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Part 5
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 5
He had a wild flash of insight, both intrigued and
apprehensive at
once.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he said his grip loosening just slightly nonetheless. Canada looked devilish as she slipped through his fingers and turned over. She scooted back and spread her legs watching him boldly.
“Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, with conquering limbs astride from land to land.” Oh god she was really doing it. America sucked his lower lip between his teeth as her fingers circled around a nipple. She gave a slightly exaggerated moan, all show just for him. “Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand a mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.” As she spoke she cupped those delicious tits and fondled them, eyes shut as she kneaded the soft flesh. She rubbed her legs against each other for more friction, those long supple limbs endless and so damn sexy and he took it all in right down to her feet rubbing the carpet.
America crawled towards her and let his eyes follow the path of her slim fingers as they moved down to once again caress her wet silky pussy.
“Oh god, baby, don’t stop,” he pleaded in a needy hush. She opened her eyes again and spread her legs to welcome him, borders wide and willing and all his. He went to move and she brought a halting hand to his chest knowing that she had him.
“Say it, America, what’s my name?” Christ she was such a fucking sadist!
“I-”
“From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.”
“Please, momma,” he finally moaned out. She moved her hand as he crawled between her legs and slid over her like a fucking homecoming, seizing her hips, snapping her body to his that last precious fraction.
“Please, momma, say it,” he breathed as his cock, aching and so fucking full rubbed her warm wet slit, drenching in her fluids.
"’Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!’ cries she with silent lips.”
“Oh god, momma…”
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free!” He slammed into her and it nearly stole her breath to be forced open again so suddenly. She fell back from the weight of him, clutching at his back with a series of sharp keening whines. Somewhere the remote clattered to the floor and was knocked up a setting by the impact; America whimpered.
“Th-the wretched ...refuse of your teeming shore...”
“Fuck, momma ‘m so close...” God she played so fucking dirty and he knew that he wouldn’t even be good for more than-
“Send these, the homeless, t-tempest-tost to me.” fuckfuckfuckyessayitohgod... He wasn’t fast by any means, but his thrusts were deep and hard and she was never more thankful for the warm up first because fucking hell it’d hurt otherwise. She felt him just barely brush that resistance and her nails ripping into the skin covering the tight, hard muscles of his back making him bleed. GiveittomeAlpleaseplease... “I... I.... ohgod... I lift my lamp... harderharder... beside ohohohhh... beside the golden door!"
When he heard those last few precious words, America stopped holding back in that quick wrinkle in time. She let go of him as he grabbed her hips and lifted her entire lower body clear off the floor. Oh God, go for it Al! Canada wailed as he fucked her deeply and she could feel his cock curve, feel him hitting that deep rough spot and she sobbed. She could feel the moisture at the corners of her eyes and let it consume her. She felt him move even faster as her body responded to the stimulation, lubricating, getting wetter, hotter, and her hands clutched at the rug beneath them hardly noticing the scrape of the carpet fibers on her naked back.
America could feel her soaking around him, heard her screaming his name and let go. With the plug moving inside him it felt like he was fucking her and being claimed by her all at once and it was too much. He came; lightning ripping the orgasm from his body like sweet death, again filling her full with his come. He watched her with her eyes tightly shut and he slowed down but didn’t stop. He studied her, studied the rocking of her tits, the tenseness of her arms that clawed at the rug and kept fucking her. He felt his cock soften slowly, felt the thick come pushed out of her by his cock and moaned. Christ, he didn’t think he’d even be able to get fully soft before she had him worked up again.
Canada blinked away the wetness in her eyes, the world coming back into focus. She turned her head, silently annoyed with herself for being so emotional but sometimes in some inexplicable instant their joining was too overwhelming. She felt him pull out at last- slowly, reluctantly- and moved to wipe at her face. America’s weight was still a heavy comfort on top of her and she realized that he held her wrist now as well and pulled it gently back. His tongue swiped a line across her cheek, beneath the arm of Quebec and tickled at the corner of her eye. Her reaction was an odd cross between a giggle and a whimper.
“Am I full enough yet, Al?” she teased when she was sure her voice was steady. It still cracked a little. She could feel his come trickling out of her as she shifted and watched him grin as he raised back up.
“You know if you have to ask, Mattie, the answer’s no.” He let go of her wrist, hand moving down to caress her flank. "So how ‘bout you let me me have at that ass?” He smacked her lightly. Canada pretended to consider it for a moment and twisted her leg subtly. She had a knee worked between them before he knew it. Canada smiled as she turned her hips and suddenly America found himself on his back, that damn plug shifting again. He moaned, temporarily stunned by the change and she ruthlessly seized the chance to straddle his waist, pinning his arms above his head.
She had the advantage of leverage and hooked her legs beneath his. America gasped when he felt her warm pussy, slick and wet with his come ease over his sensitive cock.
“T-too..too...” Too much. Fuck it was too much that it almost hurt and he strained and bucked up underneath her and God that only made it more intense as his cock still hypersensitive and half hard wanted to instinctively bury back inside her. She moved up and down just the slightest teasing bit and watched his triceps flex so deliciously as he gave a token struggle. America hardly thought it was worth the effort to really try just yet.
She could already feel him getting hard again underneath her; America had a refractory period that would make a teenage boy jealous and she moaned when he rocked his hips.
“C-c’mon, Mattie,” he taunted. Do you even remember what to do when you’re on top?” He strained again, and she watched his triceps pulled taut with satisfaction. I may not be quite as strong as you but I'm not that weak either, Al. And just because I've been spending more time in this body doesn't mean I'm not still a man. America didn't seem to take the hint. “You’re so damn slow we’ll be here all night.” He was buying time, gauging how much force he’d need to break her hold without it being too much. “Let go and let me at it already.” His words definitely weren't helping his situation, pushing her past the breaking point, and her eyes narrowed even as she remained still. I don’t know what to do when I’m on top? I’m too slow? Is that what you think? Fuck you, Al. I’m gonna... Her expression shifted as the anger she’d been shoving down was coming back to the surface with a vengeance. You think I’m weak? You think I can’t control you? I’ll show you control you sonofabitch…
She moved faster than he thought she was capable no longer playing. Her hands released his wrists and before he could use that to his advantage she had her forearm to his throat. Canada saw his eyes widen, saw the panicked expression as he brought his hands up to dislodge her; he couldn’t. Oh he was strong enough for sure, but she knew that he couldn’t do it without hurting her. Or at least he thought he could hurt her. She’d always been a lot stronger than he’d given her credit for. Canada felt a quick stab of guilt, imagining what he might possibly be thinking, but calling up all the slights, all the times he’d pissed her off in this evening alone and the fact that he seemed to be forgetting just what she was, she let up only enough to allow the faintest passage of air into his lungs.
“I don’t know what to do, Al?” she asked in far too honeyed tones ignoring his gasp of “what the hell?!” She reached back with her other hand, lifting up only enough to have access to his cock. It was still hard- perhaps even harder. Canada smiled.
“You wanna talk about control, Al? You wanna talk about me being too slow?” She stroked him and felt him squeezing her arm. It was starting to hurt but he still wasn’t trying like he could have. She let up just enough for him to force a shallow breath. Canada lined up the head of his cock with her anus, languidly opening up the St Lawrence River as if she had all the time in the world. “I may be too slow, brother but you’re too fast and too reckless. I also know if I let you have your way... you’lljustramitinlikeyoualwaysdo...” she muttered looking away.
“Dammit... Mattie...” America gasped, the room spinning as his heart picked up with the loss of blood and air. She toyed with him, stretching herself with his bulbous cock head.
“I’ll show you slow.” Canada had always found it easier to take the lead; she could never quite relax leaving it up to America.
She eased up the pressure on his trachea just enough to let him suck in a large needy breath as she sank back on his cock slowly savoring the feel of her body accepting him, her stomach muscles quivering with excitement. A series of breathless hitches escaped her 'cause feeling him in her ass was always so much more intense and required so much more submission on her part but when she allowed it it was beyond anything she could ever put into words except for homeostasis because he felt as if he were right where he belonged. She was almost drunk with the sensation, the not quite painful split making her whimper and go still as she adjusted to Florida’s sudden shift in geography.
America’s chest shook as his lungs quivered instinctively wanting to take a breath. His entire focus was her as he looked up and she carefully applied the pressure back when he was fully seated inside her groaning at the strong grip of muscle around his shaft. She was beautiful and fuck if he could move, if his limbs weren’t separating from his body and coming apart and if she’d just move instead of drawing still and holding him still like death while she ran a blind hand over her stomach with a shaky hand.
