baby blues and luscious mouth. And yet he denied her that pleasure too, following her motions perfectly, the balance of pressure shifting back to homeostasis but slow enough that she couldn’t move on his cock properly. Oh baby, I’ll never break you. He’d bend her until she was torn between wanting to come and wanting to die but he’d never break her.
He squeezed her wrists tighter because she if wanted to hurt but not submit; she’d feel it on his terms. Dammit you hateful stubborn bitch, beg me already.
“Hah...haa... ah ah...” The pressure on her bones stole her very breath and he felt the slow trickle of her hot lubrication intermingled with his own copious precome squeeze out around the base of his cock. She hunched over biting her lip until it turned white not wanting him to win and maybe God just maybe if she wriggled the right way or shifted just so with the way his cock was pulsing inside her she could just-
“Beg me like you begged Arthur you little slut,” he said not caring if she could hear the urgency in his tone. I know you begged that perverted old fucker too because Arthur is a goddamn sadistic motherfucker who can’t get it up unless you’re on your knees begging him for that miserable little shriveled tool he calls a dick damn you Matthew WHYDIDYOULETHIMFUCKYOU?!
She shut her eyes even though England was the last damn thing she wanted to think about right now.
"C'mon y' dirty litt'l wench," he demanded sounding exactly like England, "Beg us for it, yeah?" Somehow, just somehow in that moment what he asked seemed to be the most blessed command and through the delirious pressure he was putting on her, the denial of her pleasure she answered. She felt as if she were right back with England because he too always gave her such wonderful pain when they were together and he didn’t give a damn if she was a woman or not when he put that pristine penny loafer to her spine and wrenched her head back with a fistful of hair.
“Please daddy, please fuck me daddy. Make it hurt daddy, God I love you daddy; better than anyone daddy. I love your cock, daddy. I love you fucking me, daddy. Please, daddydaddydaddy...” She didn’t stop when he released her wrists. He held her hips so tight his fingers had to be leaving bruises. There was no telling what was stronger in that moment: him slamming her down on his cock or her own heedless attempts to impale herself as deep as it would go.
Canada hardly even noticed the tug of her full tits bouncing and slapping with the rush of their pace. She’d shut her eyes so she could feel the delicious dizziness their frantic motions caused and she could swear the northern lights were dancing behind her eyelids. She almost fell when America released her waist for that fraction of a second before catching her again, the generous expanse of his palms moving to her stomach. The calloused pads of his fingers explored the taut ridges of her abdominal muscles searching. He knew on the most basic intellectual level that it was physically impossible, but fuck he could swear if he tried he’d feel the swollen knob of his cock pushing out the front of her he was swallowed up inside so thoroughly.
She spasmed from the questing touches, her muscles contracting involuntarily from the stimulation; it fucking tickled. At this moment though the her brain seemed unable to process the sensations into a proper laugh and instead she cried out louder, screaming his name in a half sing of “Aaaal!” She clutched at his hands, her nails digging into the backs and he hissed and bit her on the shoulder. Canada let one hand go, and feeling herself so close she moved her right hand down, the lightest contact even on her lower stomach reaching those sensitive nerves making her movements erratic and tight. It was then he tightened his grip, forcing her body to be still once more on top of his, and her fingers just now sliding to that engorged nub paused as well. “What... what are you?”
“Don’t touch yourself,” he ordered with a tiny smile. “Trust me...” You won’t need to.
Her face was hot she he spoke, her hands dropping to rest on her quivering thighs. Fuck, she obeyed so wonderfully when he had her on the edge like this. His large hands stole to her tits, hot, flushed, and damp with sweat; God he’d been neglecting these large tracts of land for too long. Even with his generous hands, the soft, sweaty flesh was still forced out between his fingers as he squeezed. He didn’t start out rough but as she squirmed and begged and shuddered on top of him he kneaded them in earnest, pushing them together, lifting them, letting them fall and quiver just so each time. He loved to feel their heaviness and weight and he loved to hear her half sobbing as he worked. His thumbs circled her large areola and he could feel her tighten reflexively around him as he rubbed her nipples.
