Hetalia Strips Novels & Stories

“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.

I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of genuine shock and sudden, intense suspicion. I hadn't told him my name. I hadn't even seen his face clearly enough to determine if he was a club regular or just a very lost patron. To him, I should have been just another nameless dancer lost in the shadows. Right? Unless, of course, Damien’s stupidity had reached legendary levels and he’d plastered my name all over the Obsidian Whale website for the entire world to see. He sees me as a pathetic loser, doesn't he? Just some poor, helpless Omega stripper from the Hollows, dancing through the night just to survive. That’s the vibe I’m giving off, right?