“I know you like it Al,” she spoke with heavy half lidded eyes, palm rubbing her abdomen like the pressure and the fullness was too much and he was about to explode out of her. Canada always had to be in the mood to bottom. “Just trust me.” She started moving deliberately, the pace measured enough to allow her focus to stay careful on the pressure.
“I trust you too. I trust you...” She’d let up when she saw his eyes start to cloud over too much: just enough to bring him back to her. His face was pink and she felt his hips remain still even as she steadied herself and raised up and let herself down again with a steady control, pushing his come out of her pussy and onto the hard muscles of his lower abdomen. “I trust you to to be on time for a date and dress like you give a damn.” His hands had come off her arm as he let himself relax, let the drowsy oxygen deprived state bring him to a delirious euphoria. Her words ghosted over him and he barely heard. He was focused solely on the cadence and timbre of her voice and the inhale... exhale of her heavy breaths as she spoke. America pet the textured carpet beneath his hands somehow finding an odd sensuality in the woven rug. “I trust you to let me go to the fucking bathroom in peace...” He felt color as she moved, his cock red being inside her, her tight ass a brilliant gold, the plug inside him violet as it continued to vibrate.
She rocked her hips, manipulating a brilliant torturous circle, tilting back, using his cock for her own pleasure. “I trust you... not to throw me off the bed just ‘cause the fucking phone is ringing...” She continued to ride him and when she loosened her arm again he didn’t greedily suck in breath but instead took a slow measured hit as if the air were the sweetest drug and she were the only one able to shoot it directly into his veins like a hot shot. He could feel every part of his body as if he were only now coming alive and god the plug pulsing inside him felt as if it were shaking his entire nervous system. Her voice was the color blue rising and falling like the tide and America moaned when her movements shifted his hip with her rhythm, forcing that damn heavenly vibration inside him into an erratic pattern, the plug jumping with every heave of her body onto his.
America could feel the blood running through his limbs, he was hyperaware of the tightness in his chest and as she took his entire length over and over and fucked herself on his stiff cock, it was the tightest, hotness grip he’d ever felt. Canada had started to speak again leaning over him her hair shadowing her face, and as she tightened around him, starting to tremble, reaching again for that apex, she was white. She was a brilliant white, and only her lips moved, her soft mouth opening, closing, the words lost as she pressed down on him again. "I trust you to remember who and what I am even like this, Al!" she practically screamed to his deafness. Her arm shook and she realized her control slipping when she almost pressed down too hard.
She pulled back all of a sudden not trusting her strength, not trusting herself not to press too hard and as she did the blood and air came rushing back to him all at once. America’s eyes were wide, his head tipped back exposing his throat and he looked at the textured ceiling feeling half delirious as she came. Her weight forward seemingly out of nowhere, he felt her hair tickle at his neck as she ground against him frantically her tits mashed against his chest, her hands scrabbling for any purchase they could find. He heard his name whispered with fevered desperation and felt renewed warmth pooling on his lower stomach from her release.
“Please... please...” Her hands grasped at his broad shoulders painfully as she continued to move on him coming to rely on his strength where her own failed her. “Please comeinmecomeineme...” she panted against his skin awash with the endorphins of a post orgasmic haze, anger forgotten entirely. She was moving faster on top of him, her body wanting more of the hot length, wanting him deeper and harder and filling her. Her thighs squeezed his hips as she felt hot, too hot and came again, burying her face against his collarbone, her teeth breaking the skin. He felt her drawing him in further and his arms, feeling less like dead weight, finally moved along with his hips. His limbs tingled, his body still floating, he held her ass, spreading her wider feeling her knees slip, feeling her slide down that slight bit further that made all the fucking difference in the world. Her muscles clenched around him and Canada pushed herself off him, leaning back, bonelessly letting him practically throw her up and down on his cock like a canadian fuck doll.
America was loving the wet sound of them coming together, loving the knowledge that the sticky mess between them he put it in her. He watched her bounce, watched her tits bounce hypnotically, dotted with those hard red nipples peaked and proud, watched her breathless and gasping. He fucked her harder and deeper forcing that wonderful hateful plug into spots it hadn’t hit before, and even as she looked about spent he could still feel her deliberately squeezing him feel her shifting her weight and fuck she was so hot and so wanton like this. He felt almost high as he thrust into her and he felt his heart race, his pulse quicken. The adrenaline was racing through him and he thought his heart might explode out of his chest when he finally came. She sighed above him as she felt the heat of his come spilling into her. Canada watched him back- his face, watched him watching her, and when the contractions finally stopped, she leaned in to kiss him rather apologetic when his hand fisted in her hair.
She blinked at him looking confused for a fraction, clarity coming when his expression turned from euphoric to angry. There was no apologizing for that but she felt as if she had to say something. That betrayed expression was back on his face and Canada looked down.
“Al I-”
“Are you crazy?” he hissed tightening his grip. As his thoughts became clear again and the sting of her arm on his throat came to the forefront of his attention he found that he was torn between hurt and anger.
“Dammit that hurts you-”
“What? Me, what?” He sat up, pulling her back as he went. “I was too damn afraid of hurting you before, you crazy bastard and look where it got me.” As much as he wanted to kick her ass for scaring him like that he wasn’t going to deny a part of him had enjoyed it. He also couldn’t deny the look in her eyes was exciting and it was a hell of a time harder to get her to look like that than it was her male self. Fuck why can't you do this as a guy? Why the hell do you walk around like you've just given up on trying?
“I’m sorry I... I just lost control and I-” She whimpered as he pulled her further back, shifting until she was off him completely, the both of them on their knees facing each other.
“Must be nice to be able to do that once in awhile, huh?” he asked still holding her tight. “See, I try to be careful Mattie. ‘Cause when I slip up people get thrown off beds and buffalos go airborne right?” He stood up continuing to hold her down though he did smile. He was pissed, but he was also a lot more practiced with dealing with his anger without shoving it aside for later or going nuclear. Not to say he still didn’t screw up once in awhile but hell, that was the burden of being a superpower: something he'd taken up for the both of them even if she never seeme to appreciate it.
America looked at her on her knees before him and his grin widened. He was feeling better already, really. Canada wasn’t looking at him like that one time with the chainsaw anymore and the game was back on. Cause while fear had always held some dark visceral excitement for him, he much preferred the look of anticipation, the look of challenge tinged with desire that she was giving him.
“Right, Al.” She licked her lips, conscious of the fact that his slick cock was right at eye level, glistening and sticky with come. She shivered in spite of herself watching him languidly stroking himself back to full hardness, watching the foreskin stretch and then retract back from his knob. Her pupils were shaking as she watched his large hand rubbing over the veins, circling the slit, precome pooling around the foreskin as he worked it. She loved his cock. She loved the girth and the way it stretched her open when he penetrated her. She loved tugging his foreskin up over his glans and watching it fill full with come practically bursting out and she loved the texture, the heavy fullness the way it curved the slightest bit to the right o the less depending ont he poltical climate and god she hoped he never found out 'cause he'd exploit it to no end. “So what are you gonna do about it?” she asked shifting where she knelt before him.
Canada was caught off guard and gasped when the swollen glands slapped her across the face leaving a streak of come in its wake. America chuckled, voice husky as he spoke.
“I think the better question is,” He continued to lightly flick a trail of sticky precum across her face, smearing the dribble of fluid across her lips and she tried to focus her eyes on the hypnotic cock. “What are you gonna do about it, baby?” Locking her eyes with his, Canada flicked her tongue out, ignoring the mess on her own face in favor of tasting him letting a thin trail of precome link her mouth to his slit as she waited expectantly. He didn’t release the grip on her hair keeping her at a distance.
“That’s a good start, baby. Why don’t you lick it clean and then lick up the mess you made for daddy now, yeah?” She glanced at the drying pool on his lower stomach and was about to ask him just how he expected her to do any of that when he forced her head forward. It was sudden, but not enough for her to be completely off guard. Canada opened her mouth enough to let the head forced her lips open, letting her teeth lightly scrape in that small bit of defiance. He swore and fought the urge to bury himself at once, feeling his cock bend as she relaxed her throat, feeling te gentle ridges of her palette caressing him as she tightened her outh around him. She moaned as he slowly pushed her head down the entire length and started moving her head. He treated her mouth like a tight, willing fuckhole and she felt her body responding in spite of how humiliating it was. Her tongue licked and swirling around his shaft as best as she could with his cock shoved down her throat and she could feel herself struggle to breath when he pushed her face clear to his pubic bone.