Canada had been embarrassed when she’d first changed saying that no woman she’d ever slept with had nipples quite that long. America had snorted- they weren’t abnormal or anything… jeez!- and said that in his vast experience (mostly porn watching) they were perfectly fine. More than fine actually; they were perfect for sucking on and so fucking sensitive. He pinched those hard nubs and squeezed, feeling her squeeze him in turn. Her hands, seeking purchase since the bastard didn’t want her bringing herself off, threaded through her sweat dampened hair, tangling and twisting. Her lips were pressed together tightly trying so hard to keep from wailing and crying out. He took that challenge and squeezed harder and she felt her entire lower half convulse and push as he pulled.
America tugged, stretching pink nipples taut, squeezing them a darker blush of mauve, loving every moment of the frenzied vociferations he forced from her throat. Her legs locked in place as she felt that apex, felt herself burn hotter, her clit feeling as if it were full to bursting. She was so hot inside he’d have sworn she was feverish and as she came he felt that amazing fucking pushing. Her pussy was a wonderful torment, drawing tighter and tighter while trying to push him out all at once but her own weight and her thighs taut, drawing together holding on for dear life kept him held in place. It was too much and she finally opened her mouth, singing to the fucking heavens.
Canada was screaming like she was being murdered and America had a feeling he’d be hearing an earful from Miss Bonnie in the morning but as long as the old woman didn’t call the cops like the last time or come banging on the door in that old housecoat, they were good. He released his grip on her tits as she begun to relax, remembering how sensitive her nipples usually got; he didn’t need an accidental (at least he was pretty sure it was) elbow to the face like the last time. His cock felt like it was about to explode, and as she leaned forward, mouth slack, breathing hard, his large hands traced the curve of her slender waist once more to the wide flare of her hips; good breeding hips, Miss Karen had said to her mortification.
Oh but it was definitely true, just not the same way his neighbor would ever imagine. America thrilled at the thought of thousands of American immigrants opening up her borders, filling her cities, invading her vitals regions, oh god he was gonna come. His balls ached, heavy in their sac and as he felt them draw up, felt like when he came he’d never stop.
“Please… comeinmeAl,” she hurried out in a rush, bonelessly tilting backwards and those four little words made him erupt and made his spine fission outward in a shower of parallel nerve impulses, one picking up where the every other left off.
His cock surged, the warm fluid rushing out of him like a damn bursting. He held her still as he filled her pussy with his thick come and with no where else to flood in her full tightness, eventually it trickled out around the root of his flagging hardness. His cheek pressed to her shoulder blade as he caught his breath, America licked his dry lips and let go of her hips. She sighed in post coital contentment before slowly crawling off of his lap. America watched her with bright eyes as she moved catlike off of him, looked like she was putting on a damn show with her unconsciously sensual movements.
“Mmm, fuck yeah,” he breathed as he watched his come seeping out of her, soft inner thighs sticky with his seed. An idea struck him and a wide grin split his face.
“Hey Mattie.” She looked warily over her shoulder at the devious tone he’d adopted.
“Yeah, Al?” She sat back on her knees, wiggling a little as she felt his come pushing out of her.
“Turn over,” he said crawling over and shoving her on her back. She squawked indignantly as she hit the ground, legs splayed, glaring up at him.
“Y’know, jerk if you’re just gonna manhandle me anyway you don’t need to… what are you doing?” she readjusted Quebec watching him warily over the frames as she sat up on her elbows. He ducked his head with an exaggerated “tsk” and worked his left shoulder under her right thigh holding it. His right hand moved under her other leg and beneath her back.
“I saw this on red tube the other day,” and she briefly recalled that the last time he’d said those words they both ended up with injuries that would’ve hospitalized a normal human.
“Uh Al maybe we should just wa-augh!” She screamed- rather girlishly to her dismay- as he shifted his weight back and lifted her up straight into the air ohmyfuckinggoddon’tyoudaredropme… Canada panicked for a moment before realizing that in fact he had a rather firm grip on her. She thanked god for the nine foot ceilings and looked down in bemusement. Her right thigh was slung over his left shoulder and when she let her left foot rest on his right bicep she found the position oddly comfortable.
America looked disgustingly satisfied with himself and she scowled as he talked more to her vagina than her.
“You see, bro, it’s a good thing I’m here.”
She blew her bangs out of her eyes and sighed. “And why’s that oh great U S of A?” That stupid smirk was still on his face and he smacked his lips rather obnoxiously.
