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You were pinned to the bed, with no power to fight, and your core pulsing at 20 miles per hour. The little kicks in your plump belly were almost targeted to your bladder making it even more arousing?! Or painful... You were too dazed and numb to feel the need to go pee once more. The Englishman on top of you; with his Big Ben poking your thigh, 'Oh he's wet and sticky, he must want me bad!' You thought deviously. The corners of your mouth curled up to a smirk.

"Someone is thinking naughty thoughts~!" He cooed seductively in your ear as he slid his damp muscle over the shell, and travel over the jaw line to your very vocal lips. His ruby red lips ghosted over yours about an millimeter away. Then without warning attached your light pink semi plump lips. With his free hand inserted a digit into your tight needy walls. You gasped, allowing his tongue access to your cavern. With his skilled muscle he claimed every inch of your mouth and then started to suck on your tongue. Taking your tongue into his mouth he but down on it causing you to moan as he released your bleeding muscle.

"Hmm you know my dear _____, you taste so good I might just have to keep you for myself once these little ones are born! What do you think my dear? You want to become my little Angel of the night?" He asked you as he kept trusting his finger, which he added a seconded finger to add to the amazing blissful pleasure. He knew you were going no where so he took his other hand off your wrists and began to rub your belly with some sort off oil that made your sex drive go off the edge but you couldn't get up and attach him.

You were trying your hardest to not give this maniac what he wanted which was beg him to F...k you "till the saints come home!" You heard that expression before from somewhere?! Just don't remember where?...

He pored som of that oil in your vigina area and started to message the very blissful oil all over your entrance and clit. The little kick increased intensely as the Englishman had a science tube of this stuff and drank the stuff himself. 'I was dumfound what the hell did this guy just drink?'

"All right love~, are you ready for the intercourse you will never experience from any other man but myself?" He huskily cooed... (I must still be stuck on LOKI mode, England does not talk this way... Great hey girls and boys LOKI HAS POSSESSED ENGLAND)


This is past before you go to camp:
You began to regain your normal mind, 'Only one guy thinks like that at my school and his name is Sorano James.' This guy dated your second oldest sister... He made your life hell, he turned your sister against you, resulting in your family turning against you (reason why you are here Sisters idea to make friends- who's real idea was this, Sorano, to get you out of way so you no longer could be a cock-block to him and your sister) (update with him and your sister <remember imaginary sister> he got her preggers) (Btw remember the rules of America "do what I say not what I do" in other words I can be hippicritt you have to listen to me)

Back to story:

He lifts you up and positions himself behind you! You were about five inches above his Big Ben, he began to toy with you by placing you on the head and off. On the head and off. He did this repeatedly to get your entrance sopping wet. Huge droplets of cum were rolling down his groin every time he took you off his shaft.

Your entrance was now sensitive enough that a feather feels like sandpaper. "Are you ready, my little Angel of the night~?" He cooed as he pinched your arse. You moaned, he took that as a the cue to go. He slammed your full body weight and then some on his very slimy and hard erect boner.

He raised you up and down on his very painful throbbing muscle. He had been waiting since last night to fill you up with his seed. He just wants children, Period. He couldn't care if the others had children, truthfully he thought a world without werewolves sounds like a lifetime vacation from America. A world without a very pervy naga who flirts with him sounds like heaven. He doesn't mind Canada he can tolerate him and crazy obsession with hockey and pancakes. Just America and France he could do without.

He was rubbing your pleasure button as he was thinking about things he could do without. Oh how he wished to go back to his own country like the old days and live with beloved Victoria London Kingston. Hunt blood for her and bring back all sorts of beautiful jewelry that he swiped from the drained corpses. (Hey they were dead they don't need them.)

You on the other hand were in pleasurable bliss. The Englishman hit your G-spot just right, causing you to black out from the overwhelming pleasure.

The Englishman smirked, "Rest Love, for in the next few days the worst will come and go before you know it and we will be together forever." He huskily whispered in your ear as your moaned. He placed a hand on your tummy rubbing big circles to comfort you and the many or few...? Children in your womb.