America carefully rocked his hips as he moved her, and he panted and moaned when her throat squeezed and constricted around his cock. She was spinning, his scent everywhere around her, her throat contracting pitifully as she struggled for breath. Her left hand helped to steady her body, grabbing at his hip and she could feel the world floating around her and see the spin of the room as Quebec was mussed, knocked askew, and soiled. America watched her suck, watched the spit running out the side of her mouth as he fed her his cock and fuck she was so good, taking his entire length so easily. Her right hand stole down to finger her spread pussy as he used her: a move that didn't escape his attention . This is real control, Mattie. Look at how much you love it. You can piss and moan at me all you want but you love it when I fucking dominate you like this.
Canada could still feel the soreness of her ass being stretched wide open earlier. She could feel America’s come sliding out of her and she wiggled harder against her hand even as America continued to shove Florida down her throat. Her heart was thudding madly. When he first grabbed her she was terrified, and that racing dopamine put all her senses up. Every thrust of his cock past her lips and down her throat reminded her just how strong America was, how forceful he could be, and yet how controlled he was even in something like this. She felt herself at her limit, seeing the black swimming in front of her eyes yet feeling the heat and fire of her body magnified. Was this what it felt like for him as well? She could’ve come again if he hadn’t pulled her head back and completely off.
She was gasping for breath, panting, her hand digging in and kneading his hip.
“I think you missed a spot, Mattie,” she heard America whisper above her with a thick, ragged breath. She licked her lips, her jaw sore, and he firmly but slowly pushed her head to the wet spot above his cock. It was impossible to clean him without his cock rubbing alongside her face and the copious precome was being rubbed into her skin. She lapped at the thick, salty fluid on his stomach, her tongue teasing the faint trail of blonde hair downward as she worked. She was reminded for a moment of that obnoxious T shirt America owned- and actually wore to a world meeting once- that read “Yes, the carpet matches the drapes.”
Smiling to herself, Canada nipped at the skin, letting her face rub against his cock even more with a soft purr listening to him hiss, feeling the grip on her scalp tighten with a painful slip in control. She sucked the clean skin, roughly, seeing the small red marks appear wherever she’d cleaned him off. He smacked her face again with his spit dampened cock, watching her eyes shut, watching the way she rutted against her hand even more vigorously when he did wondering how fucking hot she’d look if he just came all over her face.
“Fuck, Mattie if this was what you wanted all you had to do was ask.”
She looked up at him, Quebec foggy and dirtied perched on her nose and she shot him a naughty smile as he stroked his cock and continued to mess up her face.
“I could… but where’s the fun in that eh?” America shivered ‘cause she looked so fucking smug like that even down on her knees like a damn whore. Looking down, she strained against his grip, leaning forward. “Just making sure I didn’t miss a spot,” she teased and he let her move closer. Canada switched her focus and moved her head down until he could feel her hot breath on his balls.
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered, stroking himself faster. His hand glided up and down the shaft furiously, the thick girth already wet from her spit, tugging and stretching the foreskin. His grip on her hair loosened and she could feel the way his wide palm possessively cupped the back of her head, his fingers threading through her damp blonde hair to knead at her scalp. She tongued the sensitive sac hearing America make a series of noises that were a funny cross of laughter and moaning. She flicked at the soft wrinkled skin quickly, hearing the hitches in his breath, feeling his testes drawing tight under her ministrations. She felt her fingers between her legs soaking, and she pushed them inside her aching pussy with abandon, feel his come inside her sliding around the frantic digits as she fucked herself.
Canada moaned her face buried between his legs and took one of his balls into her mouth.
“Oh God.” America’s knees shook and he almost thought his legs were going to give out. He could feel all the heat concentrated and pooling downward, feeling like quicksilver between her lips. His hips bucked the only sounds reaching his ears were her moans his own pulse in his ears and the hum of the insidious device that continued to keep him stretched and work to milk even more come out of him. Canada pulled her head back slightly, allowing the skin to stretch, her tongue circling the sensitive organ while she listened to him practically sobbing her name.
America’s hand moved faster, fisting his cock tightly as she continued to suck and tease and fucking hell she just took them both into her hot mouth and he felt like he was about to explode in a shower of sparks. Knees locked together, America whimpered and had he been more coherent he’d have been embarrassed at the needy whines from his throat. Canada rolled both balls in her mouth and pressed her face deeper into his groin feeling her pussy contract around her fingers as that dizzy breathless state overtook her. She felt her chest tighten wonderfully, felt every part of her body draw tighter and felt the Quebec mashed into her face.
She added a third finger, her palm rubbing her engorged clit in an uncoordinated desperate bid to make herself come. She could hear America faintly but was overcome by the sound of her own heartbeat loudly pulsing inside her head, and she could feel the wetness spill out of her mouth as she sucked and practically choked herself on his balls.
“Mattie…” She finally heard his voice above her insistently, breaking through the hypoxic haze. His strong hand on the back of her head moved and she reluctantly drew back, releasing his sac with a faint pop. Readjusting Quebec- though she still could barely see- with one hand, she looked up at him over the dirty lenses.
“Hmm?” Canada shamelessly continued to writhe, hooking her index finger, pressing on that spot, hardly able to focus on him. America’s tipped her head back just the slightest bit, his aching cock dark with blood. She licked her lips her chest heaving not just from the needy breaths she’d denied herself but from excitement. Her eyes met his and she seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. Shivering, she shut them speaking in a hush that he read more than heard. “Are you gonna cum in my face, America?” She hissed, her hand moving faster, the thought arousing her like she’d have never imagined. “Are you gonna mark your territory like a fucking animal?”
"Mmm, fuck yeah I am,” he growled pushing his hips, the plug hitting his prostate each time as he did. His balls were heavy as they drew up, his cock was so fucking full and when he looked down at her just waiting for him to give it to her he came undone.
She was bouncing now as she knelt with her thighs spread- her eyes closed just waiting for him to do it. Canada heard his ragged breaths come to a crescendo as he cried out, “Oh god, baby I’m c-c-ah ah…” She opened her mouth feeling the first splash of his come hit her tongue, thick and warm. She swallowed the salty fluid at the same time that he came on her face. America felt like he’d never stop fucking coming. He put his mark on Quebec, the already soiled lenses became dotted with white and as he watched her throat draw taut, and watched her back arch into the stream he was shooting, he realized that she was coming just because he fucking came on her.
Canada almost bit her tongue as she came, disoriented and swimming. She ground against her palm, her muscles pushing even more of his come out of her and around her fingers. She was sure the come she pushed out of his ass must’ve hit the rug but that was the last damn thing on her mind. She moved her hand faster and harder as the heated tingle between her legs grew unbearable and held on to the pulsing wave after wave that pushed and pulled at once. She felt her own hot fluid squirt into her palm as she pressed and stroked herself inside and whimpered as the feel of her hand was finally too much for her over stimulated nerves.
America didn’t think he’d ever stop coming, the plug and its insidious vibration milking more come out of him than he ever thought possible. He watched her body arch and as her chest pushed out he stroked himself harder, painting those fully, heavy tits. Her face was covered, the gooey semen slowly dribbling down her cheeks and chin. Breathing heavily, Canada brought her hand back up, licking it clean, drawing her long, slender fingers across the mess on her face, bringing it to her mouth.
“Jeez, youmademesodirty…” she mumbled, dropping her eyes shyly suddenly feeling bashful. She couldn’t imagine what she must look like, and sucked the digit thoughtfully.
America released his hold on her head, both hands falling to her shoulders. He was spent, boneless, and he steadied himself looking down at her.
“God, you look so damn sexy,” America said at last. He sank to his knees and grabbed the remote shutting the plug off with a sigh. Biting his lip, he reached behind himself and finally removed it, head bowed, hissing softly. He tossed them both over his shoulder not missing her grimace as they landed on the bed. “Worry about it later, I’m tired.” He could wash the damn bedspread and clean everything off after a hot shower.
“It’s the rug too, Al,” she said under her breath mournfully and he only just barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Seeking a distraction, America leaned in cleaning her face off and Canada snickered softly and closed her eyes thinking that he reminded her of an overly affectionate puppy.
