A Pervert's Fantasy (A Prussia + Hungary LEMON)

WARNING: May include some bondage! Don't say I didn't warn you!

"I hate you, Gilbert," Elizabetha said to him as he held the leather riding crop firmly in his grasp. The red-eyed German looked at her and laughed sinisterly as he snapped the leather strip on his palm.

CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!

"Vat do you vant, Elizabetha? Don't tell me you don't know vat is going on inside your head!" he teased crudely as he stared at her stripped-naked form tied up.

She was tied up in such a way that even her private areas were exposed for him to see. Her hands were behind her back, her legs were tied apart as if in a gynecologist's chair to give Gilbert a good view of her womanhood, and her nipples were hard and upright due to the slight chill in the dark, dim room. She rolled her eyes at the German and shook her head, struggling to move in the tight collar.

Gilbert, on the other hand, was a sight to see himself, and he was scantily clad in an outfit made entirely of thin leather. He wore no underpants, leaving his member to stand erect through the gap in his open leather chaps, and two leather straps with metal buckles crossed over his chest to make him look more intimidating. This was a success, for Elizabetha was taken from her home, stripped completely, and tied up in a weird, strappy contraption. This was a pervert's fantasy.

SNAP!

"Ow! What are you doing, Gilbert?" Elizabetha shouted, responding to the riding crop striking her bottom. "That hurts a lot!"

SNAP!

"Stop that! I mean it!" she repeated, the same distressing shout. The German looked down at his member, beginning to stroke it hard and fast as he stared at her distressing expression. Then, it turned to disgust--what the hell is he doing, she asked herself.

Suddenly, he grabbed her head, clutching her light brown hair tightly as he shoved his erection into her mouth. She screamed, gagging as his cock went in and out of her orifice.

"Oh, ja! Zat feels good! No vonder my brozer loves sadistic porn!" he giggled, moaning in pleasure as his member made Elizabetha's cries of disapproval turn to quiet, but audible throat gags. Once he went faster, Elizabetha started gagging so much she let out a few strained coughs. She kept shaking her head to free herself from Gilbert's tight grasp, finally getting his dick out of her mouth as she coughed heavily from him gagging her with his erect member.

"You idiot! What are you doing!? Sto--"

It began again, and Elizabetha's eyes widened as her breath was prevented and it was practically thrusting in and out of the hollow of her throat. Gilbert cackled sadistically at the sensation of her warm, wet mouth.

"Ooh! Zis is awesome!" he groaned, the evil grin still on his face as he felt an even better sensation. "Ooh! Looks who's going to cum!"

Elizabetha's eyes widened upon hearing him, and once she felt his liquid seed pour into her mouth, she spat it out on Gilbert, expressing her disapproval. However, on her tongue it tasted OK, so she swallowed some of it until gasping in her response to him beginning to lick her slick, hot folds.

"Ah! Gilbert! Ahh!" she shouted. He stroked her clit with his index finger, looking up into her eyes with his bright red eyes full of sadistic lust.

"You're all vet, Elizabetha!" he said, sticking a finger inside of her. She winced and moved in her strappy binding, trying to make him stop.

"Stop! I'm warning you!" she shrieked angrily.

"Varning me? Vhy? It's apparent you feel awesome, too!" he said, his finger going deeper as he sucked on her bundle of nerves gently. Elizabetha couldn't help but moan; it actually did feel good, but she hated Gilbert so much that she didn't want to show it. However, she was failing miserably as he sucked her harder and harder with each passing minute as his finger dug into her anterior wall.

"Gilbert! I.....hate....y-you!" she shouted, intense pleasure concealed in her voice. He stopped and stood up, shoving his member inside of her. It was without warning--Elizabetha didn't like this.

"Ah!! Stop! It hurts!!" she exclaimed. Her arms seemed to have minds of their own, wrapping around Gilbert's collared neck spontaneously as he thrust in and out of her roughly.

"It's so much better inside of you, Elizabetha! Admit it--you like vat I'm doing," he told her.

"No! I do not!" she shouted, still holding him close.

"You are holding me, and zat is ze only logical giveaway!" Gilbert contradicted.

"Am I?" she asked, looking into his red-violet eyes.

"Ja!" he told her, laughing as he kept going in and out of her. Elizabetha felt more pleasure, but resisted it to the point where she started screaming.

"Gilbert! Ah!!" she moaned, panting breathlessly. "Stop it!"

"You moaned my name! Zat's it! You like it!!" he responded, going deeper inside of her as he wrapped her legs around his waist.

"It's so hot and vet!" Gilbert finally said moments later. "It must feel good to you!"

"No!" she lied. "I hate it! Stop it!"

"I zink you do!! Don't deny it!" he commanded, whispering in her ear. "You are turned on by my awesomeness!"

"No!" she repeated for the umpteenth time. "Stop!"

"You're getting tighter around me! Ja, you are!" he cooed, moaning loudly from the pleasure Elizabetha's liquid heat gave him. She experienced a sudden rush of ecstasy, and found herself shouting.

"Stop...I'm going to...I'm going to--"

"Vat are you going to do, lieben?" he asked. "I know vat I am going to do--I am going to come!"

"No!!"

"Ja!"

With that, another dose of Gilbert's semen came in contact with her body, and it was inside her. Elizabetha hated the feeling of being dominated, but she knew she couldn't run and hide; she was bound in an awkward position. Gilbert kissed her cheek and smiled at her deviously.

"Guten nacht." Those were his final words before leaving the Hungarian woman bound in the room, awkward position and all.