“Because… you would’ve let all this go to waste.” He punctuated the statement with a series of enthusiastic swipes to the mess on her inner thigh and her breath hitched. America thought she smelled even better now that his own chlorinated scent was mixed with hers and his cock was starting to stir to life again with a fury.
Fuck, you taste so good. His mouth moved quickly from one leg to the other, lapping and sucking the soft sticky skin with a moan. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he worked, and Canada whimpered softly, amazed and aroused all at once by how strongly he held her His muscles didn’t quiver in the slightest from strain, settled as if he were holding nothing but air. She had a brief flash of him doing pushups with England on his back and thought that like Atlas he would hold the weight of the world upon those broad shoulders. Atlas shrugged; America licked pussy.
By Cyrelia J
Part 3
He knew every one of her sensitive areas and ruthlessly exploited them from Nunavet to Halifax.
“Oh god...god no s-st- ahahaha!” She laughed in spite of herself feeling a trickle of wetness escape her closed legs as she did. Realization dawned on her then with an insidious clarity. He wouldn’t... No he wouldn’t dare... She told herself that as his fingers were everywhere on her already sensitive body. She half laughed half sobbed as he tickled her relentlessly and as his hands skirted her hip she felt another dribble down her right leg. sonofabitchsonofa- ohfuckinghellwhywashetouchingthat?! He’d released her arm and pulled her back against him by the waist. She felt his cock, still hard -jesus, was that pervert getting turned on?- against her ass and she shook and nearly doubled over as he tickled her stomach.
His other hand had moved between her legs, rubbing over her leaking piss hole, teasing her clit. She shook her head back and forth violently and struggled harder. He held her closer and she whimpered.
“Ah ah ah,” he taunted her as his thumb circled the swollen nub. She focused on the textured green wall, feeling her heart racing. Oh god he was really going to do it. He was really going to make her piss herself!
“Al...” she begged, her left leg stepping out just slightly. She hadn’t even realized he’d stopped tickling her until that arm around her midsection squeezed. She mewled in desperation. “Please...”
“Would you piss yourself for Arthur?” he asked lightly, grinning wide now that he was back in control. He squeezed just a little harder while stroking her. His index and middle finger teased and tickled her sensitive folds. She continued to shake her head pushing back against him to relieve the pressure on her bladder. His erection pressed hard against her ass and her legs trembled even more. She wasn’t sure she’d still be standing if he wasn’t holding her up but fuck he was strong enough for both of them.
“Would you piss yourself for Yong Soo? For any other nation you’ve been spreading your legs for?” She might have pointed out that she did her fair share of leg spreading as a man too but that was hardly at the forefront of her thoughts as she was trying to hold back the floodgates. She could feel the pressure building up and it wasn’t entirely from the urge to pee. He was practically growling, rutting against her from behind, squeezing her harder. He was a man possessed like she'd never seen him before. It was different from when she was a guy. She didn’t know why it was different but she did know that he hadn't ever looked at her like that before today; she'd always wished like hell that he would.
“Never,” she gasped not even sure now that she wanted him to let go.
A flash of the last world conference passed though her thoughts.
Canada had straightened the collar of the worn tan suit with a huff. Prussia had slapped his ass before being drug out the door by the ear courtesy of surprisingly possessive Austria. He'd winked seeming rather satisfied with the result. Canada had glared after him. He'd looked to America busily talking cars with Germany and he'd stormed over giving him a shove.
"Hey!" Ignored as always he drew himself up again and said louder, "Alfred, dammit I'm not invisible!"That had only garnered the same response and of course it wasn't until they'd all left that he'd cornered America and chewed him out.
"The entire time, Al! His hand, my thigh! His mouth, my neck!" Christ even Austria had shown more of a reaction! “Gawd, Mattie, you’re such a girl, you shoulda just told him to fuck off.”
"That's it? He harasses me the entire meeting and that's it?!"
"Yeah bro, you really need to grow a pair."
Canada had keyed his rental car for that one. “I guess you should’ve gotten the insurance after all, Al,” was the cheerful and completely unrepentant answer to his near coronary.