America removed Quebec playfully when he saw that she was distracted and stood up when she opened her eyes and blinked at him myopically. Canada squinted automatically and rose on shaky legs looking annoyed.
“Al, give those back, I can’t see.” She grabbed for the glasses glaring as America stepped back holding them above his head.
“Oh, too slow,” He laughed and avoided another lunge this time hooking an arm around her waist as she reached up. America pulled her close and kissed her soundly when she opened her mouth to protest. Her arms trapped against his chest between them now sticky, she kneaded as his pectoral muscles like an annoyed cat until finally resigning herself and relaxing into the kiss.
Canada sighed as America’s tongue lazily circled her own. He tasted like the both of them, salty starting to stale yet somehow it was one of the best kisses he’d ever given her. He dipped her back dramatically in a show of strength, not breaking the contact, tasting her palette, arm not even straining around her waist as he made her bend, made her back arch perfectly. She felt almost dizzy when he let her up and broke the kiss. Canada blinked at him almost stupidly as he perched Quebec on top of her head and grinned- at least she thought that’s what that expression was.
“We so should get married,” America said at last turning to walk into the adjoining bathroom at the far end of the master suite. Canada wiped her glasses as best as she could before deciding it was hopeless and squinted at his bare ass moving towards the double doors. I don’t know why I thought that was a good idea I can’t even- wait what?! She almost tripped, stumbling after him.
“What?" The stone was cold under her feet, America already ahead of her turning one of the faucets on the wall still loving the novelty; this was his only house with a setup like this. There were two, each with a small wooden stool. Japan designed the bathroom, a large soaking tub on the other side. America loved the floor toilet.
“I said let’s get married, Mattie,” America answered taking a seat cavalier as hell. She didn’t see him wince lightly as he sat down. Canada turned on the faucet of the vessel sink, and took Quebec off of her head, rinsing the semen from the lenses. Her heart felt like it was gonna pound out of her chest and how the hell was he asking such a thing like they were just talking about the weather?! Her attention was fixed on the porcelain as she scrubbed.
America watched her over his shoulder enjoying the full view of her backside. He admired the sensual dip of her spine, that apple bottom that just begged to be fucked again, those endless shapely legs, and Christ those tracts of land could give Ukraine a run for her money! He let the spray wash over him, slow as he washed with the rough towel, busily watching her. Canada finished rinsing off the lenses and fished around in in the medicine cabinet for the cleaner still consider his ludicrous proposal. The sway of her tits was hypnotic, those large, flushed nipples erect from the chill of the air and fuck just watching her America was half hard again. You’re so fucking hot like that, Mattie.
“I think I cut off the flow of oxygen to your brain too long, Al,” she said at last, wiping Quebec clean and setting it aside. She washed her face quickly wondering what on earth he was thinking. America always seemed to come up with some insane post coital scheme every other month, though this was hardly worse than the “matching tattoos” which thankfully never came to fruition.
“Aw, c’mon, I’m serious. We could be like the North American Union.” He reached for the shampoo, squeezing a generous amount in his hand. She wasn’t biting. “Camerica?” Canada almost dropped the glasses at that one, catching them at the last moment before setting them on her face.
“Al, don’t be ridiculous.” She took a seat on the stool next to him with a wince of her own turning the spray on her faucet on. “I’m invisible enough as it is, I’d probably disappear entirely if we did that.” Focused on cleaning she paid little attention to the way he continued to oggle her naked body as he washed his hair.
“Okay so... it doesn’t have to be political, right? Just Alfred and Matthew and not America and Canada.” She snorted as she began to wash off.
“Ask me again when we haven’t just had sex andI’msurethatrugisruinedbytheway...” Oblivious to his stare, she enjoyed the hot water and the exfoliating towel on her skin. America watched her as he filled the wooden bucket with warm water. God, you’re amazing like that. You’re so damn gorgeous and you’re not just some shmuck who looks and acts like the poor man’s America. You could stay like that forever... you’d like that, wouldn’t you? We’d be like some Hollywood supercouple... get a house on the border and I could come home to that waiting for me every night. God, just say yes, Mattie and we can do it again right here.
“Besides,” she continued setting the towel aside with a snort unaware of his internal monologue, “It’s not even legal for us to get married here.” And on that note I really need to change back. My boss keeps looking at me funny and I like being able to take a piss standing up. Jeez I don't know how women stand these things, they keeping getting in the way and Al what are you still staring at? He was far too quiet and she turned to look at him curiously. "Hey, earth to America, are you-"
“You could stay like that, Mattie!” he blurted out at last. The silence was tangible as he met her eyes in earnest and she stared back with an unreadable expression. "Ha ha, very funny," she replied rubbing the towel over her shoulder.
"I'm not joking," he answered more quietly and she was beginning to feel an odd anxious feeling in her stomach.
“I’m a man, Al,” she said as the water continued to run. Did you forget that little detail? Did you forget this is just a stupid game we’re playing Cause you said you wanted to see what it’d be like? Did you forget me, your brother? Your fucking twin? I’m not a fucking woman, Al and don’t you dare-
“But you’re perfect like this!” He interrupted her thoughts with yet another tactless rejoiner and continued on in a rush ignoring the growing look of horror on her face as he spoke.
“I mean you’re so fucking amazing! You're sexy and fun and not all uptight and you wear it so well it's like you're totally the perfect woman! I mean yeah you don't have a dick but you don’t really need one right? You’re better like this. You're not all 'whatever you say, Al' or whining about stupid crap or complaining I don't listen to you or take you seriously. You’re like some supermodel bombshell and-” He kept talking. He kept fucking talking and the more he built up this fantatsic and ridiculous Canada vixen, the more anger battled hurt and the more total meltdown rage won out. Canada wasn’t used to flying off the handle. It was far more like her to sigh, feel the slight slump in her shoulders and walk away but right now she was seeing red and she couldn’t even fucking breathe and if she didn’t get out of there she was going to fucking kill him.
She didn’t say another word. She simply grabbed the bucket, dumped the water over his head and slammed it down over top before storming out of the bathroom, the dual faucets muffling the sound of her feet on the stone floor. America stopped his monologue, a stunned expression beneath the pail on his head, sitting silently for a few moments thinking perhaps that could’ve gone better.
“Okay so maybe that was a little... Mattie?” He took the damn thing off his head but didn’t see her. “What the fuck?” Not even bothering to turn off the water, he got up and poked his head out the bathroom door. His robe wasn’t hanging up on it anymore and he heard the alarm beep as the front door opened. Fuck, she was fast.
He didn’t waste any time. He didn’t care that he was naked as he tore down the stairs almost tripping as he rushed to catch her.
“Wait! Dammit, wait!” Where was she gonna go?! She didn’t have a car. She didn’t have fucking shoes, just a robe and the car keys were still in his- He heard the car start up outside. Fuck! America practically tore the door off the hinge as he rushed to catch her. “Wait! Fuck, Mattie you can’t just leave!” Behind the wheel, she didn’t even look at him. She didn’t see him as he ran towards the car naked as the day he was born.
Canada slammed on the gas as he dove for the door. He made an abortive attempt to catch her, hands slamming the side, yelping as she almost ran his fucking foot over. Christ she didn’t even have any money and how late was it, even? It was daylight, he realized as he stopped in the middle of the street wet, naked, and cold. Okay so maybe I coulda said it better but even she’s gotta realize that-
“Alfred F. Jones!” He tensed immediately at the sound of that voice, hands automatically making a feeble attempt to cover himself as he turned. He opened his mouth, not even having a chance to continue before he heard the old woman again. “Boy, it is six o clock in the damn morning what the hell is you doing out here actin’ like a damn fool?!”
Christ, could this night turn out any worse?! Head back towards the sky he cursed every damn deity he could bring to mind.
“Oh my gawd, Miss Bonnie, I ain’t even trying to hear all that right now!” he groaned covering himself best as he could as he made his way back to the porch.
“Boy, don’t you sass me, I’ll come over there and whup your naked ass like your momma shoulda done. I don’t what you did to that poor girl but I’m two seconds from calling the police-” and on and on even after he’d practically crawled back onto the porch with a few apologies and of course Miss Karen’s daughter could be going at it in the middle of the street with that asshole she was seeing but heaven forbid he have one little incident with his girlfriend and-
Girlfriend? Well damn, when had that line of thinking started? He looked down silently contemplating that as he made his way back inside the house. Well shit, Canada would come around. She had to see what he did. Right?
