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hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
Hetalia Kink meme part 15
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hetalia kink meme
part 15
hetalia kink meme
part 15
Ahh yeah that is the super duper delayed Christmas reveal for 2009 LOL...just found the time to finish it now...
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Blooded Bonds (10b/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-01 04:07 am (UTC)(link)“I have come to pay the Blood Tithe for myself, Francis Bonnefoy, and Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.”
“Then speak.”
Gil gasped, her God’s words licking along her spine like fire. She was growing hot, as if twisting out of her skin. It took every ounce of control left in her body to remember her lines. “We…we give you the souls we have slain on the battlefield … s-sixty eight since last moon. We hope we have served you well.” She did not look up, still, her eyes concentrated only on her fingers digging themselves into the dirt in agony.
“Barely sufficient for a Triad.” There was no anger or malice in the voice. “I wonder if I should accept your Tithe this moon. You have disappointed me, my beloved.”
Desperately cursing Antonio’s slave boy and the reason for their immovability, Gil ground her teeth. “We have paid gold at the temple-“
“Yes, yes … “ The voice had solidified now, the shadow under her eyelids drawing into itself and making a familiar shape. “But you know … you know that that is not enough…”
With a dry shiver, Gil looked up, her eyes half-lidded and already drunk with arousal. “Then, my God, come take this body as your Tithe.”
The man the shadow became knelt down in the dirt, a soft smile on his face as he traced Gil’s jaw with a gloved finger. He ran his thumb over her lip and she sighed in supplication, taking the digit into her mouth and running her tongue sensuously over, and over the leather until it dripped with her saliva.
“I despise being bound to this mortal,” The man gently bent Gil down, her pale skin a testament in the moonlight as he stripped off her clothing. “But one must admit, it does have its privileges.”
Gil sighed in reply, her mind already gone. It was like bloodlust in the middle of a battle, the red washing over her like a wave. But this time, she drowned into the moon. The silver disc in the sky as a cool circle of water, washing over her body and making her still and white.
Or it was the night air on her skin. Gil shivered, feeling her God’s hands on her and his mouth descending to her lips. Eager, she arched into his embrace, forcing everything in her mind that recoiled from this moment to a small, dark place. The invasion of his tongue she took, twining it with her own as he ravaged her mouth.
His hands, stripped of their gloves, felt cool on her skin. She was hot and cold, alternating sweating and shivering, the sensations of both temperatures sending uncontrollable sparks of pleasure through her body. Her God cupped her small breasts, breathing over them lightly while she panted into the night sky. Then once, and again, he scraped his teeth over the sensitive flesh, making her cry out. His other hand strayed lower, to brush against her damp and swollen sex.
Gil whined, an animalistic sound deep in her throat as she ground down, seeking friction.
Her God chuckled as he unlatched the buckles of his coat, baring his chest to lie flush against her skin. Sometimes he was rough, taking her with little preparation and making her bleed, bucking into his thrusts, screaming until her throat was hoarse. Tonight, he would be gentle, his fingers seeking her dripping heat and pressing inside, rubbing against her sensitive spots, teasing her to full arousal.
Gil panted, rolling her hips against his hand. “Please, please,” She begged. “Inside me, i-inside …”
Her God smirked darkly. “What a proud woman, what would your comrades think if they saw you like this?”
Something from that statement jarred loose the pieces of her mind. The moon … her mind shivered, looking into her God’s dark, dark eyes. It is the moon … And then the thought was gone, which was just as well.
There were many things that Gil would rather not think about.
Her God’s cock was hot as it laid between her thighs, and she opened her legs eagerly to receive, all the while clawing the dirt under her in an attempt to stay within the circle. She had enough sense for that, at least.
Blooded Bonds (10c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-01 04:12 am (UTC)(link)He murmured something she could not catch and pushed in. Gil swallowed a cry as she felt herself stretching far more than his fingers had prepared her for. Her God was big, heavy; it was almost painful to accept him so. She turned away from his face as he entered her. It was an unthinking motion, but she knew that if she looked into his eyes now, she might lose the small part of her she had been trying to save.
“Beloved. You are mine … ” He whispered in her hair, when he was fully sheathed inside of her, cradling her trembling body as if it were precious, not merely a tool. Gil shuddered, telling herself to relax into the feeling of being filled.
Then he began to move, slow, smooth strokes that had her crying into the empty air, gasping to fill her lungs. Her heels dug into the dirt, toes curling. She screamed nonsense while he cooed into her ear, his thrusts growing faster, steadier, still under complete control.
Her mind grew dark. “Love,” She heard, the shadow and the voice crowding her mind. The pleasure had made her vulnerable.
He was caressing her body, her old scars and wounds, calling her beautiful because she gained these in service of him.
