Novel & Cerita Hetalia Italy Chibi

As he tugged at her nipples, a sharp jolt of pleasure coursed through her, and he ground lazily within her, each movement a slow, deliberate tease that kept her on the edge. In the haze of passion, she realized her camisole and shorts had been discarded, leaving them both completely naked. The comforters lay forgotten, tossed aside in their fervor. His breath was warm against her ear as he murmured, "I like you like this," his voice a low, seductive purr. "So beautiful and pliant, sei la mia piccolina troia," he added in Italian calling her his little slut , the words a possessive claim that sent a shiver through her.

"Good luck, Eva. I'm sure you'll do great. If you need help, you know you can call me, and I'll come to Canada right away." We both burst into laughter. "Thanks, Piero. You're a great friend. Goodbye," I give him a hug. "I still have some things to sort out. Take care." *** Claudia's POV "My little Clau, you look gorgeous and tempting," Alessandro whispers in my ear with a husky voice, kissing my neck. "You say that because you love me," I smile, feeling delightful shivers run down my spine. "It's the truth. You're the most beautiful woman in all of Italy," he says, kissing my lips.

Instead, I felt like he was studying a painting. "Mamma mia..." he murmured again. “Look at you." He held his hands out, indicating my proportions. "Your collar bones...your neck...And that hair..." He shook his head with obvious delight. "In Italy we would say you are a *Venere tascabile*." Libby frowned. “What? I'm afraid my Italian isn't that good." His smile widened. "A pocket-sized Venus." I laughed nervously. "Matteo…stop...”

I don't mind though. "Matteo." He says gently while playing with his minuscule thumbs. What a cutie. "Matteo, that's a lovely name. My name is Ilaria." I say shaking his now slightly warm tiny hand in mine. "See now we're not strangers anymore, right?" I ask again, giving him the cookie. This time, his little hands wrap around it hesitantly and he brings it to his mouth, nibbling a small chunk of the cookie. As he chews on it, a broad smile completely takes over his face, his hands tightening around the cookie, chocolate coating his mouth and cheeks.

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"

"I didn't know you are interested in small girls... Quite average, complete opposite of what you like..." He said like he stating weather. "How old are you, Birdy?..." He looked at me. I am not a small girl, stupid bastard. "Twenty five..." I answered in croaked voice. He raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Ohh, non perishable good..." He chuckled. "She looks natural... Lucky bastard." "Alex, lasciala andare..." (Alex, let her go) Chief said something in Italian which I didn't understand. "I want to brother, but she looks cute... I thought we can share..."

They are men, and they are built differently from her. “Money?” One hissed, he was holding her wrist tightly. Italia whimpered. “I don’t need your money, but perhaps—” His eyes turned with malice. “—you could give us something that was more than the penny you offer.” When it dawn to her, Italia was furious. “P—pervert!” Unconsciously, she raised her hand on the air and slapped the life out of that man. It must have hurt. The next thing she knew, she was down on her bum, holding her own cheeks as tears stained her cheeks. Her face was burning, and she could taste blood on her lips.

Atlast something I would also want to know. “Mia.” She sobs. Everything about her shouted Italian except for everything didn’t say Italian at all. She was as loud and overpowering, but also as fragile and dependent. “Well isn’t this a party?” Achille growls from behind me and the girl’s eyes shoot up from their intense chatter.

Not in Italy. Right?

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.