Russia X America Hetalia Novels & Stories

The combination of Olga's mouth on his cock, her pussy on his tongue, and picturing Krista with a mahogany cock going off in her mouth proved too much for Zach and he lost it, his cock exploding in Olga's mouth, her pussy flooding his tongue as she gulped his cum down, siphoning his cock until she had gotten every last drop of cum from him. "Do all Americans cum so much?" Olga asked, laying on top of Zach gasping for breath. "Russian men don't and their cum is thin, not like yours, which is very thick, almost chewy. I love cum." "I have no idea," Zach replied as she turned around, a smile splitting her sharp elfin features as she looked down into his face, her large, dark nipples hard and pr

“I’ll try. But you have to promise me one thing, Adelia. Promise me that you won’t see that human again.” Adelia’s face fell. “Russe, I can’t promise that. I told him about the child already, and.... and we are going to get married.” She spoke hesitantly. “Why marry him Adelia?” Russe roared angrily, his veins visibly popping on his face. “He’s not your mate. I am. And humans are dangerous. They’ll never accept us, they’ll always fear us. You can only have me as your mate, as your husband Adelia!” He said with a deep rooted possessiveness.

Abree scoffs and Rhett sits back down with two glasses of brandy he hands one to Abree and she gulps it down then slammed the empty glass on the wooden table in front of us. "Think on the bright side if war breaks loose we have the Mexicans and the French on our side. Plus they have more weapon shipments for us. Remember the Americans supply the Russians with drugs so without them the Bratva is nothing without their drug supplier." Rhett shrugs, taking a sip of his whiskey.

I snarl at him, clenching my hands into fists. “That piece of shit has taken her!” Ivan answers me instead. “Where?” I demand, getting out of bed and ripping my shirt off, throwing it to the ground as I snatch the pile of clothes Ivan is holding in his hand. “Russia,” Amani says, finally learning how to use his voice. “Russia?!” I roar at him as my body shakes with fury. “What the blyad [fuck] is she doing in Russia?” “Da! Dmitri,” Ivan growls, stepping in front of Amani as he widens his stance. “What the blyad is going on? Have you learned nothing that we had taught you?”

Sitting at my chair, Alex looked at me questioning but I'm not answering him. "Any news on the Russians?" I questioned him while looking at the large window on my left. "They already know about her and your marriage" he answered, sitting in front of me. I looked at him, interested to hear the rest. "They want to make a deal with you" he added. "What is this deal about?" I questioned. "Well, the leader said that he doesn't want to make things more difficult for both parties, so in order to avoid a war, he agrees he let Venessa live peacefully with you but only if you pay him her parents' debt double the amount" he explained, waiting to see my reaction.

Now, I would likely die in Russia. Viktor laughed and said something to Lily in Russian. They laughed together as they looked at me. The more I looked at them, the more similarities there were between them. They were cut from the same evil cloth. “Your fiancé thought he would hunt me like a wounded deer in New York and get away with it. That was his territory. This is mine, birichina. Russia is my game, and I’ll make sure he loses. I won’t stop until Nero DeLuca puts a gun to his head and pulls the trigger.”

The Russian’s men move too until he holds his hand up, signalling them to stop. “I am here to take you to your daughter.” He says, and I look at Ryder as Angel walks out from the conference room. She walks straight up to the Russian with not one ounce of fear and hugs him. The Russian smiles and hugs her back. We all stand there bewildered at this. “Angel, who the fuck is he and why are you hugging him?” Ryder says through gritted teeth. Angel steps back and turns to look at her husband. “He belongs to the Bratva. He is under the command of not only Ivar Petrov but the Volkov’s,” she explains casually, like it is an everyday occurrence.