“Become mine…”
Gil’s eyes snapped open as her thoughts became cluttered with violence and lust. No! a voice screamed in her mind.
“Become one with me…”
“No!” She cried aloud, her body still in the throes of pleasure. Desperately, desperately, she retreated into herself.
Gil felt cruel hands at her throat, and she closed herself further, withdrawing into the tight space in her head she had preserved, carefully, for such incidences.
Frustrated, her God tightened his grip. “Why, why do you elude me?” His voice broke into human, a crack in his control. “I could kill you now!”
Desperately, Gil surrounded herself with the images she could not bear to lose – Francis and Antonio, drinking to victory, her parents, merely fuzzy memories in her head, and her brother … If she gave herself to her God completely - there would be nothing left.
Her God had stopped moving, and her body tightened with need – for air, for release … he hissed into her ear. First sweet, telling her that she would be his queen, would stay at his side for eternity, then threatening, how he could kill everyone dear to her.
In her mind, she knew that they were lies, but she trembled under his fingers all the same. It might have been selfish, but the one thing that she kept pressed close to her heart was the feeling of a small hand in hers and blue, blue eyes. Him. It was him who prevented her from falling into the stench of blood and the coldness of her God’s body. Him who she lived for, always.
“I could strip his memories from your mind.” Her God sneered, but he had already given up, his hands taken from her throat.
“I will slit my own throat, then.” She replied in her head, mouth too preoccupied with sucking in lungfuls of air.
“Give me this, then, at least.” Her God shook her until she opened her eyes, forced her to look into him as he came, filling her with a sickening warmth. Something deep inside her shattered and she screamed, her arms still refusing to grasp his body until the end, her fingernails caked with blood and dirt from her violent thrashing.
Afterwards, her God, in the body of the mortal known as Ivan Braginski, cradled Gil’s limp body as she slumbered.
“I don’t know why I want you.” He whispered wonderingly into her hair. “I have broken all the others …” Almost tenderly, he searched Gil’s body until he found his mark on her, caressing that piece of skin possessively.
She was … so strong, the strongest of his women. She had survived for ten years, and for ten years eluded him, her body his but her heart and her mind forever out of reach. One of these days, he thought savagely, he would really kill her. If she could not be his …
But he knew that he wouldn’t, not now. Not when he still needed her. “Perhaps you will be the one to break me out of that woman’s spell.” He whispered darkly, rolling her body in his cloak. Carefully, he placed her within the circle she had tried so desperately to maintain.
It wouldn’t do to shatter her illusion of safety, after all.
Re: Blooded Bonds (10c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-01 07:02 am (UTC)(link)Uh, smoking hot much? I'm so happy you updated, it's like the cherry on top of a really good Christmas/New Years.
Can't wait for more!
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-01-01 10:22 am (UTC)(link)Oh my.
Agreeing with above anon, smoking hot! Wow. And the depth you added to this was crazy awesome, not so much sex as a battle of wills. And it's interesting to see that the God himself isn't so much just blind evil. Haha, they always want the ones they can't get most XD
Also, the ending... hjfgusyusf. Damn all these characters fascinate me so now.
Happy New Year!
Fanart
(Anonymous) 2011-01-02 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)http://i52.tinypic.com/eb3ls8.jpg
I wasn't sure exactly how you envision Gil, but Pixiv artists have coverted me to fem!Pruss with wavy hair fguygfsdg correct me and I will be happy to draw more!
Keep up the awesome fic <3
A!A
(Anonymous) 2011-01-03 12:56 am (UTC)(link)In short, love!
Re: A!A
(Anonymous) 2011-01-03 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)I like fem!Prussia with short or long hair, but long hair rules my pencil right now, I might do a sketch of the shorthaired version, just to see!
♥
Re: Blooded Bonds (10c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-02 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)I've been looking for an awesome Fem-Prussia story forever, and I swear, author!anon has made my dream come true~! (Even better that there's RUSPRU~! -mein otp-)
Everyone's so IC, the plot is wonderful, the entire IDEA has been expressed beautifully..
I'm speechless.. ; w;
So please update whenever you can, hopefully sooner then later, and stay awesome!!
-ABDH
I really dont know what to say!!
(Anonymous) 2011-01-16 11:53 am (UTC)(link)Everything makes me want moaaaarr!!! ;A;!!!!
Re: Blooded Bonds (10c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-20 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)Really, everything, from the characters to their interactions to the plot is perfect. Sorry, you deserve lots of far more articulate, elaborate comments but all I can say is that this anon here cannot wait for MOAR.
I'm especially looking forward to Vash's appearance. Oh, and for Mangary to meet Prussia. That's bound to be interesting!
Re: Blooded Bonds (10c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-22 12:58 am (UTC)(link)/incoherent with the awesome