“This pussy is mine,” she heard him say bringing her back to the present with a vengeance. She couldn’t seem to stop the way her heart raced at the declaration and that ridiculously strong arm encircling her. Feeling another small trickle of piss, she squirmed again in his grasp. Her body thrummed in his possession and she shook her head as he continued to play her: as he squeezed her harder. I don't want... oh god... yes... want me Al... Her hands had gone to her waist with the intent of pulling him off, but she merely held on as if she were falling, whimpering and sobbing as she released.
Canada wasn’t sure if she came before of after she pissed herself but the entire time America held her tight, his hand drenched from the hot fluid. She felt it run down her legs and moaned as it splashed her shoes and the wood floor below. The heated stream seemed endless and her nails dug into his forearm as her body spasmed and rode the high her bladder emptying with such a blissful rush. Her hips pushed into his hand which still hadn’t moved every brush of contact a hot white crack to her nerves and she thought he said “that’s it, baby, do it for daddy,” and she answered him mindlessly “god yes yes daddy,” in an ecstatic rush of breath. She wasn’t sure she’d ever come that hard before, come, piss, and whatever else intermingling as it wet her bare legs. She'd have fallen if he hadn't held her.
America shuddered against her, savoring every inch of her against him, pushing against her ass and moaning as he felt her body tighten. He felt the wetness of his own cock leaking precome anew inside his jeans in response. He continued to squeeze and milk every last drop out of her. Can they do that to you, Mattie? Fuck you’re so hot like this... He felt her boneless and nearly limp, easily holding her weight as she gasped and panted for breath.
“You still gonna deny it?” he asked ever so lightly rushing her hypersensitive clit making her keen and twist. “That you belong to me?”
America chuckled as she straightened up, fought to control herself, and let go of him. She was still panting and his arm moved from the tight grip on her waist up higher, possessively groping her left tit. His other hand lifted, wet and still warm and as those dripping fingers came towards her she thought he was going to make her lick it off. The sharp almost bitter smell made her wrinkle her nose. She was about to tell him off when she heard the faint thhp of him sucking the warm salty piss from his fingers. Christ, I shouldn’t be aroused by that...She blinked a few times, still trying to catch her breath and couldn’t help but smirk where he couldn’t see.
“You think… just because you put your dick in something… that makes it yours?” The challenge.
He paused grinning cheerfully. The salty sour had a definite sugar bend to it; she must’ve done the old Sugar Smacks for dinner deal before leaving. Still underestimating me are you? You’re cute, Mattie.
“Fuck yeah, it does!” he exclaimed satisfied as he finished cleaning himself off. Do you really believe that? You’re gonna stand there and lick the taste of me off your hand like you can’t get enough and tell yourself that you’re the one in control. You’re cute, Al.
“I can choose to submit to you,” she purred. “But you can’t make me submit.”
“I thought I just did,” he countered.
“You made me come,” parry.
“I made you call me daddy,” riposte.
“I made you lose control,” finish.
His hands roughly squeezed her tits together and she pushed against him in spite of herself. That darker tone flickered through his voice again like a phantom. “You’re mine, and if I have to fuck you hard enough tonight that you don’t forget it I will.”
“Is that a promise?” She looked over her shoulder at him, her violet eyes dark with excitement. They widened almost comically when he suddenly moved his hands and literally swept her off her feet into his arms ignoring the wetness of her legs as she squirmed.
“I don’t make promises, bro,” he declared with his usual exuberance. “I make history.”
“Aren’t you going to at least throw a towel over that?” She asked practically as he started to carry her towards the doorway closest to the stairs. He rolled his eyes. Jeez, Mattie, way to break the mood.”
“Al,” she slapped his arm.
“Alright alright.” He set her down annoyed and ducked into the bathroom to grab a towel. America turned on the light and almost had a heart attack when he thought he saw a ghost. Not for the first time he forgot that damn wall fountain was there and made what must have been the fiftieth mental note to put the thing somewhere else; it was hard to take a piss with a lion’s head staring at you. Canada took that time to finally remove the uncomfortable heels with a sigh.
“Okay, we’re good, let’s go,” he hurried in a rush, literally throwing the beige towel down on the floor and grabbing for her. She ducked under him with a disapproving click of her tongue. Really, they were in a recession; he didn’t need to be replacing or resurfacing the floor.
“It’ll take two seconds Al, think you can wait that long?” she teased before kneeling down and making to clean up the large wet spot more thoroughly.
