Hetalia Germany X Italy Lemon Novels & Stories

“Mama! That’s the man from your pictures!” Amelia froze. Her blood ran cold. “Leo,” she said softly but firmly, “that’s enough.” Damien’s gaze darkened, curiosity cutting through his calm mask. “Pictures?” he asked, taking a slow step forward. “What pictures, Amelia?” Leo looked up innocently. “The ones in the drawer! From Italy! You wrote something on the back… ‘Mi Rey’!” Damien crouched down to Leo’s level, trying to hide the tremor in his voice. “That’s Spanish,” he said quietly. “Where did you see those pictures, kid?”

Alpha Lumaro, Luna Leslie, Grazziena, and Draeko who heard what Leelum had said, looked at each other and almost simultaneously smiled with happiness. ====================== THE END ============================

“ Did she ? How generous of her ! You are lucky . “ said Massimo . “ Yeah…. “ said Luna with a smile , softening her gaze for a second . Massimo stared at Luna as she smiled . “ Why are you looking at me like that ? “ said Luna confused . “ I want to ask you……… “ said Massimo with a pensive and serious look . “ What ? “ said Luna . “ Is that girl your lover ?…….Are you a lesbian ? “ asked Massimo , making Luna chose at the cake she was eating . “ Cough…..Cough……..What makes you even think that ? “ said Luna coughing , still shocked as she drank water . “ Well , you have seen my wonderful body , without me wearing a shirt yet you didn’t show any kind of interest . Now that you leaned your hea

I swear my heart has never felt so full. “I can already sense the amount of trouble she is going to land her old man and brother in. I just hope Dmitris’ son, Nikolai Orlov can keep up with her.” Leo mumbles with an underlay of amusement coating his words. Cupping his jaw in my hand, “I just hope that River and Nikolai are prepared for the tantalising future that awaits them. Passion will ignite until there is a scorching blaze of desire raging between them. Because I hear Russians and Italians do it best in the bedroom,” I breathe softly, reminiscing about the countless moments when Leo's lips have explored every inch of my body, tracing his way to his most desired spots where he loves to l

We bought train tickets and set off for Italy; that's all he told me about our destination. As the train was leaving the station, I saw Aslan through the window. He was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Like Lemi, he had some pieces of the tuxedo he'd worn last night: the white shirt and the black pants. His face looked worn from a sleepless night. I watched him talk to some people working at the station. The train was already moving when our eyes met. He saw me and started shouting and pounding on the side, trying to stop the train, but no one could hear him. I placed my hand on the window, leaving the imprint of my fingers there. I just wanted to touch him for one more minute, b

This only encourages me to go deeper and faster. I flick his balls as I continue to suck. Stopping occasionally to blow cool air on his tip. I circle my tongue along his tip. "Amore mio." Darius proclaims, whimpering. I smile, as I hear Darius call me his love in Italian. I continue to suck as I grip his shaft in my hand, shifting it up and down, along his member. Suddenly I feel as though I've been struck by lightning. Every fiber of my being is on high alert, while at the same time, completely safe. I know that Darius must've just hit his high. I open my mouth allowing him to empty. I lick his tip once he's done, and see him sink back in his seat.

Her face lightened with delight and she stuck her tongue out, licking at the cap of his cock. “Urgghuhhuh…” Dante cursed, grabbing a hand of her hair roughly and shoving his cock into her mouth. “Molto bene.” Dante moaned into the air, in an Italian language. His nails dug into her scalp and he filled her mouth with his cock, giving her no space to breathe. “Ummm...” Elena moaned against his cock, the feel of his cap against her throat consuming her and inducing pleasure inside of her. “Gomato!” Dante cursed, holding tightly to her scalp and winding his cock into her mouth.

I wanted to be free. Pushing my ass up in the air, he gently caressed my reddened butt making me moan in relief as he kissed all over my asscheeks. He moved my keens apart and positioned himself at my dripping core. “Tutto gocciolante, solo per me!” he grunted out something in Italian as he pressed his large and bulbous pink head at my entrance. (All dripping, only for me!) He reached out for my head and pushed it back down on the sheets till my hair blocked my view and my cheek was plastered on the cold white sheet.

however, I was still processing everything for I couldn't believe this was happening between us. "Yes, Amy Leah!" his brows furrowed. "Ti amo tanto. Sei tutto per me (I love you so much. You are everything to me)!" his Italian accent was perfect although I couldn't understand it, he spoke so romantically. "Desmond, I don't understand your words!" I had no idea why I was prolonging this coz even my clit was itching to be touched, how much more him? I could feel his c*ck twitch every second that its hardness wasn't of use. Was it hurting?

“Problem?” “He’s stealing my cake!” Leo whined. “I didn’t see your name on it,” Derek said, smirking as he took the first slice. Leo looked hurt for half a second—then sighed. “Fine. You can have it.” Derek paused. “Really?” Leo nodded. “Yeah. I love you anyway.” The whole table paused. Dominic stared at them. “Well. That’s new.” Matteo smiled softly. Derek looked stunned. Then he cleared his throat and mumbled, “Thanks. Idiot.”