“It never hurts when brother does it?” She found that hard to believe, after all. Someone as great and strong as her brother, it had to be at least a little painful... Lithuania confirmed her thoughts, as he merely closed his eyes and let his lips fall slack, controlling his breathing once again. “I knew it...” She sounded almost pleased, as she thrust her fingers deep. Lithuania knew just what to do to counter the pain, so she had been right. But even if it was painful, there had to be something good about it, right? After all, this man had gotten so used to it that he now presumed to crave it... Her deep reaching fingers found something then. It was small, but it was harder than the soft area around it. In fact, the only reason that she thought anything of it at all was the fact that just as she brushed it, Lithuania shouted.
It was a loud cry, and with an unmistakably pleasured waver. Belarus was most intrigued, and she repeated movement, brushing even harder. The brunette's body shuddered all over, his hips moving back into her hand as much as they could. “No...!” Liet whispered, as he had been holding tightly to his last thread of dignity. But she had found the one place on his body that he couldn't control, couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through his veins whenever she touched it.
“I see...” Belarus whispered. If she could force this much pleasure on the smaller nation, she could only imagine how her brother could do it—and how good it must feel. The female nation thrust her fingers back and forth, each time sending them deep into her rival's body, trying to make sure that she brushed that place. Lithuania was crying again, silent tears as he gasped and groaned, his traitorous and base reactions betraying him until he was almost bucking into that deceivingly graceful hand. Each rise of those narrow hips forced a small gasp from Natalia as she pressed herself against his thigh, feeling every flex of muscle on her most sensitive area. And unfortunately for the brunette, he could feel that very well, too. The hot dampness on the back of his thigh, and hearing her gasp each time he jerked hard against his bonds.
She was violating him, taking pleasure from him even as she forced his own. Belarus leaned forward slightly, her hips moving in time with her hand. And then her other hand was slipping beneath his hips, to wrap firmly around the arousal she found there. Lithuania's low moan almost sounded like pain, but she knew that he was just ashamed. “That's right,” She breathed, her own breath hitching with each small move. “This is how dirty you are... This is why you do not deserve him! Anyone... can give you this...!”
“It's not...!” It's not the same! Lithuania wanted to shout. But he knew that she just wouldn't understand. Mindlessly, he moved with every thrust of her long fingers, and stroke of her warm, soft hand. Tears were hot as they streaked down his flushed cheeks to soak the pillow beneath his head. But he felt that part of what she said was right. The only reason that his body reacted the way that it did was because he was trained by Russia's touch. His responses, despite the pain, were honest to his base desires. He really was ruined...! And just as this thought crossed his mind, a humiliatingly passionate cry fell from his lips as his body grew taunt and rigid, hips pressing back into her hand as he came. Her higher pitched, but just as impassioned shout was right behind him, and he felt her thighs tighten painfully tight around his own.
It took both of them a moment to catch their breath, Bela removing her hand out from under him as she slipped her fingers from his body. Liet gave a small groan, sore from her vigorous actions without anything slick to aid them. She stared at the white mess on her hand, half with disgust, half with interest. Picking up her knife with her clean hand, she slipped it back into her garter as she lifted her hips. “You see, Toris,” She said quietly, though the flush was not yet gone from her pale cheeks. “It is you who are not worthy of him. My brother deserves much better than you. You're lucky he ever touched you at all...”
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(Anonymous) 2009-01-24 11:20 am (UTC)(link)It was a loud cry, and with an unmistakably pleasured waver. Belarus was most intrigued, and she repeated movement, brushing even harder. The brunette's body shuddered all over, his hips moving back into her hand as much as they could. “No...!” Liet whispered, as he had been holding tightly to his last thread of dignity. But she had found the one place on his body that he couldn't control, couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through his veins whenever she touched it.
“I see...” Belarus whispered. If she could force this much pleasure on the smaller nation, she could only imagine how her brother could do it—and how good it must feel. The female nation thrust her fingers back and forth, each time sending them deep into her rival's body, trying to make sure that she brushed that place. Lithuania was crying again, silent tears as he gasped and groaned, his traitorous and base reactions betraying him until he was almost bucking into that deceivingly graceful hand. Each rise of those narrow hips forced a small gasp from Natalia as she pressed herself against his thigh, feeling every flex of muscle on her most sensitive area. And unfortunately for the brunette, he could feel that very well, too. The hot dampness on the back of his thigh, and hearing her gasp each time he jerked hard against his bonds.
She was violating him, taking pleasure from him even as she forced his own. Belarus leaned forward slightly, her hips moving in time with her hand. And then her other hand was slipping beneath his hips, to wrap firmly around the arousal she found there. Lithuania's low moan almost sounded like pain, but she knew that he was just ashamed. “That's right,” She breathed, her own breath hitching with each small move. “This is how dirty you are... This is why you do not deserve him! Anyone... can give you this...!”
“It's not...!” It's not the same! Lithuania wanted to shout. But he knew that she just wouldn't understand. Mindlessly, he moved with every thrust of her long fingers, and stroke of her warm, soft hand. Tears were hot as they streaked down his flushed cheeks to soak the pillow beneath his head. But he felt that part of what she said was right. The only reason that his body reacted the way that it did was because he was trained by Russia's touch. His responses, despite the pain, were honest to his base desires. He really was ruined...! And just as this thought crossed his mind, a humiliatingly passionate cry fell from his lips as his body grew taunt and rigid, hips pressing back into her hand as he came. Her higher pitched, but just as impassioned shout was right behind him, and he felt her thighs tighten painfully tight around his own.
It took both of them a moment to catch their breath, Bela removing her hand out from under him as she slipped her fingers from his body. Liet gave a small groan, sore from her vigorous actions without anything slick to aid them. She stared at the white mess on her hand, half with disgust, half with interest. Picking up her knife with her clean hand, she slipped it back into her garter as she lifted her hips. “You see, Toris,” She said quietly, though the flush was not yet gone from her pale cheeks. “It is you who are not worthy of him. My brother deserves much better than you. You're lucky he ever touched you at all...”