Hetalia 2p Italy Novels & Stories

Italia shit down her orbs. And the through the sheer finery of passion, the two of them clings on each other as they close and fill their longing and hunger—swiftly, he fills her needs to feel. Italia was still blushing, when her mind would recall what happened earlier that morning. With reddened cheeks, she couldn’t contain her smile. “Shit, this is crazy.” She wanted to castigated herself, but she couldn’t.

"Oh my God, you guys are going to Italy?"Paige shrill voice caught her by surprise excitement in her voice for their trip, she properly placed the phone between her shoulder and her left ear, looking for clothes to fit the trip, she selected a few free flowy dresses, and her favourites Chiffons pleated pants with matching tops folding it into her luggage. "Yes, I told Gran yesterday and she was ecstatic about it,"she replied Paige "Wow, I have read Italy is a very romantic place, who knows what might happen there?" There was a teasing edge in her voice.

“You really want to prove your talent, aren’t you?” “That’s the plan, baby. I’m aiming for an A+.” When he captured my breast with his mouth, I moaned louder, gripped his hair around my fingers, and pushed his head down. “I want you now, Alpha.” I bucked my hips, and he quickly granted my request, thrusting his cock inside me. “You better hurry up. We have a date in Italy.”

Isla's Point of View "I can't believe that you are getting married again." Italia playfully rolled her eyes at herself. "Well, at least, you will be marrying him as you so I guess this second wedding ceremony is needed... and with the preparations hmm... is it safe to say that this is grander compared to the first one?" She asked me and all that I could do was smile at her.

So still it was like her body forgot how to breathe. Italy. Her mind flashed violently to the hospital. To the ICU lights. To Damian’s broken voice. To Lysandra’s face. To the corridor where she’d walked away. To the name Damian Blackwell, fresh on Nikolai’s tongue like it meant nothing. Sera forced herself to swallow. Her smile stayed on her lips, but it was no longer warm. It was careful. “…Italy?” she echoed, voice too light. Nikolai nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Our teacher said it’s educational. We’ll see history and museums and eat pizza and pasta and...”

Suddenly the image of a beautiful black stallion and a gorgeous man kissing her on a beach in Italy when she had gone back for the trial. ‘Tu.’ [You] She whispered as he kissed her possessively dominating her completely, ‘Sei tu.’ [It is you] He saw the recognition in her deep blue eyes and his sparkled mischievously, ‘Così ti ricordi di me, mia piccola bellezza.’ [So you remember me my little beauty?] Discreetly, out of the view of everyone watching them, he kissed down her neck nipping it at the base and she moaned softly all thoughts disappearing as desire swept through her,

Raphael boyishly grinned. I gave him a blushed smile and took a glass of water. "Raphael teach me Italian will you?" "You want to really learn Italian?"He asked immedately, staring at me. I nodded with a broad smile. Raphael gave me longing, lustful eyes before slowly licking his bottom lip which suddenly got me shuddering. "Now" he began as he joined me on the hospital bed. "Let's start with catchphrases and short sentences. Voglio fotterti qui"

Muscle spasms begin to leave me weak and almost unaware of where I am. Mattia leaves a bite on my shoulder, as if his possessive self needs to mark my body as his own property, and somehow, that was by far the most pleasurable thing I felt. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the orgasm he had given me; our breaths were still trying to calm down when he pulled me into his arms. Mattia is an Italian man who is starting to have some gray hairs, making him even more charming. His finely drawn, thin lips are what make him even more beautiful. I run my hand over his full, neatly trimmed beard; his bright eyes on me are clear in their questioning.

The heaviness of my body wasn’t helping either. He gave my foot a little squeeze, my body tensed up with alertness and his persistent stare weren’t helping either as it was slipping a dark yet recognizable feeling into my soul. His appearance was relaxed, too relaxed per say. Awaiting his reply, his tone husked, throaty and deep and it had me sinking into the bed. “Italy darling.” Subconsciously, his words made way into my hearing and my lips parted without my knowledge to utter the words. I was in Italy? Came the question which had me worked up and tensed further for reason which weren’t appealing to me.

came a rich voice from the other side of the door. The servant opened the door, and I wanted to gasp. This man had no shame, he was balls deep in Tiffany’s pussy and was pounding into her. “Cara mia, swallow my cock whole with that tight pussy of yours.” He groaned as her tits bounced underneath him. Then directed at us he said, “I’ll be with you three in a minute.” All we could do was stand there as this Italian man claimed her pussy right in front of us. I could smell that he was a hybrid, too. The only one of us that stood any kind of chance against him was Zepher.