America watched her as she worked, toeing his sneakers off against the wall and removing his socks. He threw the careworn sneakers into the entryway next to the thoughtful shoerack Japan had bought for him. The shredded T shirt was next. Her words played back in his mind as he watched that thick apple bottom sway back and forth. He palmed at his crotch, cock still hard as fucking diamond, trying to relieve some of the ache. Could nations die of blue balls? He licked his lips as she leaned forward even more on her hands and knees exposing everything. He could see her wet pink slit slightly open for him: could see the drying wet on her legs, the thick white that was starting to pool anew-or maybe it had never stopped, who the hell cared- at the entrance of her pussy. Can I wait that long? Maybe? Do I want to? Hell no! He sank to his knees behind her quietly, unzipping his jeans, and once more freeing his trapped erection. He was amused at how focused she was. Really, he had far better uses for that attention.
Canada wiped up what must’ve been the last of it when she suddenly felt his large hands on her hips. She swore as he pulled her backwards in a swift effortless motion, and her elbows hit the floor, ass high in the air as if being served up as an offering.
“Dammit can’t you h-ha... ah ah! She automatically tensed from the surprise of the action. America hissed in pleasure as that massive cockhead forced her wide open past that sweet, tightness. She was so hot inside, her internal temperature raised from her arousal and that single degree was the difference between wet warmth and heavenly torrid walls. The pads of her fingers dug into the floor as he pulled out and pushed back inside again far slower and god his cock felt endless when he did that.
America’s hands trembled on her hips, his head back as he susserated out in a rush “fuckfuckfuck” cause damn she was so tight he didn’t think he’d get it in again but she was still soaking wet and it felt so fucking good forcing her open. He gave her ass a hard smack and moaned again as she tensed and tightened around him. Those needy high pitch whines made him shiver. He felt huge inside her and the deeper he went the more she made those hot velvety muscles contract so he’d feel even bigger inside. Both of his hands were on her ass now and he alternated between squeezing her cheeks together even tighter and spreading them wide so she’d be bared even further. He still wasn’t all the way inside, a good inch still exposed and god he just couldn’t stand it.
America closed his eyes and fuck it was so hard to think of all the different times and ways they’d fucked to know just how far he could push her like this. It really only took him a moment to remember but it seemed like fucking forever. Canada, in that brief interval turned her head to the side, braced herself, and raised that lovely ass even higher reminding him wordlessly, that yes, this angle was just fine and please do it deep and hard. C’mon, America, manifest destiny’s in your blood and I know you want every bit of this uncharted territory He took the cue, determined to take what was his after being denied so many times. The head of his cock met that resistance once more and he growled deep in his throat. His hips snapped quickly as he hit bottom as she called it and he felt the give little by little, felt her pussy retract so wonderfully it was like his cock was made just for her. He was so close to being fully seated it was unbearable; goddammit the few millimeters of denim keeping him from being completely and utterly buried inside her were too much.
One hand lingering on the small of her back possessively he pulled out and then cursed, fumbled, and worked the rest of his jeans down past his hips. With an annoyed huff at the confining bunched fabric, he worked them the rest of the way off rather impressed at his own flexibility. She was about to ask him what he was doing back there when he tugged the slip of a dress up and slapped her ass again.
“Off.” He didn’t even wait for her to comply, simply leaned over and pulled it up past her stomach, past her tits, his moist cock sliding up and down the crack of her ass as he worked. She moved her head and arms lest she get pulled along with it, spitting the errant disheveled strands of blonde hair from her mouth.
Those heavy tits swung freely as she raised herself up on her arms again, catching her breath, pushing back against him panting.
“Do you want me to go even deeper, Mattie?” he asked stroking the insides of her forearms lightly. Her breath hitched as the nerves danced beneath his fingertips, her hands quivering.
“Do you really have to ask?” she whispered almost embarrassed at how needy she sounded, the color of her face bright. You just get off on making me say all these dirty things, don’t you? He laughed softly and slapped her right tit making her yelp loving the loud smack on her pale flesh. She squeaked when he pulled her back by the shoulders. America easily moved the weight of her upper body and Canada let him reposition her to straddle him, her silky damp thighs over his: strong and tan and so fucking male with a dusting of semi coarse hair rubbing against her. His wide hands slid down encircling her smaller wrists, and he held her arms back as if they were reigns. She shifted against him, her wet heat seeking out his cock hovering over it teasing, torturing herself even as she tortured him.