To be continued...
By Cyrelia J
Part 5
“You wouldn’t dare,” he said his grip loosening just slightly nonetheless. Canada looked devilish as she slipped through his fingers and turned over. She scooted back and spread her legs watching him boldly.
“Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, with conquering limbs astride from land to land.” Oh god she was really doing it. America sucked his lower lip between his teeth as her fingers circled around a nipple. She gave a slightly exaggerated moan, all show just for him. “Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand a mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.” As she spoke she cupped those delicious tits and fondled them, eyes shut as she kneaded the soft flesh. She rubbed her legs against each other for more friction, those long supple limbs endless and so damn sexy and he took it all in right down to her feet rubbing the carpet.
America crawled towards her and let his eyes follow the path of her slim fingers as they moved down to once again caress her wet silky pussy.
“Oh god, baby, don’t stop,” he pleaded in a needy hush. She opened her eyes again and spread her legs to welcome him, borders wide and willing and all his. He went to move and she brought a halting hand to his chest knowing that she had him.
“Say it, America, what’s my name?” Christ she was such a fucking sadist!
“I-”
“From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.”
“Please, momma,” he finally moaned out. She moved her hand as he crawled between her legs and slid over her like a fucking homecoming, seizing her hips, snapping her body to his that last precious fraction.
“Please, momma, say it,” he breathed as his cock, aching and so fucking full rubbed her warm wet slit, drenching in her fluids.
"’Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!’ cries she with silent lips.”
“Oh god, momma…”
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free!” He slammed into her and it nearly stole her breath to be forced open again so suddenly. She fell back from the weight of him, clutching at his back with a series of sharp keening whines. Somewhere the remote clattered to the floor and was knocked up a setting by the impact; America whimpered.
“Th-the wretched ...refuse of your teeming shore...”
“Fuck, momma ‘m so close...” God she played so fucking dirty and he knew that he wouldn’t even be good for more than-
“Send these, the homeless, t-tempest-tost to me.” fuckfuckfuckyessayitohgod... He wasn’t fast by any means, but his thrusts were deep and hard and she was never more thankful for the warm up first because fucking hell it’d hurt otherwise. She felt him just barely brush that resistance and her nails ripping into the skin covering the tight, hard muscles of his back making him bleed. GiveittomeAlpleaseplease... “I... I.... ohgod... I lift my lamp... harderharder... beside ohohohhh... beside the golden door!"
When he heard those last few precious words, America stopped holding back in that quick wrinkle in time. She let go of him as he grabbed her hips and lifted her entire lower body clear off the floor. Oh God, go for it Al! Canada wailed as he fucked her deeply and she could feel his cock curve, feel him hitting that deep rough spot and she sobbed. She could feel the moisture at the corners of her eyes and let it consume her. She felt him move even faster as her body responded to the stimulation, lubricating, getting wetter, hotter, and her hands clutched at the rug beneath them hardly noticing the scrape of the carpet fibers on her naked back.
America could feel her soaking around him, heard her screaming his name and let go. With the plug moving inside him it felt like he was fucking her and being claimed by her all at once and it was too much. He came; lightning ripping the orgasm from his body like sweet death, again filling her full with his come. He watched her with her eyes tightly shut and he slowed down but didn’t stop. He studied her, studied the rocking of her tits, the tenseness of her arms that clawed at the rug and kept fucking her. He felt his cock soften slowly, felt the thick come pushed out of her by his cock and moaned. Christ, he didn’t think he’d even be able to get fully soft before she had him worked up again.
Canada blinked away the wetness in her eyes, the world coming back into focus. She turned her head, silently annoyed with herself for being so emotional but sometimes in some inexplicable instant their joining was too overwhelming. She felt him pull out at last- slowly, reluctantly- and moved to wipe at her face. America’s weight was still a heavy comfort on top of her and she realized that he held her wrist now as well and pulled it gently back. His tongue swiped a line across her cheek, beneath the arm of Quebec and tickled at the corner of her eye. Her reaction was an odd cross between a giggle and a whimper.
“Am I full enough yet, Al?” she teased when she was sure her voice was steady. It still cracked a little. She could feel his come trickling out of her as she shifted and watched him grin as he raised back up.
“You know if you have to ask, Mattie, the answer’s no.” He let go of her wrist, hand moving down to caress her flank. "So how ‘bout you let me me have at that ass?” He smacked her lightly. Canada pretended to consider it for a moment and twisted her leg subtly. She had a knee worked between them before he knew it. Canada smiled as she turned her hips and suddenly America found himself on his back, that damn plug shifting again. He moaned, temporarily stunned by the change and she ruthlessly seized the chance to straddle his waist, pinning his arms above his head.
She had the advantage of leverage and hooked her legs beneath his. America gasped when he felt her warm pussy, slick and wet with his come ease over his sensitive cock.
“T-too..too...” Too much. Fuck it was too much that it almost hurt and he strained and bucked up underneath her and God that only made it more intense as his cock still hypersensitive and half hard wanted to instinctively bury back inside her. She moved up and down just the slightest teasing bit and watched his triceps flex so deliciously as he gave a token struggle. America hardly thought it was worth the effort to really try just yet.
She could already feel him getting hard again underneath her; America had a refractory period that would make a teenage boy jealous and she moaned when he rocked his hips.
“C-c’mon, Mattie,” he taunted. Do you even remember what to do when you’re on top?” He strained again, and she watched his triceps pulled taut with satisfaction. I may not be quite as strong as you but I'm not that weak either, Al. And just because I've been spending more time in this body doesn't mean I'm not still a man. America didn't seem to take the hint. “You’re so damn slow we’ll be here all night.” He was buying time, gauging how much force he’d need to break her hold without it being too much. “Let go and let me at it already.” His words definitely weren't helping his situation, pushing her past the breaking point, and her eyes narrowed even as she remained still. I don’t know what to do when I’m on top? I’m too slow? Is that what you think? Fuck you, Al. I’m gonna... Her expression shifted as the anger she’d been shoving down was coming back to the surface with a vengeance. You think I’m weak? You think I can’t control you? I’ll show you control you sonofabitch…
She moved faster than he thought she was capable no longer playing. Her hands released his wrists and before he could use that to his advantage she had her forearm to his throat. Canada saw his eyes widen, saw the panicked expression as he brought his hands up to dislodge her; he couldn’t. Oh he was strong enough for sure, but she knew that he couldn’t do it without hurting her. Or at least he thought he could hurt her. She’d always been a lot stronger than he’d given her credit for. Canada felt a quick stab of guilt, imagining what he might possibly be thinking, but calling up all the slights, all the times he’d pissed her off in this evening alone and the fact that he seemed to be forgetting just what she was, she let up only enough to allow the faintest passage of air into his lungs.
“I don’t know what to do, Al?” she asked in far too honeyed tones ignoring his gasp of “what the hell?!” She reached back with her other hand, lifting up only enough to have access to his cock. It was still hard- perhaps even harder. Canada smiled.
“You wanna talk about control, Al? You wanna talk about me being too slow?” She stroked him and felt him squeezing her arm. It was starting to hurt but he still wasn’t trying like he could have. She let up just enough for him to force a shallow breath. Canada lined up the head of his cock with her anus, languidly opening up the St Lawrence River as if she had all the time in the world. “I may be too slow, brother but you’re too fast and too reckless. I also know if I let you have your way... you’lljustramitinlikeyoualwaysdo...” she muttered looking away.
“Dammit... Mattie...” America gasped, the room spinning as his heart picked up with the loss of blood and air. She toyed with him, stretching herself with his bulbous cock head.
“I’ll show you slow.” Canada had always found it easier to take the lead; she could never quite relax leaving it up to America.
She eased up the pressure on his trachea just enough to let him suck in a large needy breath as she sank back on his cock slowly savoring the feel of her body accepting him, her stomach muscles quivering with excitement. A series of breathless hitches escaped her 'cause feeling him in her ass was always so much more intense and required so much more submission on her part but when she allowed it it was beyond anything she could ever put into words except for homeostasis because he felt as if he were right where he belonged. She was almost drunk with the sensation, the not quite painful split making her whimper and go still as she adjusted to Florida’s sudden shift in geography.
America’s chest shook as his lungs quivered instinctively wanting to take a breath. His entire focus was her as he looked up and she carefully applied the pressure back when he was fully seated inside her groaning at the strong grip of muscle around his shaft. She was beautiful and fuck if he could move, if his limbs weren’t separating from his body and coming apart and if she’d just move instead of drawing still and holding him still like death while she ran a blind hand over her stomach with a shaky hand.
