Cursed

Chapter 5

So, there will be tentacles in the beginning of this chapter. It's a bit brief, however. Just giving you all a heads up!

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Alfred diligently took notes as he listened to Switzerland demonstrate the effects of economic inflation on his PowerPoint slide. He was about to turn to a new page in his notebook when he felt something tickle his ankle. He let out a small squeak that caught the attention from the nations sitting next to him. He blushed as he faced the others, with disapproving or annoyed glances. When they turned away, he once again resumed his note taking. He thought nothing of the incident. It was probably Canada letting his polar bear, Kumajiro, roam around again.

As Alfred was about to put his pen to paper again, this time he felt something wrap around his leg. What the hell? This time he looked underneath the table to find the culprit. He gasped and hit his head against the bottom of the desk when he saw what it was. Ouch. He closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his skull. When he opened them, he saw that some sort of pink, slimy tentacle was coiled around his leg. "Where the fuck did that come from?!"

He quickly pulled his head out from underneath and almost screamed when he saw that he was no longer in a meeting room. He was in a small, fleshy pink cave that appeared to be covered in the same slime stuff that the tentacle had. He looked down to find the table gone as well, with a writhing pit of similar tentacles like the one that had his leg in its place. Alfred himself was at the edge of it while still being in his chair. This time he did scream when a few of the tentacles ascended from the pit and moved towards him.

He tried to move back, get up, run, do something, but he was frozen in place. The appendages descended upon him. They coiled around the blonde's legs and arms, hoisting him from the chair and into the air. Alfred wondered what these things were going to do to him as a few slithered around his body. He took in a sharp breath as he felt one go underneath his shirt. It felt cold and slimy as it glided across his chest. He tried to shrug away from the odd sensation but to no avail.

It was when he realized what exactly the tentacles wanted from him as he felt the one inside his shirt flick and roll his nipple around with the tip of its appendage. Oh. They wanted to mate with him. At least, that's was his best guess was thanks to his experience reading Japan's manga. His suspicions were confirmed as another tentacle hovered in front of his face, seeming to want access to his mouth. And you know what, he let it. Why deny something that only wanted to give him pleasure? Seemed like a stupid idea to refuse such an offer.

As Alfred opened his lips, the tentacle slipped inside. It felt surprisingly light on his tongue. It wasn't even slimy like the rest of the tentacles. It was dry except for a liquid that was secreting from the tip of it. It filled Alfred's mouth full of the strange ooze, which he swallowed down his throat. The liquid tasted sweet, like strawberry cream. In fact, it was delicious! He suckled on the tentacle until it stopped secreting and pulled out of his mouth. He licked his lips to savor the taste. Whatever it gave him, it really relaxed him. It must have been an aphrodisiac because he soon felt pliant and sensitive as the organs continued to roam over his body and pull his clothing off him. Each glide across his skin felt amazing. Alfred pushed up against the tendrils for more of that delicious friction. They took the hint and started to knead and rub his flesh in multiple places. His nipples were pulled and teased, his sides were caressed, and there were tentacles stroking the insides of his thighs. Alfred couldn't take it. He was dripping wet between his legs and practically desperate for friction there. He ground his hips against the air, hoping the surreal appendages would get the message.

Thankfully, Alfred's needs were realized as one tendril glided between his legs, teasing his sex and his crack with the promise of something more to come. Alfred moaned in appreciation as the tip of the tentacle finally nudged at the opening of his vagina. It prepared to breach him as-