The Wrong Side of Tonight (A Russia + Belarus LEMON)

Sorry I haven't posted a lemon in a while...I have been really focused on my Ludwig baby daddy story "The Scarlet Woman" and its sequel, "The End of Innocence". Go check them out on my FanFiction page.
In the meantime, I REALLY felt the need to write a lemon about Russia and Belarus...what if she really was successful in forcing him to marry her? What would their wedding night be like? The answer is yet to be revealed...
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"Oh, big brother?"

Ivan's heart pounded in his chest in fear of his new wife. Actually, she wasn't a new woman; she was his younger sister and earlier that day, the two were married. Ivan did not want to give into the pressure of Natalya's incestuous love for him, but he was forced to propose to her at gunpoint. He didn't want to die, so he did as told and during their small, low-key wedding, he was forced to say "I do" at gunpoint. During that fateful moment, Ivan had years pooling in his violet eyes--what was he going to do?

The door was closed for two reasons; one, to allow Ivan to have privacy as he changed into his pajamas, and second (the most important reason) to keep Natalya away from him for just a while longer. Once he heard scratching at the door, he ran and hid under the bed just after buttoning the last button on his pajama top.

"Big brother," Natalya began calmly. "We are husband and wife now. Know what that means?" Ivan didn't answer as he cowered under the bed, his stomach pressed against the wooden floor that the bed frame rested on. He whimpered enough to hear himself, but quiet enough that Natalya could not clearly hear him.

"It's time to REALLY become one, big brother. If you open up the door--"

"NO! I don't want to!" Ivan finally shrieked, realizing that his response only provoked her to kick the door down to get at him. She had initially expected him to be on the bed, but when he was no where to be found, she walked around slowly, peering endlessly for her brother. Ivan felt himself tremble as he heard her footsteps--he was really stuck now.

"I'm going to find you, brother," she said creepily. "Whether you like it or not." The young man shut himself up as he heard the doors of the closet open. Natalya looked everywhere for him until she saw a familiar pair of boots stick out from under the bed.

At last, she thought as she used all of her strength to pull Ivan by his feet out from under the bed. He started to scream and beg for help, but it was to no avail--Natalya would be getting her way yet again with him.

"No! No! Let me go! Please, I beg you!" Ivan pleaded. "This is so wrong! I am your brother! Married or not, you will never be my wife!"

"You are the only man I'd let deflower me," she sneered. "Just get on the bed with me and we'll have fun."

"No! I won't!" Ivan protested. Kolkolkolkol, he thought redundantly in his head.

"Don't you dare make me get my gunman again!" Natalya threatened. Ivan began to weep and bellow at this--in truth, he'd rather die than have sex with his own sister, but at the same time, he wanted to see if there was a way to divorce her.

"I don't care! I'd rather die!" Ivan said in distress. She looked down at him; she saw him as being easily influenced.

"Very well," she said. "TSVIRKUNOV!"

Ivan watched as Natalya's gunman came from behind the door rapidly. Tsvirkunov was a man who was taller than Ivan, but he was extremely intimidating with excessive bulk and a deep, raspy voice. As Ivan got up and nearly darted out the door, Tsvirkunov stopped him and pointed a rifle at his head as the hopeless Russian fell to his knees in front of him.

"What do you want me to make him do, Mrs. Braginsky?" he boomed.

Natalya unbuttoned the front of her dress, letting it drop off of her form and onto the wooden floor. She was clad in nothing but her bra, panties, stockings and shoes. Tsvirkunov looked at her in shock, while Ivan begged for his life.

"Mrs. Braginsky, what are you doing?" Tsvirkunov asked with disbelief.

"I want to...make love with him," she ordered, sitting on the bed with high hopes of tempting her brother and husband. Ivan looked back at her, but Tsvirkunov looked down at him mercilessly.

"Do it or die," he ordered.

"You can't be serious!" Ivan shouted, whimpering helplessly. "She's my sister! That is so wrong!" He heard the intimidating man cock the gun--he was ready to shoot.

"NOW!" he screamed. Ivan grimaced, making his way toward the bed rapidly. He was extremely reluctant, but if he wanted to live, he needed to do what he said. Natalya looked over at Ivan and smiled, her dark blue eyes looking at him lustfully.

Before he knew it, she held his face and began kissing him with insane passion. Ivan's tears continued to fall as he gave into it. 'Stop being a pussy, he thought, just get through it. Just one night. That's all.'

Natalya went on top of Ivan and kissed him, straddling him as she struggled to remove his clothing. Once his pajama top was unbuttoned, she left wet kisses all over his chest. Ivan, in a twisted way, thought this felt good but he still controlled himself.

Things felt so much worse for Ivan when she pulled off his pajama bottoms and his underpants. Upon seeing he wasn't as hard as she expected, she reached down and stroked him. Her brother gasped and felt so uncomfortable he could have died.

"Big brother, why aren't you hard?" she asked playfully before taking his member into her mouth.

"Ah!" he groaned as the sensation of her hot, moist mouth began sucking on him relentlessly. Whatever she could not fit in her mouth, she stroked with her tightly closed hand, pumping him as she licked the sides of his shaft and the head.

"Kolkol," he moaned, hating the pleasure he was getting from his sister. Her sucking sped up, and just minutes later, he came inside of her mouth. Natalya, enjoying the taste of his semen, swallowed it and sighed.

"I want it right now." Ivan looked up at her as she removed her panties and straddled his hips, positioning his member above her liquid heat to penetrate herself. Once she did, she moaned; she was a virgin, but it didn't hurt as much as she expected.

"Big brother, we are one now," she cooed, leaning down to kiss him as she began bouncing on his dick wildly. Ivan shut his eyes; the biggest mistake of his life was being done at that very moment, and he hated it more than words could explain.

"Kolkolkolkol," he whispered to himself quietly.

"Ivan! You are so big! It feels good!" Natalya screamed, getting off on her brother. Her obsession for him grew as she kept thrusting him in and out of her.

