“He... He turns me over...” He said at length. Belarus frowned for a moment, and then it seemed to turn into a glare.
“Your scars.” She stated bluntly, remembering the passage. Lithuania's expression seemed to say that his most deepest secret had been spilled, and it made Bela's anger boil. Moving off of his thigh, she grabbed a hold of his hips.
“N-No! Don't, Natalia!” The brunette struggled with her for a few moments, wincing as her nails dug into his tender skin. But his limbs were still feeling heavy, movements sluggish, and she eventually prevailed. The bonds at his wrist tightened a little when he was turned onto his stomach, and he had to shift a little so that his bound ankle wasn't being pulled on. Natalia sat across both thighs this time, though she had lifted her dress. Her bare thighs were warm against his own, and he bit back a small groan that bubbled up in his throat.
Dull blue eyes beheld the brunette's slender back with a small amount of awe. There was a map of scars there, some of them small and shallow, while others were long and raised. Slender, warm fingers started with his lower back, sliding up along them without stopping. They slid over every ridge, following various ones to where they wrapped around the sides. Lithuania was whimpering under her, his breath swift and heavy. He was probably quite upset, but her mind was traveling in other directions. She imagined him panting, whimpering like this under her brother... Eyes narrowing, she set her fingertips at the nape of Liet's neck.
“These scars... are disgusting.” She whispered harshly. Nails drug down along his spine, raising red welts on scarred and flawless flesh both. Lithuania gave a long, pained cry, though she wondered which part hurt the most. Her nails—or her words. She continued to speak, as she leaned down until her hair fell over her shoulder, tickling the skin of his back, and her breath was hot as it flowed over it. “They are a symbol of your betrayal. Your filthy lies, and weak body.” She sat up again.
“No...”
“Yes.” Bela countered. Her fingers were tracing lightly now, gentle and soft again. Over his scars, his hips, his sides. Thumbs rubbed at his lower back, and her nails skimmed lightly over the swell of his ass. He was shuddering underneath her touches, until she gave one supple of cheek of his bare backside a sharp smack. “Brother hates them.” Another slap, and Lithuania grit his teeth in an effort not to cry out. He shook his head in denial, but Belarus continued to whisper sweetly, “Despises them,” Smack, smack! That cheek was turning pink, so she switched to the other side. “He touches them to remind you,” Smack, smack! Liet was grunting in pain with each slap now, breath growing shorter. “of how you hurt him!” She accused.
“That's... that's not...Hah-ah!” Liet's protest was cut off by his breathless cries as she continued to assault his backside with heavy slaps. Belarus was enjoying watching those supple globes turn from pale peach to a lovely pink. Even more so, she enjoyed the way that he panted and writhed under her, giving low whimpers and sweet whines as protest. It caused her own lower body to throb in response, and she shifted her hips over Lithuania's tightly pressed thighs, which were trapped between her own. She stopped then, her lightly panting breath echoing Lithuania's own heavy breaths. “N...Natalia... Please, stop this...” It seemed he was close to tears, now.
“But you haven't finished yet.” Belarus replied, calmly brushing some of her hair back behind her ear. “I've seen how you react to someone else touching you, and I've told you the truth of the scars, but you haven't told me what else he does.”
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(Anonymous) 2009-01-24 11:12 am (UTC)(link)“Your scars.” She stated bluntly, remembering the passage. Lithuania's expression seemed to say that his most deepest secret had been spilled, and it made Bela's anger boil. Moving off of his thigh, she grabbed a hold of his hips.
“N-No! Don't, Natalia!” The brunette struggled with her for a few moments, wincing as her nails dug into his tender skin. But his limbs were still feeling heavy, movements sluggish, and she eventually prevailed. The bonds at his wrist tightened a little when he was turned onto his stomach, and he had to shift a little so that his bound ankle wasn't being pulled on. Natalia sat across both thighs this time, though she had lifted her dress. Her bare thighs were warm against his own, and he bit back a small groan that bubbled up in his throat.
Dull blue eyes beheld the brunette's slender back with a small amount of awe. There was a map of scars there, some of them small and shallow, while others were long and raised. Slender, warm fingers started with his lower back, sliding up along them without stopping. They slid over every ridge, following various ones to where they wrapped around the sides. Lithuania was whimpering under her, his breath swift and heavy. He was probably quite upset, but her mind was traveling in other directions. She imagined him panting, whimpering like this under her brother... Eyes narrowing, she set her fingertips at the nape of Liet's neck.
“These scars... are disgusting.” She whispered harshly. Nails drug down along his spine, raising red welts on scarred and flawless flesh both. Lithuania gave a long, pained cry, though she wondered which part hurt the most. Her nails—or her words. She continued to speak, as she leaned down until her hair fell over her shoulder, tickling the skin of his back, and her breath was hot as it flowed over it. “They are a symbol of your betrayal. Your filthy lies, and weak body.” She sat up again.
“No...”
“Yes.” Bela countered. Her fingers were tracing lightly now, gentle and soft again. Over his scars, his hips, his sides. Thumbs rubbed at his lower back, and her nails skimmed lightly over the swell of his ass. He was shuddering underneath her touches, until she gave one supple of cheek of his bare backside a sharp smack. “Brother hates them.” Another slap, and Lithuania grit his teeth in an effort not to cry out. He shook his head in denial, but Belarus continued to whisper sweetly, “Despises them,” Smack, smack! That cheek was turning pink, so she switched to the other side. “He touches them to remind you,” Smack, smack! Liet was grunting in pain with each slap now, breath growing shorter. “of how you hurt him!” She accused.
“That's... that's not...Hah-ah!” Liet's protest was cut off by his breathless cries as she continued to assault his backside with heavy slaps. Belarus was enjoying watching those supple globes turn from pale peach to a lovely pink. Even more so, she enjoyed the way that he panted and writhed under her, giving low whimpers and sweet whines as protest. It caused her own lower body to throb in response, and she shifted her hips over Lithuania's tightly pressed thighs, which were trapped between her own. She stopped then, her lightly panting breath echoing Lithuania's own heavy breaths. “N...Natalia... Please, stop this...” It seemed he was close to tears, now.
“But you haven't finished yet.” Belarus replied, calmly brushing some of her hair back behind her ear. “I've seen how you react to someone else touching you, and I've told you the truth of the scars, but you haven't told me what else he does.”
“Y-you don't understand...”