“I know you like it Al,” she spoke with heavy half lidded eyes, palm rubbing her abdomen like the pressure and the fullness was too much and he was about to explode out of her. Canada always had to be in the mood to bottom. “Just trust me.” She started moving deliberately, the pace measured enough to allow her focus to stay careful on the pressure.
“I trust you too. I trust you...” She’d let up when she saw his eyes start to cloud over too much: just enough to bring him back to her. His face was pink and she felt his hips remain still even as she steadied herself and raised up and let herself down again with a steady control, pushing his come out of her pussy and onto the hard muscles of his lower abdomen. “I trust you to to be on time for a date and dress like you give a damn.” His hands had come off her arm as he let himself relax, let the drowsy oxygen deprived state bring him to a delirious euphoria. Her words ghosted over him and he barely heard. He was focused solely on the cadence and timbre of her voice and the inhale... exhale of her heavy breaths as she spoke. America pet the textured carpet beneath his hands somehow finding an odd sensuality in the woven rug. “I trust you to let me go to the fucking bathroom in peace...” He felt color as she moved, his cock red being inside her, her tight ass a brilliant gold, the plug inside him violet as it continued to vibrate.
She rocked her hips, manipulating a brilliant torturous circle, tilting back, using his cock for her own pleasure. “I trust you... not to throw me off the bed just ‘cause the fucking phone is ringing...” She continued to ride him and when she loosened her arm again he didn’t greedily suck in breath but instead took a slow measured hit as if the air were the sweetest drug and she were the only one able to shoot it directly into his veins like a hot shot. He could feel every part of his body as if he were only now coming alive and god the plug pulsing inside him felt as if it were shaking his entire nervous system. Her voice was the color blue rising and falling like the tide and America moaned when her movements shifted his hip with her rhythm, forcing that damn heavenly vibration inside him into an erratic pattern, the plug jumping with every heave of her body onto his.
America could feel the blood running through his limbs, he was hyperaware of the tightness in his chest and as she took his entire length over and over and fucked herself on his stiff cock, it was the tightest, hotness grip he’d ever felt. Canada had started to speak again leaning over him her hair shadowing her face, and as she tightened around him, starting to tremble, reaching again for that apex, she was white. She was a brilliant white, and only her lips moved, her soft mouth opening, closing, the words lost as she pressed down on him again. "I trust you to remember who and what I am even like this, Al!" she practically screamed to his deafness. Her arm shook and she realized her control slipping when she almost pressed down too hard.
She pulled back all of a sudden not trusting her strength, not trusting herself not to press too hard and as she did the blood and air came rushing back to him all at once. America’s eyes were wide, his head tipped back exposing his throat and he looked at the textured ceiling feeling half delirious as she came. Her weight forward seemingly out of nowhere, he felt her hair tickle at his neck as she ground against him frantically her tits mashed against his chest, her hands scrabbling for any purchase they could find. He heard his name whispered with fevered desperation and felt renewed warmth pooling on his lower stomach from her release.
“Please... please...” Her hands grasped at his broad shoulders painfully as she continued to move on him coming to rely on his strength where her own failed her. “Please comeinmecomeineme...” she panted against his skin awash with the endorphins of a post orgasmic haze, anger forgotten entirely. She was moving faster on top of him, her body wanting more of the hot length, wanting him deeper and harder and filling her. Her thighs squeezed his hips as she felt hot, too hot and came again, burying her face against his collarbone, her teeth breaking the skin. He felt her drawing him in further and his arms, feeling less like dead weight, finally moved along with his hips. His limbs tingled, his body still floating, he held her ass, spreading her wider feeling her knees slip, feeling her slide down that slight bit further that made all the fucking difference in the world. Her muscles clenched around him and Canada pushed herself off him, leaning back, bonelessly letting him practically throw her up and down on his cock like a canadian fuck doll.
America was loving the wet sound of them coming together, loving the knowledge that the sticky mess between them he put it in her. He watched her bounce, watched her tits bounce hypnotically, dotted with those hard red nipples peaked and proud, watched her breathless and gasping. He fucked her harder and deeper forcing that wonderful hateful plug into spots it hadn’t hit before, and even as she looked about spent he could still feel her deliberately squeezing him feel her shifting her weight and fuck she was so hot and so wanton like this. He felt almost high as he thrust into her and he felt his heart race, his pulse quicken. The adrenaline was racing through him and he thought his heart might explode out of his chest when he finally came. She sighed above him as she felt the heat of his come spilling into her. Canada watched him back- his face, watched him watching her, and when the contractions finally stopped, she leaned in to kiss him rather apologetic when his hand fisted in her hair.
She blinked at him looking confused for a fraction, clarity coming when his expression turned from euphoric to angry. There was no apologizing for that but she felt as if she had to say something. That betrayed expression was back on his face and Canada looked down.
“Al I-”
“Are you crazy?” he hissed tightening his grip. As his thoughts became clear again and the sting of her arm on his throat came to the forefront of his attention he found that he was torn between hurt and anger.
“Dammit that hurts you-”
“What? Me, what?” He sat up, pulling her back as he went. “I was too damn afraid of hurting you before, you crazy bastard and look where it got me.” As much as he wanted to kick her ass for scaring him like that he wasn’t going to deny a part of him had enjoyed it. He also couldn’t deny the look in her eyes was exciting and it was a hell of a time harder to get her to look like that than it was her male self. Fuck why can't you do this as a guy? Why the hell do you walk around like you've just given up on trying?
“I’m sorry I... I just lost control and I-” She whimpered as he pulled her further back, shifting until she was off him completely, the both of them on their knees facing each other.
“Must be nice to be able to do that once in awhile, huh?” he asked still holding her tight. “See, I try to be careful Mattie. ‘Cause when I slip up people get thrown off beds and buffalos go airborne right?” He stood up continuing to hold her down though he did smile. He was pissed, but he was also a lot more practiced with dealing with his anger without shoving it aside for later or going nuclear. Not to say he still didn’t screw up once in awhile but hell, that was the burden of being a superpower: something he'd taken up for the both of them even if she never seeme to appreciate it.
America looked at her on her knees before him and his grin widened. He was feeling better already, really. Canada wasn’t looking at him like that one time with the chainsaw anymore and the game was back on. Cause while fear had always held some dark visceral excitement for him, he much preferred the look of anticipation, the look of challenge tinged with desire that she was giving him.
“Right, Al.” She licked her lips, conscious of the fact that his slick cock was right at eye level, glistening and sticky with come. She shivered in spite of herself watching him languidly stroking himself back to full hardness, watching the foreskin stretch and then retract back from his knob. Her pupils were shaking as she watched his large hand rubbing over the veins, circling the slit, precome pooling around the foreskin as he worked it. She loved his cock. She loved the girth and the way it stretched her open when he penetrated her. She loved tugging his foreskin up over his glans and watching it fill full with come practically bursting out and she loved the texture, the heavy fullness the way it curved the slightest bit to the right o the less depending ont he poltical climate and god she hoped he never found out 'cause he'd exploit it to no end. “So what are you gonna do about it?” she asked shifting where she knelt before him.
Canada was caught off guard and gasped when the swollen glands slapped her across the face leaving a streak of come in its wake. America chuckled, voice husky as he spoke.
“I think the better question is,” He continued to lightly flick a trail of sticky precum across her face, smearing the dribble of fluid across her lips and she tried to focus her eyes on the hypnotic cock. “What are you gonna do about it, baby?” Locking her eyes with his, Canada flicked her tongue out, ignoring the mess on her own face in favor of tasting him letting a thin trail of precome link her mouth to his slit as she waited expectantly. He didn’t release the grip on her hair keeping her at a distance.
“That’s a good start, baby. Why don’t you lick it clean and then lick up the mess you made for daddy now, yeah?” She glanced at the drying pool on his lower stomach and was about to ask him just how he expected her to do any of that when he forced her head forward. It was sudden, but not enough for her to be completely off guard. Canada opened her mouth enough to let the head forced her lips open, letting her teeth lightly scrape in that small bit of defiance. He swore and fought the urge to bury himself at once, feeling his cock bend as she relaxed her throat, feeling te gentle ridges of her palette caressing him as she tightened her outh around him. She moaned as he slowly pushed her head down the entire length and started moving her head. He treated her mouth like a tight, willing fuckhole and she felt her body responding in spite of how humiliating it was. Her tongue licked and swirling around his shaft as best as she could with his cock shoved down her throat and she could feel herself struggle to breath when he pushed her face clear to his pubic bone.
