Die Qual der Wahl [1/?]
anonymous
May 26 2010, 19:47:00 UTC
As the evening wore on, he found himself having to forcibly look away from his older sister. He didn’t understand why - there was nothing particularly different about her today, save the simple black cocktail dress and the blood red knitted scarf that cascaded from her slender neck, tied to the side firmly in a floral loop. It had been a gift from Spain and she had worn it to accent Germany’s own red tie. It brought out the colour of her eyes but she never usually had such foresight when it came to something like fashion, and upon his own remark regarding it, she had promptly dismissed the idea.
Her behaviour, too, was normal. She was cocksure as usual, smile strident and self-confident but her laughter was maddeningly demure. If it weren’t for the fact that she hated absolutely everything about Austria and that the mad, murderous, war-mongering glint in her eyes was present, Germany could almost deign to think that she was flirting. It inspired quite a deal of tension in him, and upon sighting something in her hand hovering
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Die Qual der Wahl [2/?]
anonymous
May 26 2010, 19:48:17 UTC
Germany made an incomprehensible noise as he met Prussia’s smiling eyes at the contact, something wordless exchanged between them until Germany finally cleared his throat and made the decision to take them back. He didn’t need a scene and he didn’t need other nations to see a drunk Prussia putting the moves on her younger brother. Something, he noted wryly, that was working beautifully.
Prussia talked about the party idly as Germany drove them home, unable to ignore the hand on his thigh that just stayed there, no stroking, no intent to do anything, no indication of how Prussia was feeling. When Germany let them in, the first thing Prussia did was kick off her stilettos and flop on the couch, calling for some beer because she wasn’t nearly drunk enough. The only reason Germany obliged was because he needed one too
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Die Qual der Wahl [3/?]
anonymous
May 29 2010, 08:49:31 UTC
Germany bit his tongue, the hand on her thigh moving higher. He hooked a single finger in the waistband of her panties and pulled it lower, sliding along the length of it. “Would that prize be you shutting up for once
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Die Qual der Wahl [4/?]
anonymous
May 29 2010, 09:11:08 UTC
“Not yet,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in for an embrace. She reciprocated with some degree of confusion, nestling against his body and turning her head inwards, mouth against his ear. She was about to run her tongue along it when she felt Germany pull her skirt up and another hand snake back down into her panties through the waistband and a finger pushing in right there“Oh god,” she moaned into his ear, pressing her body against his bare torso, cradling the back of his head with her hands as she clutched at his hair. She was wet and slick and he was moving his finger in and out of her, knowing exactly what to push, where she liked it, and soon he was fucking her at a frenetic pace and she was rocking her body against his. She hissed when he added in a second finger and stretched her apart, moving against him desperately, needing him to go faster, but any further motion was hindered with him holding her down by the waist
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Re: Die Qual der Wahl [4/?]
anonymous
May 29 2010, 16:51:54 UTC
You win a f***ing prize!!!
You, authornon, are the best! Prussia is sooo in character. I applaude this as the best part. Because of the teading and calling Germany over his kinks, Prussia won gold with the last part. :D
I would be stalking watching this and you.
reCaptcha: nebraska press. Whut Captcha? You think this kinkiness is worth newsprint? I agree. It's a new column then ;)
Die Qual der Wahl [5/?]
anonymous
May 31 2010, 11:41:06 UTC
He placed her gently on the bed, pulling the knot out of his tie and sliding it from his collar, deliberating something as he surveyed the room. Prussia stirred and sat up against the pillows that had been stacked against the headboard, looking at Germany with a mixture of irritation and impatience, still somewhat unfocused
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Die Qual der Wahl [6/?]
anonymous
May 31 2010, 13:22:10 UTC
“My apologies,” he said sincerely, smiling warmly before he descended, fully intending to make the next two minutes completely worth her while. He sucked - hard - on her clit, rubbing it with his tongue and licking lower, boring into her vagina with it, sliding in and out and eventually focusing on just that as he supplemented her neglected her clit with careful, fast and well-meaning fingers
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Die Qual der Wahl [7/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 17:40:57 UTC
“Keep them on,” he said, only slightly breathless. When she raised her eyebrows at him, he conceded only one thing and with much less shame than he’d expected. “… I’ll take the pan- them off myself.”
She shot him an amused smile and the look on her face said, ‘So you do like little girl panties’, but that was something he couldn’t properly respond to. He opted to remain silent as she slid beside him on the bed, looping her arms around him. Prussia gently cupped his other cheek and pulled him in, sliding a finger along the line of his jaw and over his Adam’s apple, down his throat to his collarbone. She pressed her hand flat against his chest under the shirt and touched him lazily, resting her head against his shoulder, appreciating the firmness of muscle that still existed even under decades of paper pushing. He had lost his well-defined six-pack long ago, but she couldn’t find it in herself to fret over it. Her body had become incomprehensibly soft over the years, after all. He loosely wrapped an arm around her waist, gently holding
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Please don't make Prussia weak or submissive , fem!Prussia is still motherfucking Prussia! amirite?
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Her behaviour, too, was normal. She was cocksure as usual, smile strident and self-confident but her laughter was maddeningly demure. If it weren’t for the fact that she hated absolutely everything about Austria and that the mad, murderous, war-mongering glint in her eyes was present, Germany could almost deign to think that she was flirting. It inspired quite a deal of tension in him, and upon sighting something in her hand hovering ( ... )
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Prussia talked about the party idly as Germany drove them home, unable to ignore the hand on his thigh that just stayed there, no stroking, no intent to do anything, no indication of how Prussia was feeling. When Germany let them in, the first thing Prussia did was kick off her stilettos and flop on the couch, calling for some beer because she wasn’t nearly drunk enough. The only reason Germany obliged was because he needed one too ( ... )
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In love already, anon ♥ Can't wait for the next part! Prussia you are so devious!
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You, authornon, are the best! Prussia is sooo in character. I applaude this as the best part. Because of the teading and calling Germany over his kinks, Prussia won gold with the last part. :D
I would be stalking watching this and you.
reCaptcha: nebraska press. Whut Captcha? You think this kinkiness is worth newsprint? I agree. It's a new column then ;)
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The part where he fingered her through her pants was epic.
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She shot him an amused smile and the look on her face said, ‘So you do like little girl panties’, but that was something he couldn’t properly respond to. He opted to remain silent as she slid beside him on the bed, looping her arms around him. Prussia gently cupped his other cheek and pulled him in, sliding a finger along the line of his jaw and over his Adam’s apple, down his throat to his collarbone. She pressed her hand flat against his chest under the shirt and touched him lazily, resting her head against his shoulder, appreciating the firmness of muscle that still existed even under decades of paper pushing. He had lost his well-defined six-pack long ago, but she couldn’t find it in herself to fret over it. Her body had become incomprehensibly soft over the years, after all. He loosely wrapped an arm around her waist, gently holding ( ... )
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