"I'm going to cum!" she squealed happily. Ivan felt it, too, but tried so hard to hold it back. Failing at this, he screamed out what was in his head, glad that it was over.

"THIS IS WRONG!!!" he screamed as he came inside of Natalya, who took him out of her and laid beside him on the bed.

"I love you, brother," she said, tracing her nails over his lanky chest. Ivan ignored her and fell asleep, regretting his vulnerability of the day from then on.

The Scarlet Woman (A Germany Hetalia LEMON)

Ludwig spent a long, hard day in his office filling out paperwork and making sure his secretary knew where to send it all out. By the end if the day, his broad shoulders were sore and his back hurt immensely despite that he spent most of the day in a chair. Once he got home, Feliciano (Italy) opened the door for him and put his coat on the rack, but didn't help him relax in the manner he usually did. Instead, he led Ludwig to a room where the doorway was covered by a thick, black velvet curtain. Ludwig looked at Feliciano suspiciously, puzzled by the curtain. He then realized that it was the door to the basement; he never went down there unless he and Prussia were using the secret bar area to drink late at night.

"Let me guess," Ludwig began. "Prussia is down there?"

"No," Feliciano said in his usual cheerful tone of voice. "But there is a surprise down there for you. Look and see."

"Alright," the German agreed. "But if it is something stupid--"

"I swear! It's not!" Feliciano said, raising his right hand as if he were reciting a pledge. Shaking his head, Ludwig drew back the curtain and walked down the steps. It was unusually dim at this time of night, but it was when he reached the bottom landing that he saw candles of all shapes and sizes lit in many parts of the room. Ludwig also noticed that the scenery was much different from when he last left it--the bar was moved aside along with its matching stools, the beer kegs had been taken out, the blinds on the small windows were drawn down, but what caught his attention the most was the trail of red rose petals leading to the fold-down bed, which was decorated with a richly-hued crimson satin bedspread; on top of which a beautiful woman laid on her side staring lustfully at Ludwig with her great dark eyes.

Ludwig's jaw dropped; he had never met this mysterious beauty, but he felt a strange connection with her, as if he had seen her somewhere before. Her hair was cherry red, and her eyes, though very dark, seemed to have a red, satanic glow emanating from them. She wore a red and black lace corset that pushed her breasts up in the right places, a garter belt that held up her black garters and black stockings. On her feet were stilettos that were the same color as her flaming red hair, and her hands and forearms were concealed by black satin ballroom gloves. Her face looked adorable and her neck, which was adorned by a black rose choker, was as thin and graceful as a swans.

"Hallo," he greeted the girl seductively. In response, the girl stood up and strutted over toward him, holding one of this thick, calloused hands.

"Who are you?" He was irritated by her silence, but in a way, it made her ten times hotter to him; she was mysterious, what else could he expect? If this was the surprise Italy was talking about, he thought, I will give him something even better in return. This is the best surprise I've gotten in a long time.

"Call me Krista," she said in a calming, soft voice. "What is your name, handsome?" Ludwig blushed as she led him to the bed. They sat down, and she began kneading his broad, manly shoulders. Ludwig really was starting to enjoy himself.

"I'm...Ludwig," he told her calmly.

"Hmm," she purred, kneading slightly harder into his shoulder muscles. "Where are you from?"

"Germany," Ludwig answered. "In fact, I am Germany." Krista laughed at this thought.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"It's...hard to explain. You wouldn't understand, anyway," Ludwig said with a groan, enjoying his massage. Krista's touch felt amazing; he could only imagine how her touch felt on other parts of his body. She continued massaging his shoulders, but then she straddled his lap; Ludwig was turned on that her breasts were right in front of his face.

"Did that feel good?" she asked, trying to tempt him. He smiled devilishly and blushed like crazy, nodding in response.

"Hmm," she purred, kneeling between his legs as he continued sitting on the bed. Ludwig, knowing why she was positioned like this, laid back and let her unbutton his pants. Krista smiled seductively and took off his pants slowly. She had a burning hunger to pleasure a strapping man like him; it all started with teasing him in the best way she could.

"You can," he said, assuring her that he would allow her to do things to him. Krista snickered and stood up, causing Ludwig to sit back up in wonder as to what she was going to do next. He watched her as she slowly undid the front zipper on her corset, and she did so in a way an exotic dancer would do--slowly and seductively. Ludwig felt his member grow in his pants as he saw her large breasts burst free from their confines in the corset's cups. She came closer to him and held his face between her bosom. Ludwig moaned and purred as his arms hugged her waist tightly, kissing and trailing his nose lightly over her skin. Krista moaned sinisterly and watched him enjoy himself between her breasts.

"Like it?" she asked with a laugh. Ludwig nodded, beginning to suck on her nipples. She arched her back, allowing his rough fingers to trace the curve in the small of her back. She gasped when Ludwig used all his strength to lift her and spin to have her lay on the bed beneath him. He was so engulfed by carnal desire; he wanted her even though he barely knew her for more than ten minutes. He crashed his lips onto hers, kissing her roughly and sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth briskly.

Krista took off his wife-beater tank top and threw it aside where her corset was, and she ran her hands over his beautifully sculpted body. She sat up and planted wet kisses on his chest, trailing her nose down to his abs, when she grabbed the waist band of his underpants, playing with it to tease him. Ludwig couldn't take the subtle torment, and by the time she had taken them off, she saw his sizable girth and great length, taking it into her mouth afterwards. It felt amazing, and Krista was so hard and fast with her sucking that he could hear slight gagging noises coming from her throat.