Her lower abdomen thrummed, her pussy throbbed above his cock pulsing with want and she felt his forehead pressed to her back, his breathing fast and heavy. Move, God move. The air around him was raw with her arousal, her release, her sweat, her skin was moist with perspiration and Texas had a faint beading of dew as well. He pressed his lips to her back and licked, mouthing her smooth, pale skin rewarded when she lowered herself little by little, inch by agonizing inch with those strong legs. Canada bit her lip, her head bowed, stomach clenching with anticipation and want as she let herself savor the thickness of him driving up deeper and deeper. Yesyesyes. Her pussy drew him in so tight she could feel the foreskin on his cock slide back until he was buried to the root and even then she let her legs slip apart just a fraction wider, opening herself up until she didn’t think she could take any more.
Beneath her, America’s hips moved in small slow circles and god he was so fucking impatient before why the hell couldn’t he go faster now?! Didn’t he want to come? Cause she sure did and she squirmed on his lap and mewled and let those needy pleas escape her throat with abandon. He continued to tease and torture her, flexing his pelvic muscles, the hard length of his shaft feeling like it was getting even bigger with every swelling undulation. The way his hands held her arms back and taut she couldn’t move anywhere but down and closer to him without his permission and a fission shook her spine at that realization. She whined again straining against him this time and he pulled his head back admiring the glisten of sweat on her body, the cording of her strong triceps and deltoids as she strained defiantly him, and the way her neck curved gracefully, her head bowed in pitiful desperation.
“Al… please, god, please,” she begged having no idea how his own arms trembled just faintly from holding her back and no idea how excited he was that only he could hold her like this. 'Cause whatever fucking England might have done he couldn’t hold Canada back like this the way he could when she was a colony. Not like America could, and not for the first time he found himself wishing that her male self would make him fight for it like this just fucking once. Male Canada was a goddamn deer; terrifying when backed into a corner but he’d sooner turn away than engage. America loved the bites and scratches he would bestow upon him but he damn sure didn’t make America work for it: make him feel this powerful when he finally achieved dominance.
God. Mmm now that has an even nicer ring to it than hero. He took pity on her, moving his hips just a little bit faster, and he could feel her push back onto his cock as if she were trying to pull his entire self into her.
“Please… please… let me…” she trailed off, her legs shaking. Her nerves were humming; she needed to move. She needed to fuck herself on his cock and she needed her fingers on her clit because it was aching so much again cause god coming just once was never enough. Not when they’d hardly even begun and he was holding back like he was trying to prove to her innermost thoughts how wrong she was about being in control. Her thighs were slick as they straddled his, the sweat intermingling with the sticky half dried piss into something thick and raw and she hated and loved the reminder of the power he held over her. The autumn breeze from the open window was nothing against their feverish skin: a brief balm to a burn deep down to the muscle.
“Beg me,” he said voice more strained than he would’ve liked. Fuck, Mattie beg me already. Beg me so I can let go. “I know you can do better than that, baby.” He pulled her arms back painfully. He could’ve pulled them both from their sockets so easily and she half sobbed as his motions never did still beneath her. It hurt. It hurt so damn good it almost made her see stars and for one wild moment of insanity she was tempted to pull even harder because fuck if his monstrous strength hadn’t always been the most amazing intoxicating thing about him after those baby blues and luscious mouth. And yet he denied her that pleasure too, following her motions perfectly, the balance of pressure shifting back to homeostasis but slow enough that she couldn’t move on his cock properly. Oh baby, I’ll never break you. He’d bend her until she was torn between wanting to come and wanting to die but he’d never break her.
He squeezed her wrists tighter because she if wanted to hurt but not submit; she’d feel it on his terms. Dammit you hateful stubborn bitch, beg me already.
