Rusame Short Story

Chapter 4

It had been a few weeks since Russia last visited. America had grown suspicious but assumed he was just busy. He laid out on the couch, scrolling through his phone for a while. He got up after a while and tossed his phone on the couch, making his way to the kitchen out of boredom. He had just entered when a frantic knock at his door was heard.

Sliding his way to the door he quickly opened it, surprised to see the Russian standing there, but something was different. He didn't have much time to figure it out as he was suddenly pushed inside and pinned against the wall, his hands being pinned above his head. He took notice of a look in the Russian's eyes, slightly clouded over, like in a trance. Without warning, he was pulled into a passionate and heated kiss. The Russian bit America's bottom lip for entry, but was denied. In response he growled, something America was not expecting. Furthermore, Russia kept one hand holding America's arms while using his free one to snake down America's leg, then promptly palming him.

America let out a moan, which Russia took advantage of and began to explore the American's mouth. Eventually, he broke the kiss, both gasping for air, a thick string of saliva followed. Russia seemed dazed, which America noticed. He wiggled to get out of the Russian's grasp. But Russia was quick to shake out of his state and tightened his grip. Roughly kissing him once more before moving onto his neck. America softly moaned with each bite. Russia loosened his grip and guided them to the bedroom.

Russia removed America's clothes first, then removed his own, America then saw what was different about him. Something had happened these past weeks that caused Russia to stay home, probably something with Japan, and this was it. He had animalistic properties, ears, and a tail from what he could see.

America was snapped out of his thinking by a very dominant Russia pinning him down. America tensed, aware that things would be different this go around. Swiftly he felt Russia's shaft thrust into him, causing him to yelp. There was no hesitation, it seemed like Russia had only one thing on his mind and nothing else, as if it was on autopilot.

America was constantly pounded, his prostate being hit dead on each time. It was rough to say the least as if it was beast fucking him. Soon he met his climax, but Russia did not. It was a few minutes later in which the Russian had his, being able to last longer, but unlike last time he did not pull out. America felt warm, the feeling of being filled sent a shiver up his spine, he gave a loud moan and panted heavily seeming to enjoy it more than he should. A small swelling sensation occurred soon after which caused some confusion to him. He looked up at the also panting Russian, noticing his eyes seemed normal finally.

Russia looked down at the messy American below him and realized what had happened. A look of guilt crossed his face. Which America took notice of this and raised a brow.

"W-what's wrong Rus?" he breathed heavily trying to catch his breath.

Russia didn't answer at first, avoiding eye contact, flattening his now animalistic ears. He sighed and hesitantly made eye-contact. In a more quiet voice, he answered.

"We're stuck like this for awhile..." he sheepishly admitted.

America didn't understand at first, then his face darkened a red tent instantly. Russia sighed and managed to pick up the other and took them to the shower, resting on a short ledge inside the shower, the American being straddled.

It was silent for a moment until Russia gave a deep sigh and slowly began to explain what had happened. It was about a week ago when he went to visit Japan, America was right about his hunch. He lost a bet to her and was somehow turned into whatever he was now. He didn't think much of it, it was only to last for about a few days. But then things got weird, he began to feel agitated with some people, so he stayed in his room. He stayed there and eventually his mind would wander into wanting to visit the American. That thought had sent him over the edge.

He told America that as soon as he thought about him he took off for his home, in a trance of sorts, having no control of his body, only a desire to fulfill. America didn't know how to comprehend this exactly but didn't mind it much. He wanted to take Russia's mind off things, at least to pass the time anyway, what else were they to do.

America wrapped his arms around Russia's neck, pulling him in for a kiss, to which Russia melted into. It was short but passionate. Russia's ears perked up, a small glint of excitement in his eyes. America, curious, gently reached up and touched one of the ears, noting how soft it was. Russia on the other hand reacted suddenly to the touch, biting his lip to keep quiet.

America noticed that, and gave a flirty smile and rubbed the ear. Russia let out a small moan, surprising America. He did it again, receiving a louder moan. He kept rubbing the ear, enjoying the control he had currently. He stopped when he saw that cloudiness in Russia's eye come back. The control was taken back instantly, Russia biting at America's neck, receiving loud moans. Unexpectedly a build-up occurred followed by a second climax for the taller country, the cloudiness disappeared with it.

America threw his head back, moaning in pleasure, shivers ran up and down his spine at the warm feeling once more. Russia stared at the suddenly panting mess before him, never seeing such a reaction before. America tried to bury his face in Russia's neck, but instead, he was forced to keep eye contact.

"What was that about?" Russia purred in America's ear.

America didn't answer. Russia shifted purposely, causing America to moan. He asked him again.

"I...I-I," America panted heavily stumbling over his words from embarrassment, his face a deep shade," it f-feels good." He finally managed to say, slightly quiet.

Russia was taken aback, never knowing that America had such a slutty kink, but in truth, he loved that he did. Russia felt something off, he noticed that his intense sense was finally gone. America also witnessed the ears and tail were disappearing, but that wasn't all disappearing. Russia slowly got up and pinned America to the shower wall, knowing what was coming next. His Knott was now gone, letting some of his fluid leak out of the American. Russia pulled out finally, the fluid gushing out as well. America softly moaned in the change of pressure.

Russia turned on the shower, letting the water cool him down. America leaned against him for support, still a little shaky in the legs. Russia however, wasn't done just yet, he had enough for one more round. Gently pinning America back on the wall, he made quick work of sliding in. He moved slower than when was in the trance but still was fast, not wanting to cause much pain, earning the delightful moans from America. He finished off by hitting America's prostate one last time, America once more reacted out of pleasure.

America fully exhausted, slouched onto Russia, not being able to stand much longer. Russia took care to clean him up and finished the shower, then helped him out and dry off, not bothering to get dressed they both just headed to the bed. America snuggled him for warmth, in which Russia pulled him closer, breathing rhythmically until falling asleep.