Countryhumans smooooooot~ (Slow Updates/Requests Open)

The Meeting

Requested by @KittyReadingBooks

*No one POV*

The Year was 1939, August to be specific. The Treaty between the Commenturn’s Soviet Union and the Axis’ Third Reich had just been signed earlier that day, and with the signing of the non-aggression pact came an event of celebration.

*Third POV*

At long last I have the filthy communist in the palm of my hand, I only have to play nice until Europe is mine, once that happens I’ll be able to have that pig right where I want him. “Riech?” A rich gruff voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I snapped my head in the direction of the voice, disillusioning myself with the ideas in my head.

“Soviet.” The man standing in front of me was tall, his shoulders broad as he stood tall.

“I’d like to introduce you to someone, a friend of mine. Reich this is Mongolia.” Stepping out from Soviet's shadow was a small boy roughly seventeen or eighteen. His stature was petite, maybe five-six, five-seven, he couldn’t have weighed more than one hundred pounds. He had red skin with a blue line running down the middle, his right eye was yellow and had tribal marking coming down below it. His child-like smile gave me all the motivation I needed. I would make this boy mine, even if I have to steal him out from under Soviet’s nose.

“Mongolia,” I whispered his name dancing on my lips like honey. “Soviet? Will you allow me a moment? I'd like to discuss a proposal with Mongolia in regards to his proximity to my good friend Japan.”

“Fine but, you better not hurt him.” Soviet laughed but you could tell he was being serious. His eyes gave it away, they shot daggers as I began to walk away, Mongolia following closely behind. We walked through the halls, the echo of our boots clicking on the hard floor, his nervousness only apparent in his unsteady breathing.

“Excuse me, Mr. Reich sir? Where are we going?” His weariness apparent in his voice.

“Somewhere special, Somewhere we can speak without anyone hearing us.”

“Without anyone hearing us?” His fear grew clearer with each word, breathing growing ever quicker as we rounded the corner and into the room. I closed the door behind us, locking it as he walked deeper into the dark room. “Mr. Reich? Why-”

“Please, call me Third.” I grinned bearing my teeth, the minimal lighting illuminating them and allowing me to radiate with a sinister glow.

“Okay, Third, why are we here?” The sweet innocence of a young mind, ah how easy it will be to break him.

“Why are we here you ask? Why that's an excellent question. I’ll tell you why we’re here, we’re here because you have a little something that I want. A little something called innocence.”

“What? What do you mean you want my innocence?”

“I mean. I want this.” Swiftly I moved across the room pushing the boy beneath me into the wall, sinking my teeth deep into his neck, biting and sucking at it until he was mewling and begging for more. Slowly I started moving lower, unbuttoning his uniform while doing so. His skin was smooth, untouched, how I will relish him squirming beneath me. I will relish his cries to stop, his cries of pain. I moved my hands along the soft red flesh below me, twisting and pinching at his perky nipples, licking the left while playing with the right. As he let out groans of satisfaction while bucking his hips.

“More, please!” He begged, drooling, lust sweeping through his eyes.

“If you insist.” Without even blinking I ripped his pants off and turned him around, bending him over against the wall and thrusting in harshly. I laughed harshly as I felt the boy’s insides contort and tear around my thick member.

“I-it hurts.” Mongolia cried as he felt his body being destroyed.

*No one POV*

Third continued to thrust into the small boy as he felt a warmth surrounding his hard length, each pump causing a crimson liquid to drip out and onto the floor. Each thrust caused him to feel pure bliss, throwing his head back with every movement. Third’s member twitched, he could feel it, he was so close to riding Mongolia of any innocence the boy had left, any semblance of a childhood.  His thrusts got sloppier as his climax grew ever closer. With one final thrust, Mongolia's innocence had been stripped away and all that remained was a husk of what he had once been. Mongolia fell to the floor as Third pulled out and got dressed, his body aching in pain and emptiness.

“I must be off now, I do hope you understand,” Reich said in a sing-song voice, a small evil twisting his word in a threatening manner. With that, he turned and walked out leaving Mongolia a deserted mess on the ground, a boy in a pool of his own blood, left there to cry. To grasp at what little hope he could find.