“Hah...haa... ah ah...” The pressure on her bones stole her very breath and he felt the slow trickle of her hot lubrication intermingled with his own copious precome squeeze out around the base of his cock. She hunched over biting her lip until it turned white not wanting him to win and maybe God just maybe if she wriggled the right way or shifted just so with the way his cock was pulsing inside her she could just-
“Beg me like you begged Arthur you little slut,” he said not caring if she could hear the urgency in his tone. I know you begged that perverted old fucker too because Arthur is a goddamn sadistic motherfucker who can’t get it up unless you’re on your knees begging him for that miserable little shriveled tool he calls a dick damn you Matthew WHYDIDYOULETHIMFUCKYOU?!
She shut her eyes even though England was the last damn thing she wanted to think about right now.
"C'mon y' dirty litt'l wench," he demanded sounding exactly like England, "Beg us for it, yeah?" Somehow, just somehow in that moment what he asked seemed to be the most blessed command and through the delirious pressure he was putting on her, the denial of her pleasure she answered. She felt as if she were right back with England because he too always gave her such wonderful pain when they were together and he didn’t give a damn if she was a woman or not when he put that pristine penny loafer to her spine and wrenched her head back with a fistful of hair.
“Please daddy, please fuck me daddy. Make it hurt daddy, God I love you daddy; better than anyone daddy. I love your cock, daddy. I love you fucking me, daddy. Please, daddydaddydaddy...” She didn’t stop when he released her wrists. He held her hips so tight his fingers had to be leaving bruises. There was no telling what was stronger in that moment: him slamming her down on his cock or her own heedless attempts to impale herself as deep as it would go.
Canada hardly even noticed the tug of her full tits bouncing and slapping with the rush of their pace. She’d shut her eyes so she could feel the delicious dizziness their frantic motions caused and she could swear the northern lights were dancing behind her eyelids. She almost fell when America released her waist for that fraction of a second before catching her again, the generous expanse of his palms moving to her stomach. The calloused pads of his fingers explored the taut ridges of her abdominal muscles searching. He knew on the most basic intellectual level that it was physically impossible, but fuck he could swear if he tried he’d feel the swollen knob of his cock pushing out the front of her he was swallowed up inside so thoroughly.
She spasmed from the questing touches, her muscles contracting involuntarily from the stimulation; it fucking tickled. At this moment though the her brain seemed unable to process the sensations into a proper laugh and instead she cried out louder, screaming his name in a half sing of “Aaaal!” She clutched at his hands, her nails digging into the backs and he hissed and bit her on the shoulder. Canada let one hand go, and feeling herself so close she moved her right hand down, the lightest contact even on her lower stomach reaching those sensitive nerves making her movements erratic and tight. It was then he tightened his grip, forcing her body to be still once more on top of his, and her fingers just now sliding to that engorged nub paused as well. “What... what are you?”
“Don’t touch yourself,” he ordered with a tiny smile. “Trust me...” You won’t need to.
Her face was hot she he spoke, her hands dropping to rest on her quivering thighs. Fuck, she obeyed so wonderfully when he had her on the edge like this. His large hands stole to her tits, hot, flushed, and damp with sweat; God he’d been neglecting these large tracts of land for too long. Even with his generous hands, the soft, sweaty flesh was still forced out between his fingers as he squeezed. He didn’t start out rough but as she squirmed and begged and shuddered on top of him he kneaded them in earnest, pushing them together, lifting them, letting them fall and quiver just so each time. He loved to feel their heaviness and weight and he loved to hear her half sobbing as he worked. His thumbs circled her large areola and he could feel her tighten reflexively around him as he rubbed her nipples.
Canada had been embarrassed when she’d first changed saying that no woman she’d ever slept with had nipples quite that long. America had snorted- they weren’t abnormal or anything… jeez!- and said that in his vast experience (mostly porn watching) they were perfectly fine. More than fine actually; they were perfect for sucking on and so fucking sensitive. He pinched those hard nubs and squeezed, feeling her squeeze him in turn. Her hands, seeking purchase since the bastard didn’t want her bringing herself off, threaded through her sweat dampened hair, tangling and twisting. Her lips were pressed together tightly trying so hard to keep from wailing and crying out. He took that challenge and squeezed harder and she felt her entire lower half convulse and push as he pulled.