His trust quicken to a whole new pace that was even to fast for you. You started screaming, "Ah~ F...K THAT AH~ FEELS SO AGH F...KEN GOOD DEEPER~ MUST GET MY RELEASE, AGH SO CLOSE~! IMMA GONNA CUM~! AH~ SO CLOSE~!" You screamed as you were about to go over the edge.

"Love, scream my name when you cum! Ah~ you're so tight and slick~! The englishman groaned. "My name it's England~!" The Englishman known as England seductively cooed and licked the side of your face.

That little action sent me over the edge, your walls convulsed around his groin, "ENGLAND!" You didn't remember his groin being that thick or that long going in as he kept his action of slamming you down on him. With three more thrust downs his boner was fully inside you and had no way of spilling a single drop of what was coming out. The little hole that the seed shoots from the "wanker"; his member was all the way in there and the seed shot right into the little hole. Every last drop. More was squirting out of his groin and into ______ womb filling you with even more baby juice and the possibility of having more munchkins under your care.


England tucked you into the bed, picked up his clothes, put them on, and left you to your slumber.

You had no idea that vial he drank was to speed up the process of your pregnancy. So he could turn you, only problem, America was smitten by you by your scent, and Canada was captivated by you for calling out his name. France in truth had dozens of girl friends or should I say mistresses and if he tried to have sex with you he would turn you right then and there. He would rather you come to him.



The next day, you woke up to needing to go to the bathroom again. Only this time you noticed your oversized belly. This belly could compete with the 6 levels of fat, you probably be level 7 "Oh, I don't think so!" Elevator fat joke! And you were just full of little bodies being created inside you. You still wondered how on earth this felt so good. Wasn't pregnancy supposed to hurt like hell, what's going on? You felt as though you were in paradise. You began to rub your very fat bulging belly, this belly could put Santa's to shame for how fat and round you are. Is this your new life? A baby machine for a bunch of horny guys and random bugs with the power to drug your brain stupid. (The fairies took offense to that bug comment so they were going to be nice and stop drugging you till the babies were born now they are gonna make it worse for you.)


Meanwhile at the kitchen table: (use of real name... Plot has something special if reader finds out real name)

Alfred was eating a cheeseburger he had to go and buy from that fast food restaurant, after he gulps down the junk food, Alfred whines, "why can't I screw her today? I had no help from your potions bro and I'm bet I'm going to get only three children out of it."

"I said no you, git. She looks about to burst if she has anymore sex and fertility potion put into her. I guess she has about 15 children inside her at this moment and the max I have studied that a human can have is 5 without expiring. So we have already let our Wankers control our senses long enough. Why is it that France is the only one that can behave; now I want to go outside and roast alive for saying that." Arthur spat in utter disgust.

"Because mon ami, I have other ways to past the time other than reading erotic books, watch super hero cartoons, or watch hockey; no offense to my dear sweet nephew Mathew." Francis bragged as though he had something he was hiding.

"What are you hiding, frog-breath?" Arthur asked curious he knew something that everyone else didn't.

"What!!! You all would believe I would hide something from the three of you. The three of you that I have been living my life with and depending on for survival as much as you depend on me. The very nerve, Arthur Kirkland." Francis acted all hurt but everyone besides Alfred because he started to feel ashamed knew he was hiding something.

Arthur was guessing he was hiding human girls he already turned so no one else could have them. HE WAS HALF RIGHT, in truth France was hiding one of his best buddies Spain, who is another vampire. Arthur and Antonio hate each other with a passion and whatever Arthur had Antonio wanted and took.


So while this went on, one of the innocent young fairies came to Arthur to tell him that you were under the influence of the drugs again only not under his orders.

"Bloody hell, why do fairies always have to play tricks on me," Arthur grumbled to himself as he was on his way to you. Alfred thought up an idea, "Hey Matt, Arthur's home country is up against Canada in the hockey game." He snickered. Matt got up quietly and rushed to England. To take him hostage and force him to watch a game of hockey with him to see who the winner is if Canada wins the other person walks away ALIVE!