"Mein gott," he groaned, clutching her hair and thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. Krista was perfectly fine with this, and Ludwig enjoyed it to the point where he came into her mouth just when she began sucking his sack. She swallowed every bit of it and smiled up at him. On the bed, she got on all fours with her bottom facing Ludwig.

"Take mine off," she suggested lustfully. "You know you want it, and really badly, too."

"Ooh," he said, holding her ass with enjoyment. "Nice ass."

He ripped her panties off and held the sides of her butt as he ate her out from behind. Krista, placing her hand on her lower back, moaned as his tongue flicked her clit rapidly. He stuck a finger inside of her and searched in vain for her g-spot, and once he found it, Krista's hips bucked and she moaned breathily. Feeling her as wet as she was, Ludwig couldn't take it anymore; he had the urge to bury himself inside of this strange but drop-dead beautiful woman.

"Oh yeah! I'm going to cum!" she shouted, enraptured in the bliss of the moment. Ludwig held his throbbing hard member and held the head just outside of her entrance.

"Ich kann es nicht mehr aushalten! Ich muss in dir jetzt!" Ludwig said, incensed with lust as he thrust inside of her as deep as he could. Strangely, she wasn't really tight, but he loved the hot wetness emanating from her entrance.

"Ah, yeah," Krista moaned, gripping the red satin bedspread as he went in and out of her at a gradually accelerating pace. He held her hips tightly, but she still pushed against him to try controlling how crazy he went inside of her. Ludwig reached under Krista and held both of her breasts with his big, strong hands, fondling them enthusiastically as his member went wild inside her.

"Ja! Ah, ja!" he moaned, enjoying the feeling of her full breasts in his hands. He pulled out and laid on his back, and Krista smiled seductively, and for a split second, he thought he noticed the diabolical red gleam in her dark eyes.

"Hmm," she purred. "I love being on top."

Straddling his hips gently, she took his member and put it up inside her once again and began to bounce on it. Ludwig loved the view he got of her boobs bouncing up and down whenever she did. Her eyes were closed, her swan-like neck was arched back, and her petite, feminine hands rested on Ludwig's god-like chest as she moaned and sighed from the sensation of his head hitting her g-spot repeatedly.

"Oh, yes! It feels so good! Ludwig!" Krista shouted at the top of her lungs. He held onto her butt and started thrusting up into her really hard and fast, causing her to grip the sheets and scream.

"Oh my god!! Ludwig! Your cock is so big and feels so good!" Krista shouted ecstatically. "Are all German men like you; big and strapping?"

"Not sure," he groaned, rolling the mysterious beauty on her back. Her leg went up so her ankle was on his shoulder, and he went in at the same pace. It felt amazing, and Ludwig felt super-lucky that Feliciano gave him such a surprise. At the last move, Ludwig bent her legs at her sides, allowing to him to delve as deep as he could into Krista's depths. She arched her neck back and shouted.

"Ludwig! I can't get enough!" she shouted as he buried his face in her neck. Inhaling her fragrance, he could smell an amalgam of ginger, jasmine, and vanilla extracts. He had never been so turned on by a scent.

"I'm going to cum!" Ludwig groaned, savoring his final moments of sexual bliss with this strange beauty.

"Me, too! Cum inside me! I want to feel your semen inside me, Ludwig!" she begged.

Her wish was granted; Krista held his strong muscular body close to her as he dispersed his seed inside her. He arched his neck back and pulled out, laying next to Krista, whose arms were spread out as she breathed heavily. He admired her nudity; there was a curve in all the right places. Her white skin had been smooth and looked so, her waist was very petite an small, and her breasts, his favorite part if her body, were perfectly proportionate to her hips. Ludwig moved closer and caressed her face, trailing his fingers slowly down her neck, breasts, stomach, hips, and thighs. Their eyes met, and Ludwig saw the red glow in hers; had she been the devil in disguise?

"You have beautiful eyes," Krista said with a seemingly normal smile. "They're so blue."

Ludwig thanked her with a gaze, and held her close as they fell asleep on the satin covered bed. 

Hide & Seek (Hetalia Italy LEMON)

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"Cinque, quattro, tre, due, uno! Ready or not, I'm coming to find you!" Feliciano said in his usual playful tone.

Tara's tiny footsteps sprinted across the wooden hallway into the master bedroom. Since she was small of stature, she hid behind the bed, bringing her knees up to her chest and ducking her head forward. She and Feliciano had the house all to themselves, and since Feliciano always wanted to have fun, they were playing hide and seek. He was not her boyfriend; rather, they had been best friends for over a year, and they seemed to pair well because they both liked to have fun. Tara didn't quite care for his friend Ludwig, an overly-serious German who always felt obliged to "babysit" Feliciano, whose childlike antics drove him crazy. Tara did not mind it one bit, and found him to be quite funny and boyishly cute.

Tara let out an accidental giggle as she heard Feliciano's footsteps outside of the master bedroom's door. She quickly shut herself up and ducked, hearing the door creak open and her Italian friend enter in what sounded like tip-toes. Then she heard his familiar jovial laugh, and when she looked up, he stood right in front of her with his index finger pointing down at her--Tara laughed as well, standing up to join him.

"That is such a bad hiding spot," he joked. "Just for spoiling the game, I'm going to tickle torture you!"

Feliciano came closer to Tara and tickled her tummy and waist, making her laugh hysterically. She tried to playfully shove him away, but it didn't work. He tickled her so much that she fell back on the bed; he joined her, continuing to tickle her. All the amusement stopped when Feliciano admired Tara's beauty.