America tugged, stretching pink nipples taut, squeezing them a darker blush of mauve, loving every moment of the frenzied vociferations he forced from her throat. Her legs locked in place as she felt that apex, felt herself burn hotter, her clit feeling as if it were full to bursting. She was so hot inside he’d have sworn she was feverish and as she came he felt that amazing fucking pushing. Her pussy was a wonderful torment, drawing tighter and tighter while trying to push him out all at once but her own weight and her thighs taut, drawing together holding on for dear life kept him held in place. It was too much and she finally opened her mouth, singing to the fucking heavens.
Canada was screaming like she was being murdered and America had a feeling he’d be hearing an earful from Miss Bonnie in the morning but as long as the old woman didn’t call the cops like the last time or come banging on the door in that old housecoat, they were good. He released his grip on her tits as she begun to relax, remembering how sensitive her nipples usually got; he didn’t need an accidental (at least he was pretty sure it was) elbow to the face like the last time. His cock felt like it was about to explode, and as she leaned forward, mouth slack, breathing hard, his large hands traced the curve of her slender waist once more to the wide flare of her hips; good breeding hips, Miss Karen had said to her mortification.
Oh but it was definitely true, just not the same way his neighbor would ever imagine. America thrilled at the thought of thousands of American immigrants opening up her borders, filling her cities, invading her vitals regions, oh god he was gonna come. His balls ached, heavy in their sac and as he felt them draw up, felt like when he came he’d never stop.
“Please… comeinmeAl,” she hurried out in a rush, bonelessly tilting backwards and those four little words made him erupt and made his spine fission outward in a shower of parallel nerve impulses, one picking up where the every other left off.
His cock surged, the warm fluid rushing out of him like a damn bursting. He held her still as he filled her pussy with his thick come and with no where else to flood in her full tightness, eventually it trickled out around the root of his flagging hardness. His cheek pressed to her shoulder blade as he caught his breath, America licked his dry lips and let go of her hips. She sighed in post coital contentment before slowly crawling off of his lap. America watched her with bright eyes as she moved catlike off of him, looked like she was putting on a damn show with her unconsciously sensual movements.
“Mmm, fuck yeah,” he breathed as he watched his come seeping out of her, soft inner thighs sticky with his seed. An idea struck him and a wide grin split his face.
“Hey Mattie.” She looked warily over her shoulder at the devious tone he’d adopted.
“Yeah, Al?” She sat back on her knees, wiggling a little as she felt his come pushing out of her.
“Turn over,” he said crawling over and shoving her on her back. She squawked indignantly as she hit the ground, legs splayed, glaring up at him.
“Y’know, jerk if you’re just gonna manhandle me anyway you don’t need to… what are you doing?” she readjusted Quebec watching him warily over the frames as she sat up on her elbows. He ducked his head with an exaggerated “tsk” and worked his left shoulder under her right thigh holding it. His right hand moved under her other leg and beneath her back.
“I saw this on red tube the other day,” and she briefly recalled that the last time he’d said those words they both ended up with injuries that would’ve hospitalized a normal human.
“Uh Al maybe we should just wa-augh!” She screamed- rather girlishly to her dismay- as he shifted his weight back and lifted her up straight into the air ohmyfuckinggoddon’tyoudaredropme… Canada panicked for a moment before realizing that in fact he had a rather firm grip on her. She thanked god for the nine foot ceilings and looked down in bemusement. Her right thigh was slung over his left shoulder and when she let her left foot rest on his right bicep she found the position oddly comfortable.
America looked disgustingly satisfied with himself and she scowled as he talked more to her vagina than her.
“You see, bro, it’s a good thing I’m here.”
She blew her bangs out of her eyes and sighed. “And why’s that oh great U S of A?” That stupid smirk was still on his face and he smacked his lips rather obnoxiously.
“Because… you would’ve let all this go to waste.” He punctuated the statement with a series of enthusiastic swipes to the mess on her inner thigh and her breath hitched. America thought she smelled even better now that his own chlorinated scent was mixed with hers and his cock was starting to stir to life again with a fury.
Fuck, you taste so good. His mouth moved quickly from one leg to the other, lapping and sucking the soft sticky skin with a moan. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he worked, and Canada whimpered softly, amazed and aroused all at once by how strongly he held her His muscles didn’t quiver in the slightest from strain, settled as if he were holding nothing but air. She had a brief flash of him doing pushups with England on his back and thought that like Atlas he would hold the weight of the world upon those broad shoulders. Atlas shrugged; America licked pussy.