America dashed at his werewolf speed to your room, opened the door came in and locked the door. He smirk at you, you were on the bed legs spread out as you would in birth position and he noticed a pool of your delectable juices running down your Twat. You looked like a raw cheese burger he gets to eat up. Your boobs had grown 3 times in circumference and volume. The large mounds of flesh were jiggling and twitching. Your hands were rubbing swapping between your enormous belly and full melon boob. His jeans became painful tight to the point he grew his claws and rip them to shreds. He losses more jeans that way. Soon his boxers became painfully constraining and he just took them off like any other guy... Alfred looked at his balls, "was my D...K always this big," he could feel the cold air from the window, "and always this sensitive?" He thought to himself as he rushed over to you. Crawling over you he positioned his stiff boner at your tight sopping cunt. His shaft began to throb painfully. So he shoved himself inside your warmth.

He began to trust at a ridiculously fast pace that your moans and his groans were harmonized. His boner throbbed to the point you felt like you had a heated vibrater inside. You lifted you arms to be able to kiss him.

Meanwhile:

Canada wanted to give America a good taking to?! (Yeah, we all know how that goes, right!) for lying to him about there even being a hockey game today. Arthur was running to your room with a spare key hoping its not too late.

At your room:

You were about to ring you arms around America's neck till America heard the door was being unlocked, America lifted his head but at the wrong time... Once England entered the room... You hooked your hand on that cowlick, which in turn sent America over the edge to plunge his D...K right into your G-spot causing you to cum. Causing him to squirt his seed directly into your womb. Causing your fullnormous (I know that is not a word but now it is so suck it) jelly belly to grow 1 whole size bigger.

England had the look that can kill an army of (in America's words) Frost Giants led by Loki himself and then his look could possibly scare Loki. (not nothing scares him I think besides death and losing his power)


Meanwhile: the guys have their star showdown...

You started to shift uncontrollably, you felt liquid pore down your opening, and your tummy just felt uncomfortable: didn't hurt like hell, just uncomfortable like the first time you twerked.

"Um guys...?" You try to say over England's lecture to America.

"America... Blah blah blah... No means no..."

You felt the sudden urge to push, "guys..." You say a little louder this time. They didn't hear you so you push with out their help to see if the babies cries will get their attention.

You pushed just a little and you could feel the head was out of your entrance... "The baby was quiet... WTF" you thought to yourself... You pushed a little harder and you felt the baby pop right out and could feel the next one half way out... You just shrugged it off. And pushed you suddenly notice what appears to be fire flys and sparkles every where. The sparkles land on the baby and you notice that the baby disappeared. You started to freak out... Resulting in you pushing babies faster than the fairies wanted. Arthur realized what you were doing and told you to cool it.

You gave birth to the very last baby and she disappeared too. "Wha?! What happened to the babies and what was that and all those sparkles and and and..." You were freaking out you never seen magic or believed that it even existed.

"Calm down love, alright now the babies will be alright... They will be taken to good homes with wealthy families. All of that was done by fairies, and those sparkles was a shrinking spell for the fairies to carry the babies to their new homes." England said calmly.

How could he be so calm all those babies were of my, his, the Americans, and the Canadians. How could he give them up so easily. He noticed my expression and knew what I was thinking, "our kind had a war with your kind a very long mellenia ago and we are just trying to reclaim what we lost, the many lives lost and the many civilizations destroyed."

"So you are using me as a sex slave to regain your people." You said angrily.

"No, more like reclaim what is ours and let those who don't think themselves as the ultimate mate, in your words I think they would be: sexiest, richest, smartest, national, most popular... Or even by political status... Depends on your scent, skill, personality, and soul, although intelligence doesn't hurt to have, money means nothing when you survive on the fat of the land. No pun intended!"

"Uphm tell that Michelle bitch that... She thinks she can do whatever she wants to me because I'm not as popular or as sexy as her, let alone rich." You could feel tears running down your face as you recalled how many times she hurt you and humiliated you.


To be continued...
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bdolphin15 Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
OMG THIS IS AMAZING !!!!! MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *freaking out* this is such an amazing idea~ i loved it!!! keep it up :D
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mermaidfan Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2013  Student General Artist
thank you part 4 is out...
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bdolphin15 Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
AMAZING!!!!  i loved it!!
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mermaidfan Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2013  Student General Artist
thank you
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