Tara was seventeen years old, and she had been Feliciano's friend for just over a year. They had never dated, but unbeknownst to Tara, he secretly liked her a lot. They had met at a bakery, where Feliciano was sampling scalli bread for a pasta dinner he was making for Germany and Japan one evening. It was that very day he caught sight of Tara for the first time; he distinctly remembered her striking features, from her long, silky, richly-colored auburn hair to her slender physique. He only got to say 'hello' to her because he needed to rush out of the store to find Germany (Ludwig). The two became fast friends, as Feliciano frequently went to the same bakery he had first met her in and he always saw her there. Even as good of friends they became, they still went to that bakery to buy sweets or breads. Their eyes met--Tara's eyes had an unusual amber hue that was so clear they looked like actual amber stones. Feliciano had a similar eye color, only his was darker, and Tara liked this moment they shared.

Feliciano smiled, lifting her chin to kiss her tenderly. Tara liked it, but broke the kiss five seconds in.

"What's the matter? You don't want to kiss me?" he asked expressionlessly.

"It's not that," Tara answered with a sigh. "The thing is I thought you like Germany. I thought you were gay."

Feliciano laughed at her assumption hysterically and took her hand, kissing it as a gentleman would do to a lady.

"No, I am not really gay," he answered honestly. Tara raised her eyebrows in shock; though she hated stereotypes, she saw Feliciano as effeminate and cowardly. Also, he hung around with Germany a lot, cooking him food, giving him presents, and even writing songs for him, therefore proving her instincts right (for a time). It was such a shock to realize he wasn't gay.

"Really? What about--"

"Germany is my good friend," Feliciano said with a cheeky smile--you found this cute. "I like you a lot, Tara. Sei bellissima é simpatica. Te amo molto, Tara."

Tara didn't know very much Italian, but she could tell it had some relation to what he had told her already. Feliciano cupped her face in his hands and started kissing her again. Before his tongue caressed her bottom lip, she broke the kiss again; Feliciano felt this was frustrating.

"I...I like you, too, Feliciano," Tara said, crashing her lips onto his. He fell on his back with Tara straddling him, caressing his face as their tongues met. Feliciano's hands slid from her waist to her butt, lightly goosing her through her back pockets, causing her to gasp enough to let his tongue enter her mouth more than it had been.

Feliciano was enjoying himself; he rolled Tara onto her back and went for her neck, kissing her wildly as he searched in vain for her sweet spot. Once he went to the base of her neck, Tara threw her head back and moaned gently.

"Feliciano," she sighed. He now knew where her sweet spot was--he kissed, licked and sucked it gently, making her moan with anticipation. Tara wanted him so badly, and wanted to satisfy this newborn need.

He slid his hands under Tara's shirt, throwing it aside upon its removal, and he continued to kiss the top of her chest gently. As his fingers traced up the curve of her spine, he unhooked her bra and threw it aside. Tara blushed to the point where her face looked like a ripe tomato.

"Tara, don't be embarrassed," Feliciano said cutely, admiring her breasts. "You look cute."

"Not like this, I don't," she answered, cut off by her own moan when Feliciano's hands began caressing her fullness gently. Tara sighed as she enjoyed the sensation of his hands exploring her. His tongue feasted on her hardened nipples, and Tara arched against Feliciano sharply as he started sucking on them as a baby would do to its mother. She moaned loudly and her desire grew with each moment he spent sucking on her breasts.

Feliciano got rid of his shirt, allowing Tara to seize the opportunity to attack him with kisses. He groaned at the feeling of Tara's warm breath and full, soft lips pecking passionately at his chest. She worked her way down to his tummy and undid the button on his pants, removing them to expose his red and green boxers. She could easily see he was harder than she previously thought; she had no idea she had aroused him this much. Feliciano stared down at Tara as she began to stroke his bulge with an even amount of pressure.

"Mamma Mia," he groaned. "It feels so good."

Tara was half-clothed, but nevertheless, she was determined to please him first. He laid on his back as she removed his boxers; upon seeing his erection stand perfectly upright, she gasped. Holding it in her hand, she marveled at how big he was.

"You're so big, Feliciano," Tara said, putting her mouth over it, fitting as much of it in and out her mouth as possible. Feliciano groaned and sighed in pleasure, clutching her silky auburn tresses as she continued to suck him.

"Tara," he sighed with deep satisfaction. Tara held the part she couldn't fit in her mouth with her free hand, flicking her wrist as she stroked him. Licking the tip, she and Feliciano's eyes met, but she noticed him arch his back while his love seed spurted into her mouth. Tara licked her lips and swallowed it--it didn't taste all that bad.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I came without telling you," Feliciano said, going to his knees with Tara to kiss her.

"It's OK," she said. "I loved it. It tasted good." The two had their lips entwined in a fervent kiss, their tongues competing for dominance which Tara ended up winning. Feliciano had her lie on her back in order to easily remove her pants and socks. He leaned forward and kissed from her breasts to her hips. He slowly removed her panties and admired the temple that rested between her knees. Opening her knees, he smiled at Tara, whose blushing went way past looking like a ripe tomato.

"Why are you embarrassed? You are beautiful, Tara!" Feliciano cooed as he started to stroke her. "Oh, you're so wet, too!"

Tara gasped as his touch drove her wild with insane amounts of pleasure, but it elevated once she felt his tongue slowly licking her from her opening to her clit. She knew he was teasing her, and since she knew the curl on his head was sensitive, Tara twirled it around her finger as he pleased her. She found him to be more enthused that she had touched his sweet spot, and he began to suck on her clit and pull on her lips with his mouth.

"Oh yeah," she moaned with a sigh. Her hips bucked once she felt Feliciano's finger enter her. He was turned on instantly as he felt her tightness; he stuck his finger in and out of her at a slow pace first, but the speed gradually increased as he stroked a certain area on her wall. Tara clutched his hair as she arched her back, holding his face to her private area. He sucked her clit gently as he stroked her on the inside. She began to scream from the intense pleasure, and when he stopped, her heart begged for him to continue.