America carefully rocked his hips as he moved her, and he panted and moaned when her throat squeezed and constricted around his cock. She was spinning, his scent everywhere around her, her throat contracting pitifully as she struggled for breath. Her left hand helped to steady her body, grabbing at his hip and she could feel the world floating around her and see the spin of the room as Quebec was mussed, knocked askew, and soiled. America watched her suck, watched the spit running out the side of her mouth as he fed her his cock and fuck she was so good, taking his entire length so easily. Her right hand stole down to finger her spread pussy as he used her: a move that didn't escape his attention . This is real control, Mattie. Look at how much you love it. You can piss and moan at me all you want but you love it when I fucking dominate you like this.
Canada could still feel the soreness of her ass being stretched wide open earlier. She could feel America’s come sliding out of her and she wiggled harder against her hand even as America continued to shove Florida down her throat. Her heart was thudding madly. When he first grabbed her she was terrified, and that racing dopamine put all her senses up. Every thrust of his cock past her lips and down her throat reminded her just how strong America was, how forceful he could be, and yet how controlled he was even in something like this. She felt herself at her limit, seeing the black swimming in front of her eyes yet feeling the heat and fire of her body magnified. Was this what it felt like for him as well? She could’ve come again if he hadn’t pulled her head back and completely off.
She was gasping for breath, panting, her hand digging in and kneading his hip.
“I think you missed a spot, Mattie,” she heard America whisper above her with a thick, ragged breath. She licked her lips, her jaw sore, and he firmly but slowly pushed her head to the wet spot above his cock. It was impossible to clean him without his cock rubbing alongside her face and the copious precome was being rubbed into her skin. She lapped at the thick, salty fluid on his stomach, her tongue teasing the faint trail of blonde hair downward as she worked. She was reminded for a moment of that obnoxious T shirt America owned- and actually wore to a world meeting once- that read “Yes, the carpet matches the drapes.”
Smiling to herself, Canada nipped at the skin, letting her face rub against his cock even more with a soft purr listening to him hiss, feeling the grip on her scalp tighten with a painful slip in control. She sucked the clean skin, roughly, seeing the small red marks appear wherever she’d cleaned him off. He smacked her face again with his spit dampened cock, watching her eyes shut, watching the way she rutted against her hand even more vigorously when he did wondering how fucking hot she’d look if he just came all over her face.
“Fuck, Mattie if this was what you wanted all you had to do was ask.”
She looked up at him, Quebec foggy and dirtied perched on her nose and she shot him a naughty smile as he stroked his cock and continued to mess up her face.
“I could… but where’s the fun in that eh?” America shivered ‘cause she looked so fucking smug like that even down on her knees like a damn whore. Looking down, she strained against his grip, leaning forward. “Just making sure I didn’t miss a spot,” she teased and he let her move closer. Canada switched her focus and moved her head down until he could feel her hot breath on his balls.
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered, stroking himself faster. His hand glided up and down the shaft furiously, the thick girth already wet from her spit, tugging and stretching the foreskin. His grip on her hair loosened and she could feel the way his wide palm possessively cupped the back of her head, his fingers threading through her damp blonde hair to knead at her scalp. She tongued the sensitive sac hearing America make a series of noises that were a funny cross of laughter and moaning. She flicked at the soft wrinkled skin quickly, hearing the hitches in his breath, feeling his testes drawing tight under her ministrations. She felt her fingers between her legs soaking, and she pushed them inside her aching pussy with abandon, feel his come inside her sliding around the frantic digits as she fucked herself.
Canada moaned her face buried between his legs and took one of his balls into her mouth.
“Oh God.” America’s knees shook and he almost thought his legs were going to give out. He could feel all the heat concentrated and pooling downward, feeling like quicksilver between her lips. His hips bucked the only sounds reaching his ears were her moans his own pulse in his ears and the hum of the insidious device that continued to keep him stretched and work to milk even more come out of him. Canada pulled her head back slightly, allowing the skin to stretch, her tongue circling the sensitive organ while she listened to him practically sobbing her name.
America’s hand moved faster, fisting his cock tightly as she continued to suck and tease and fucking hell she just took them both into her hot mouth and he felt like he was about to explode in a shower of sparks. Knees locked together, America whimpered and had he been more coherent he’d have been embarrassed at the needy whines from his throat. Canada rolled both balls in her mouth and pressed her face deeper into his groin feeling her pussy contract around her fingers as that dizzy breathless state overtook her. She felt her chest tighten wonderfully, felt every part of her body draw tighter and felt the Quebec mashed into her face.
She added a third finger, her palm rubbing her engorged clit in an uncoordinated desperate bid to make herself come. She could hear America faintly but was overcome by the sound of her own heartbeat loudly pulsing inside her head, and she could feel the wetness spill out of her mouth as she sucked and practically choked herself on his balls.
“Mattie…” She finally heard his voice above her insistently, breaking through the hypoxic haze. His strong hand on the back of her head moved and she reluctantly drew back, releasing his sac with a faint pop. Readjusting Quebec- though she still could barely see- with one hand, she looked up at him over the dirty lenses.
“Hmm?” Canada shamelessly continued to writhe, hooking her index finger, pressing on that spot, hardly able to focus on him. America’s tipped her head back just the slightest bit, his aching cock dark with blood. She licked her lips her chest heaving not just from the needy breaths she’d denied herself but from excitement. Her eyes met his and she seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. Shivering, she shut them speaking in a hush that he read more than heard. “Are you gonna cum in my face, America?” She hissed, her hand moving faster, the thought arousing her like she’d have never imagined. “Are you gonna mark your territory like a fucking animal?”
"Mmm, fuck yeah I am,” he growled pushing his hips, the plug hitting his prostate each time as he did. His balls were heavy as they drew up, his cock was so fucking full and when he looked down at her just waiting for him to give it to her he came undone.
She was bouncing now as she knelt with her thighs spread- her eyes closed just waiting for him to do it. Canada heard his ragged breaths come to a crescendo as he cried out, “Oh god, baby I’m c-c-ah ah…” She opened her mouth feeling the first splash of his come hit her tongue, thick and warm. She swallowed the salty fluid at the same time that he came on her face. America felt like he’d never stop fucking coming. He put his mark on Quebec, the already soiled lenses became dotted with white and as he watched her throat draw taut, and watched her back arch into the stream he was shooting, he realized that she was coming just because he fucking came on her.
Canada almost bit her tongue as she came, disoriented and swimming. She ground against her palm, her muscles pushing even more of his come out of her and around her fingers. She was sure the come she pushed out of his ass must’ve hit the rug but that was the last damn thing on her mind. She moved her hand faster and harder as the heated tingle between her legs grew unbearable and held on to the pulsing wave after wave that pushed and pulled at once. She felt her own hot fluid squirt into her palm as she pressed and stroked herself inside and whimpered as the feel of her hand was finally too much for her over stimulated nerves.
America didn’t think he’d ever stop coming, the plug and its insidious vibration milking more come out of him than he ever thought possible. He watched her body arch and as her chest pushed out he stroked himself harder, painting those fully, heavy tits. Her face was covered, the gooey semen slowly dribbling down her cheeks and chin. Breathing heavily, Canada brought her hand back up, licking it clean, drawing her long, slender fingers across the mess on her face, bringing it to her mouth.
“Jeez, youmademesodirty…” she mumbled, dropping her eyes shyly suddenly feeling bashful. She couldn’t imagine what she must look like, and sucked the digit thoughtfully.
America released his hold on her head, both hands falling to her shoulders. He was spent, boneless, and he steadied himself looking down at her.
“God, you look so damn sexy,” America said at last. He sank to his knees and grabbed the remote shutting the plug off with a sigh. Biting his lip, he reached behind himself and finally removed it, head bowed, hissing softly. He tossed them both over his shoulder not missing her grimace as they landed on the bed. “Worry about it later, I’m tired.” He could wash the damn bedspread and clean everything off after a hot shower.
“It’s the rug too, Al,” she said under her breath mournfully and he only just barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Seeking a distraction, America leaned in cleaning her face off and Canada snickered softly and closed her eyes thinking that he reminded her of an overly affectionate puppy.
