Hetalia Strips Novels & Stories

I scrambled to my feet, shoving him off me as I staggered backward. My heart pounded, disbelief and confusion washing over me. What the hell is he doing here? No, what is Alpha Ashvin doing working as a stripper? He’s one of the most powerful Alphas in the four realms, feared and held in awe to in high regard by all. And yet, here he is, in the human side of all places, doing… this. I blinked, rubbing my eyes as if the action might erase the impossible sight before me. Maybe it was a trick of my imagination there was no way Alpha Ashvin Harvey Matarys would degrade himself like this.

Thorne shut the door behind him and slowly approached me, like a predator eyeing its prey. “W-what do you want?” I stuttered, taking a step back and he scoffed at that as he continued approaching me. “What do I want? Have you forgotten what I told you?” He was now in front of me, towering over me like a giant. “I own you, stripper, and I can do whatever I want with you.” He growled. “My name is Calista.” I said, through clenched teeth, completely furious about the fact that my body craved him so badly when all he did was insult and belittle me.

an involuntary sound of need that made Raphael's cock harden instantly. "Strip," he commanded, his voice taking on that layered quality that meant his incubus nature was rising to the surface. "Slowly. I want to watch." Elena's hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her dress. She pulled it up slowly, revealing inch after inch of pale skin, until she lifted it over her head and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him in simple cotton underwear....nothing fancy, just practical white bra and panties that somehow looked more erotic than the most expensive lingerie because of how they contrasted with the situation.

her blood. Immediately after, his own heartbeat became erratic, his tiger was fighting to take over. And in his mind he saw flashed if all the violent things he wanted to do to every last being in that haunted crowd. His vision turned blurry, proof that his tiger was indeed seconds away from taking over. He'd turn, and he'd make then all pay for what they were doing to her! He took another breath, the scent of her blood making every fibre of him turn feral. He wasn't himself, he knew that much. And when he struggled to look at his hand , he realized that his claws were out.

Bree relaxed instantly and Gage seemed amused by her nervousness. It took her five minutes to watch two promotional lap dance videos and she hoped she was ready when her future boss waited for her to start. "So basically I have to strip." "Yes," "Here," "Yes," "Right now?" "If only you want to be one of the girls here." "Okay," Listening to her answer, Gage Huxley, the strip club owner who thought he was done with his share of flirts suddenly gets semi-hard. In his head, he already knows that he's going to need to visit his regular sex club to get off.

She spat out. The words strolled out of her mouth like it was just another normal word, like a waitress, doctor, or nurse. "Strip dancing?!" I had to repeat it, I had to be sure. She rolled her eyes so hard, I thought it ached her. "Yes, Jojo Wyatt. Stripping. It's basically dancing on a pole. You need the money; so don't you dare say no." She left out the part where I would be dancing, without clothes! This wasn't ballet, this was next-grade whore activities.

But I don't even move that way again, I have something in mind and I had Rebecca to see me through it. As a part time artist, I get small gigs from time to time and then, in the night I was a stripper. A stripper that wears mask to cover up her identity and also, a witch stripper that uses her power to he advantages. Being a stripper is something I would always do and I love the fact that no one has an idea of what I am and who I am. Well, except one person, Alpha Theodore of the Hula pack. The reason why mother had agreed to me moving entirely to Italy was because Aloha Theodore was her and she believes she share a bond, so she trusted him. And then, I have been to the Hula pack because I h

I quickly wiped my tears, a hopeful smile forming on my lips as the most manly gorgeous Alpha walked in, carrying an aura of raw power. “You're finally awake,” he said coldly and detached. My smile vanished instantly. The warmth I had seen in his eyes last night was gone, replaced by a distant, cold stare. “Let's get this over with,” he said. “What do you mean,” I whispered, my voice already breaking. “I can't accept a mate like you, I'm an Alpha. I cannot have a weak omega stripper as my Luna,” he continued. My chest tightened painfully at every word that slipped out of his mouth, cutting deeper than a knife.

I muttered in confusion "Be my Luna and give me an heir, I'll set you free after that" "Wh....what?" "Are you in or not?" He said like he careless "What if I refuse?" "I'll kill you" "No you can'!" "Dare me…….." I tried opening the door to run away but the door suddenly became tight and refuse to open, I turned back to look at the Alpha and saw him smiling dangerously, his face started drawing closer and I thought he was going to kiss me but then he whispered "From now on you'll only strip for me alone"

“Then get naked. I want to see everything.” Roman stripped fast. His cock was already rock hard, thick and throbbing. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked slowly. “Damn, you’re big,” I said, biting my lip. “You sure you can handle me?” “Try me,” he challenged. I pushed him back onto the couch and straddled him. “Condom. Now.” He pulled one from his wallet. I took it, tore it open with my teeth, and rolled it down his cock slowly, teasing him the whole time.