Feliciano kneeled between her legs, holding his member while exchanging glances with Tara, whose arms were snaked around his neck.

"Are you a virgin, Tara?" he asked; he didn't want to hurt her and he needed to know just in case. She shook her head.

"No, Feliciano," she answered. "You asked me that because you don't want to hurt me?"

"Si," he said with one of his cute smiles. He plunged into her depths and thrusted in and out slowly to build up intensity for the both of them. Tara held him close and they shared yet another passionate kiss. Feliciano went to kiss her neck and the base of it, and he began moaning as she arched her back.

"Feliciano!" she shouted in ecstasy. "Faster! Please!"

Holding onto her bucking hips, Feliciano did as requested and quickened his pace, hitting a sensitive spot inside her that made her moan and shout even louder than before.

"FEEELIII!!!" Tara shouted, a nickname she rarely used. Her nails dug into his back as he delved deeper into her; it was pure heaven.

"It's so tight. It feels so great!" Feliciano said, enraptured by the sexual bliss present in the room.

"I...I'm going to cum!" Tara said after a few more minutes.

"Me, too, amore! Lets do it together," he told her as she held him close to her. Her screams and his groans led to the messy climax that concluded their lovemaking. When Feliciano pulled out, his semen dripped out of Tara's entrance. She spread herself open to rid herself of the impregnating substance and then cuddled in Feliciano's arms.

"Te amo, Tara," he told her in his beautiful native language. She smiled and they kissed each other.

"I love you?" she guessed. He nodded with blushing pink cheeks.

"Yes, I do love you," he agreed.

"Same," Tara said.

Suddenly, there was a familiar presence near the bedroom door that caught Feliciano's attention. Lifting his head from the bed, he watched as the white wooden door burst open, revealing his friend Germany with a mortified look on his face.

"What the--"

"Get out of here! Hey! Come on!" Feliciano said, embarrassed to be naked in front of him. Germany closed the door, but heard his friend's cutesy voice.

"Did you see anything, Germany?!" he asked in a shout.

"No," he said. "I am giving you one hour to sleep in there with your girlfriend."

"You don't mean that! Give us the night! Please?!" Feliciano begged. Tara laughed at this.

"Fine," Germany answered in his manly, gruff voice.

"Yes! Yes!" Feliciano said. He and Tara cuddled on the bed for the rest of the night, and during this, she became his one and only girlfriend.

Twilight in Paris (A France Lemon--Hetalia)

Ah, a twilight in Paris, the city of lights, was everything I hoped it would be. As I sat on the balcony in a tan wicker woven chair with cream white seat cushions holding a glass of red wine in my hand, the Eiffel Tower seemed so far away from me, lights glowing to outline its majestic shape as dusk grew darker. The Arc de Troimphe stood closer to the hotel I stayed in during me and my boyfriend's vacation in his home country.

I had been in a relationship with a Frenchman named Francis (I know, his name is a coincidence), and he was the greatest guy I had ever met. He was romantic to the core--he took me out on dates to only the finest restaurants and clubs, showered me with beautiful and expensive gifts, and he was just an all-around gentlemen. The thing I loved most about him was that whenever there was a rose bush around, he'd always take a moment to carefully pluck the best one and give it me while saying something so romantic my head would be stuck in the clouds for the rest of the day. In bed, he was amazing--he made love to me with an immeasurable amount of ardor every time and it was never boring. I had been to France with him twice since we had begun dating two years before. Though at times he was possessive and somewhat controlling, I still loved him very much--he was my everything, and it was pretty evident that he'd be nothing without me.

"I think you should be coming to bed now, mon cherie," I heard Francis say from inside our suite. I stood up from my hair and sipped my glass of red wine before walking inside and shutting the glass doors leading to the balcony. I turned around and Francis under the clean white cotton sheets, staring at me lustfully.

"Hey, Francis," I said. He continued looking at me with the look that told me that he was burning for me. I walked over to the bed and sat down. Hearing the sound of ruffling sheets, I felt his presence grow closer with each second passing, and before I knew it, the sensation of his breath on my neck sent chills throughout my body. I arched my neck back briefly, aware that he was going to seduce me, but then I looked into his great blue eyes.

"Je veux que vous adorez," he whispered softly. I sighed; I fell in love with him over and over again whenever he spoke French in that tone of voice. It was just then that I noticed he was not wearing any clothes under the sheets--looking down, I could see his bulge through the linen.

"Are you wearing clothes, Francis?" I asked him. I knew the answer; I just wanted to know what he'd say.

"No," he answered nonchalantly. "Let's make love, mon cherie. I am so in the mood for passionate love."

His tone grew more fervent and I could not resist his charm. Looking into his eyes, I unbuttoned my mint green blouse and threw it on the chair that was close to the bed but in the corner. Then I removed my pencil skirt and black leather pumps and threw those in the same area where my blouse was. My bra, panties, and stockings were all I was wearing; I didn't blush or cower--we had done this several times before.

I kneeled on the bed and held Francis' face in my hands, kissing him tenderly. His passion grew by the minute, and he kneeled in front of me, placing his hands on my waist. I felt them go up to undo the clasp on my bra as his lips sucked and nibbled at my neck. My back arched once my breasts were exposed, allowing him to freely kiss and caress me.

Francis' lips wandered slowly around my bare bosom, lightly kissing my fullness before he started sucking on my nipples. It felt wonderful--it always had. I guess Francis really loved my breasts. They were not too big but not too small and until he and I had made love for the first time quite some time before, I was so insecure about that part of my body.

"Francis," I moaned as he continued worshipping my bosom. Now, he was caressing and fondling them as he flicked his tongue rapidly over my nipples. I kept on moaning his name, but I was so caught up in the ecstasy of the moment that I had no idea what to say.