America removed Quebec playfully when he saw that she was distracted and stood up when she opened her eyes and blinked at him myopically. Canada squinted automatically and rose on shaky legs looking annoyed.
“Al, give those back, I can’t see.” She grabbed for the glasses glaring as America stepped back holding them above his head.
“Oh, too slow,” He laughed and avoided another lunge this time hooking an arm around her waist as she reached up. America pulled her close and kissed her soundly when she opened her mouth to protest. Her arms trapped against his chest between them now sticky, she kneaded as his pectoral muscles like an annoyed cat until finally resigning herself and relaxing into the kiss.
Canada sighed as America’s tongue lazily circled her own. He tasted like the both of them, salty starting to stale yet somehow it was one of the best kisses he’d ever given her. He dipped her back dramatically in a show of strength, not breaking the contact, tasting her palette, arm not even straining around her waist as he made her bend, made her back arch perfectly. She felt almost dizzy when he let her up and broke the kiss. Canada blinked at him almost stupidly as he perched Quebec on top of her head and grinned- at least she thought that’s what that expression was.
“We so should get married,” America said at last turning to walk into the adjoining bathroom at the far end of the master suite. Canada wiped her glasses as best as she could before deciding it was hopeless and squinted at his bare ass moving towards the double doors. I don’t know why I thought that was a good idea I can’t even- wait what?! She almost tripped, stumbling after him.
“What?" The stone was cold under her feet, America already ahead of her turning one of the faucets on the wall still loving the novelty; this was his only house with a setup like this. There were two, each with a small wooden stool. Japan designed the bathroom, a large soaking tub on the other side. America loved the floor toilet.
“I said let’s get married, Mattie,” America answered taking a seat cavalier as hell. She didn’t see him wince lightly as he sat down. Canada turned on the faucet of the vessel sink, and took Quebec off of her head, rinsing the semen from the lenses. Her heart felt like it was gonna pound out of her chest and how the hell was he asking such a thing like they were just talking about the weather?! Her attention was fixed on the porcelain as she scrubbed.
America watched her over his shoulder enjoying the full view of her backside. He admired the sensual dip of her spine, that apple bottom that just begged to be fucked again, those endless shapely legs, and Christ those tracts of land could give Ukraine a run for her money! He let the spray wash over him, slow as he washed with the rough towel, busily watching her. Canada finished rinsing off the lenses and fished around in in the medicine cabinet for the cleaner still consider his ludicrous proposal. The sway of her tits was hypnotic, those large, flushed nipples erect from the chill of the air and fuck just watching her America was half hard again. You’re so fucking hot like that, Mattie.
“I think I cut off the flow of oxygen to your brain too long, Al,” she said at last, wiping Quebec clean and setting it aside. She washed her face quickly wondering what on earth he was thinking. America always seemed to come up with some insane post coital scheme every other month, though this was hardly worse than the “matching tattoos” which thankfully never came to fruition.
“Aw, c’mon, I’m serious. We could be like the North American Union.” He reached for the shampoo, squeezing a generous amount in his hand. She wasn’t biting. “Camerica?” Canada almost dropped the glasses at that one, catching them at the last moment before setting them on her face.
“Al, don’t be ridiculous.” She took a seat on the stool next to him with a wince of her own turning the spray on her faucet on. “I’m invisible enough as it is, I’d probably disappear entirely if we did that.” Focused on cleaning she paid little attention to the way he continued to oggle her naked body as he washed his hair.
“Okay so... it doesn’t have to be political, right? Just Alfred and Matthew and not America and Canada.” She snorted as she began to wash off.
“Ask me again when we haven’t just had sex andI’msurethatrugisruinedbytheway...” Oblivious to his stare, she enjoyed the hot water and the exfoliating towel on her skin. America watched her as he filled the wooden bucket with warm water. God, you’re amazing like that. You’re so damn gorgeous and you’re not just some shmuck who looks and acts like the poor man’s America. You could stay like that forever... you’d like that, wouldn’t you? We’d be like some Hollywood supercouple... get a house on the border and I could come home to that waiting for me every night. God, just say yes, Mattie and we can do it again right here.
“Besides,” she continued setting the towel aside with a snort unaware of his internal monologue, “It’s not even legal for us to get married here.” And on that note I really need to change back. My boss keeps looking at me funny and I like being able to take a piss standing up. Jeez I don't know how women stand these things, they keeping getting in the way and Al what are you still staring at? He was far too quiet and she turned to look at him curiously. "Hey, earth to America, are you-"
“You could stay like that, Mattie!” he blurted out at last. The silence was tangible as he met her eyes in earnest and she stared back with an unreadable expression. "Ha ha, very funny," she replied rubbing the towel over her shoulder.
"I'm not joking," he answered more quietly and she was beginning to feel an odd anxious feeling in her stomach.
“I’m a man, Al,” she said as the water continued to run. Did you forget that little detail? Did you forget this is just a stupid game we’re playing Cause you said you wanted to see what it’d be like? Did you forget me, your brother? Your fucking twin? I’m not a fucking woman, Al and don’t you dare-
“But you’re perfect like this!” He interrupted her thoughts with yet another tactless rejoiner and continued on in a rush ignoring the growing look of horror on her face as he spoke.
“I mean you’re so fucking amazing! You're sexy and fun and not all uptight and you wear it so well it's like you're totally the perfect woman! I mean yeah you don't have a dick but you don’t really need one right? You’re better like this. You're not all 'whatever you say, Al' or whining about stupid crap or complaining I don't listen to you or take you seriously. You’re like some supermodel bombshell and-” He kept talking. He kept fucking talking and the more he built up this fantatsic and ridiculous Canada vixen, the more anger battled hurt and the more total meltdown rage won out. Canada wasn’t used to flying off the handle. It was far more like her to sigh, feel the slight slump in her shoulders and walk away but right now she was seeing red and she couldn’t even fucking breathe and if she didn’t get out of there she was going to fucking kill him.
She didn’t say another word. She simply grabbed the bucket, dumped the water over his head and slammed it down over top before storming out of the bathroom, the dual faucets muffling the sound of her feet on the stone floor. America stopped his monologue, a stunned expression beneath the pail on his head, sitting silently for a few moments thinking perhaps that could’ve gone better.
“Okay so maybe that was a little... Mattie?” He took the damn thing off his head but didn’t see her. “What the fuck?” Not even bothering to turn off the water, he got up and poked his head out the bathroom door. His robe wasn’t hanging up on it anymore and he heard the alarm beep as the front door opened. Fuck, she was fast.
He didn’t waste any time. He didn’t care that he was naked as he tore down the stairs almost tripping as he rushed to catch her.
“Wait! Dammit, wait!” Where was she gonna go?! She didn’t have a car. She didn’t have fucking shoes, just a robe and the car keys were still in his- He heard the car start up outside. Fuck! America practically tore the door off the hinge as he rushed to catch her. “Wait! Fuck, Mattie you can’t just leave!” Behind the wheel, she didn’t even look at him. She didn’t see him as he ran towards the car naked as the day he was born.
Canada slammed on the gas as he dove for the door. He made an abortive attempt to catch her, hands slamming the side, yelping as she almost ran his fucking foot over. Christ she didn’t even have any money and how late was it, even? It was daylight, he realized as he stopped in the middle of the street wet, naked, and cold. Okay so maybe I coulda said it better but even she’s gotta realize that-
“Alfred F. Jones!” He tensed immediately at the sound of that voice, hands automatically making a feeble attempt to cover himself as he turned. He opened his mouth, not even having a chance to continue before he heard the old woman again. “Boy, it is six o clock in the damn morning what the hell is you doing out here actin’ like a damn fool?!”
Christ, could this night turn out any worse?! Head back towards the sky he cursed every damn deity he could bring to mind.
“Oh my gawd, Miss Bonnie, I ain’t even trying to hear all that right now!” he groaned covering himself best as he could as he made his way back to the porch.
“Boy, don’t you sass me, I’ll come over there and whup your naked ass like your momma shoulda done. I don’t what you did to that poor girl but I’m two seconds from calling the police-” and on and on even after he’d practically crawled back onto the porch with a few apologies and of course Miss Karen’s daughter could be going at it in the middle of the street with that asshole she was seeing but heaven forbid he have one little incident with his girlfriend and-
Girlfriend? Well damn, when had that line of thinking started? He looked down silently contemplating that as he made his way back inside the house. Well shit, Canada would come around. She had to see what he did. Right?