He continued moving lower on my body, so I laid on my back to give him more freedom to explore. He seemed to know my body well; it drove me absolutely insane when he kissed my hips. I moaned, and I felt myself get wetter as he continued.

He took off my underpants and threw them aside, beginning to kiss my thighs gently. I smiled devilishly as he moved lower to my knees, shins, ankles, and when he got to my feet. I began to wonder why he had all of a sudden started sucking my toes.

He had never done this before, so this was definitely new and unusual. It felt strange (even though my stockings were still on), but it was erotic in a way. I cringed as I watched him, and when he stopped, he stared into my eyes.

"Is there something wrong, amour?" He asked me. I cocked an eyebrow up in confusion.

"Why did you just do that?" I questioned. He smiled at me with unbridled lust in his eyes.

"When I say I want to worship you, I worship every part of you. Not just the usual, mon cherie," Francis told me. I watched him situate himself between my legs, and when I felt his warm breath on my womanhood, I became more aroused than I had been. He traced his tongue around my folds, lapping up my natural taste and juices. I moaned and sighed uncontrollably. I felt his index finger rub my clit gently, and then the inserted his finger inside me, placing his tongue on my clit. After moving his index finger in and out of me, his middle finger joined in and both fingers rubbed my g-spot gently.It was like dying and going to heaven; it felt amazing.

"Francis! Oh my! Stop torturing me!!! I need it now! Please give it to me, Francis!!" I screamed, holding my breasts as my back arched and my hips moved wildly out of control. He seemed to ignore me; I felt his middle finger go up further inside of me. It felt odd but I assumed he was touching my cervix. This also was something new and unusual; he had never gone that far up inside me before. It was so pleasurable that I grabbed a pillow and screamed in it.

"FRANCIS!!! PLEASE!! I need it so BAD!!" Those were the words I screamed into the fluffy white pillow before Francis stopped pleasing me and pulled the pillow away from me, kissing me with intense ardor as he entered me. I arched my neck back and sighed gently as he thrust in and out at a regular pace.

"Oh, Francis," I sighed, my passion's flame growing calmer. He leaned down and kissed my neck and breasts softly as his thrusts intensified.

"Lac de votre corps est le seul que je pourrais jamais noyer po," Francis said with ferocious passion as his pace increased. "Je voudrais mourir en vous aimant!"

I was at the peak of my arousal; once he began speaking French, I lost it. Within minutes we reached our climax, and when he pulled out, I laid on the bed, breathing heavily as my arms were spread out. Francis was suddenly gone, but came back holding something in his hand. I say up, taking a deep breath, and he did as well.

"Hold out your hand," he said with his beautiful-sounding accent. I did so, and in my hand fell a gold diamond solitaire ring. My eyes lit up; I was so surprised because Francis did not seem like the marrying type when we had first met. I looked up and smiled. Tears formed in my eyes as I listened to what he had to say.

"Mon amour, I love you more than Romeo loved Juliet, and though I hope our love is not tragic, please say that you will marry me?" Francis said sweetly.

I nodded rapidly and impulsively. He was such a great boyfriend--I was confident he'd make a wonderful husband. I jumped into his arms excitedly, kissing him.

"Yes!! I will!! I love you so very much, Francis!" I told him.

And that is how I spent the night where I saw my first Parisian twilight...

One Messed Up Night (A Germany + Italy Lemon)

I thought it would be good to write a lemon featuring Germany (Ludwig) and Italy (Feliciano). Enjoy!!!
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Just hours ago, Ludwig was out with Prussia, indulging in beer over a late night conversation. After becoming intoxicated to the point where he tripped with every step he took, he was dragged home by Kiku (Japan) with the help of Feliciano. Despite that he was completely unaware of his surroundings due to his drunkenness, he managed to sleep for four hours straight.

When he finally opened his eyes, he realized he had never suffered such a horrible headache in his life. He rubbed his head roughly to relieve it, messing up his blond hair in the process. It had been slicked back like always, but now strand stuck out in random spots on his head. He turned his head to his right, and let out a shout upon seeing Feliciano laying next to him, staring at Ludwig with a big grin on his face.

"Ah, you're awake!" Feliciano said cheerfully.

"Aah!" Ludwig shrieked, jerking himself up to sit up straight. "What are you doing here? Why the holy fürhur are you doing laying next me?!"

"Aw, don't be so excited, Germany," Feliciano said. Ludwig's frustration grew as he saw his friend make himself comfortable by laying his arm below his head.

"Get out!" he ordered meanly, standing up to grab his Luger from the bedside table. Pointing it at Feliciano, knowing he'd respond in a cowardly way, he gave him a death stare, watching the Italian grovel at his feet out of fear Ludwig would kill him. What an idiot, the German thought, he actually thinks I will kill him.

"Please don't kill me, Germany! I'll do anything you ask me to!! I'll cook you some pasta with meatballs!! I'll write you a new song! I'll do anything just please don't kill me!!" Feliciano cried.

The Italian got confused when Ludwig began laughing heartily at him. Catching on, he laughed also, but the fear came back into him when Ludwig's face was stern again.

"You really think I'd kill you, Italy?" Ludwig asked, testing the stupidity he thought was within Feliciano at that moment. He giggled, still on his knees at Ludwig's feet.

"Would you?" the Italian asked. Ludwig sighed, putting the gun back on the bedside table. Feliciano sighed in relief, but he realized he had to tell him something important.

For a while now, Feliciano really liked Ludwig--it was also the only logical explanation as to why he spent so much time with him and even slept in his bed some nights. Ludwig was completely oblivious to the fact that Feliciano was making advances toward him, and often got angry when he got too clingy with him. He hated it most when Feliciano slept in his bed with him and half the time, he didn't know he was there. There would come a moment like this, where Feliciano would be sleeping next to Ludwig, who had been so drunk he didn't know where he was.

"Are you alright now?" the Italian asked. "You were so drunk after all that beer you drank with Prussia. You passed out, so Japan and I brought you here." Ludwig rubbed his forehead, and then moved his hand down to rub his eyes. Upon looking at Feliciano, he felt his cheery friend's lips crash onto his own, causing his eyes to widen in shock as Feliciano kissed him. Ludwig pushed him off roughly, wiping his mouth in repulsion.

"What the holy fürhur are you doing?! Are you crazy?!" the German shouted with anger in his eyes. Now he had really done it, and Feliciano knew he had to explain his most recent annoying action.

"Feliciano threw his short, petite arms at Ludwig and held him as tight as he humanly could."

"Germany, I love you!" he confessed with a worried tone of voice. Feliciano threw his short, petite arms at Ludwig and held him as tight as he humanly could. Ludwig groaned distastefully; I am not gay, he told himself, I am probably still drunk and hearing nonsense.

"Even though we were enemies before, we are friends now, and I love you. You are a really good guy, Germany. Even though I was your prisoner, you gave me good food that didn't suck like what England fed me. Oh, the sausages and cheeses you fed me always tasted so good, and even I cooked for you, too. Don't you remember, Germany?" Feliciano confessed thoroughly. Ludwig kept a straight face--he didn't want to be totally cruel to his friend and he knew he was not gay.

"Yes, I remember," he sighed. "But just so you know, Italy, I am not gay."

"Oh," Feliciano replied with a frown. "Can't you just try it? Just once? I'll leave you alone after, and we can just be friends!"

"I'd rather we just not do it and say we did," Ludwig resisted firmly. Feliciano's eyes were pleading--how could Ludwig resist that cute little face that always caught his attention and annoyed him at the same time? The Italian kissed the strong German on the cheek gently, and Ludwig looked at him.

"See? It's not so bad! Please?" he begged. Ignoring him, the German laid back on the bed and rubbed his eyes. Then he felt something odd--his eyes were closed, and when he opened them, he saw Feliciano straddling his legs, his head near the zipper on his pants.

"Hmm...I wonder what your sausage is like, Germany," Feliciano said playfully as he pulled the zipper down. Ludwig jerked up, but before he could stop Feliciano, he felt the Italian stick his large member in his mouth, licking the tip and sticking the shaft in and out of his mouth. The German arched his neck back. It feels so good, he thought, I'm not gay but I guess a blowjob from anyone feels good. Groaning from the unusual source of pleasure, he held onto Feliciano's head and ran his fingers through his russett brown hair. He touched the sensitive curl on the side of his head, making him moan as he sucked Ludwig off.

"Italy, mein gott," he whispered, finally accepting the blissful feeling of being stimulated. After a few minutes, Ludwig could feel himself orgasm, and he groaned loudly as his seed filled Feliciano's mouth. He swallowed it and licked his lips seductively.

"Tastes so good," Feliciano said, going up to Ludwig to kiss him passionately. The German could taste traces of his own seminal fluid as his tongue danced with Feliciano's. They fought for dominance for quite some time before the Italian won. Ludwig, suddenly enamoured with his friend, removed Feliciano's shirt and pants, planting kisses on his neck, chest and stomach.

"Germany!" the Italian sighed with a giggle. Ludwig removed Feliciano's underpants and looked at his member--it was thick, but it was shorter than his by two or three inches. He leaned down and began licking the tip, making Feliciano scream with pleasure.

"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!" the Italian chanted ecstatically. When Ludwig took Feliciano's shaft in and out of his mouth, the Italian arched his back and sighed noisily, chanting his name. Just before he reached his orgasm, Ludwig stopped and removed his own clothing before doing anything else.

"Te amo, Germania!" Feliciano told the German in a sigh before Ludwig crashed his lips onto his, kissing him fervently before the Italian got on all fours. Ludwig positioned himself behind Feliciano and slid his erection into Feliciano's asshole.

"Ah," the Italian said as Ludwig started out with slow, steady thrusts. The German groaned as he felt the sensation of Feliciano's tight ass. The Italian moaned and groaned, shutting his eyes tightly as he gripped the bedspread.

"Germany! Germany!" Feliciano moaned. "It feels so good!"

Ludwig ignored him, increasing his speed as he slammed into his ass harder. He knew deep down he was only having gay sex with Feliciano to keep him from annoying him even more. He hated sticking his dick into another man's ass, but it was the only way to keep Feliciano from bugging him. After all, he was drunk and saw that giving in was the only way to get his friend to shut up.

"Germany!" Feliciano repeated, close to his orgasm. Strangely, Ludwig felt himself start to come closer to his climax, and when he did, he came inside Feliciano's ass. He felt better it was over, but oddly enough, it was ironic that though he hated it, it felt good enough for a climax to be even possible. He pulled out of Feliciano and dragged the sheet down so he could sleep snug in his bed. Feliciano joined him, but even though Ludwig was reluctant, he knew he had no choice--he had sex with him for heaven's sake!

Feliciano moved closer to Ludwig and placed a hand over his muscular chest, resting his head on his broad shoulder. Ludwig looked at Feliciano sternly, and the cheery Italian noticed his glare.

"Italy?" he said.

"Yes, Germany?" Feliciano asked with a smile.

"I'm still not gay. You can say you love me all you want, but know that I am still drunk from earlier and I would never do this if I were sober," Ludwig said. Feliciano raised his eyebrows as he kept looking at the German.

"Why not?" he asked. Ludwig groaned and turned on his side.

"Shut up and go to sleep," he ordered.