Dear Diary, I no longer need you 7/11
anonymous
January 24 2009, 11:17:17 UTC
“What don't I understand, Toris?” She still spoke his name with a bitter edge. As she spoke she was moving, lifting from his thighs again, “I don't understand how you seduced my brother with this lascivious body,” Her knee pressed between Lithuania's thighs, forcing its way upwards until he gave a gasp, “Or how you write such one-sided and horrible words about him,” Pulling his leg out by use of her own, she effectively spread Lithuania's apart.
“Stop this...!”
“Not until you understand!” Belarus replied, her normally calm voice a little breathless now. Her fingertips trailed up along the inside of his thighs, and Lithuania's back arched a bit as he bit back a gasp. “He touches you here, doesn't he?” She asked, nails tickling lightly as he tugged at his wrists and bound ankle again, refusing to answer. “He strokes you, says things to you,” She was glad that the words in the diary had been unreadable for that part, for she had no desire to know what Russia said to this man in these moments. Because she hated to admit it, but the brunette was... beautiful like this. Helpless, his pale skin sweat-slick and smooth, cheeks right now the same flushed pink as she had made his backside, as he wiggled in the most enticing way under her. Her breath was growing heavier, and she tightened her thighs around the leg that she had trapped between her own.
“I-I never asked for any of it...!” Lithuania whined from under her, trying uselessly to escape that teasing hand as Bela trailed her fingers up along the cleft of his sore backside. She slid them in between slowly, moving them back down until they rubbed at his entrance. “Natalia... please...” Tears escape from those emerald eyes now, and he closed them tightly to keep any more from coming.
“Tell me,” Belarus breathed, “what he does when he has you like this... And don't pretend that when he does it, you don't want it.” Lithuania shook his head,
“I told you, I don't have a choi-!” His protest ended in a swift gasp of pain as Bela delivered another painful slap to one full and already sore cheek. “H-he slides his fingers in... inside of me...!” Liet whispered, his voice trembling with shame. Green eyes shot open wide as he felt the female nation's slender finger force its way inside of him, his body tensing even as she groaned at the sudden tight heat surrounding her slender digit. “Nn-no, he... he uses lotion, oil...!” He whispered frantically as he tried in vain to move his hips away from her offending hand.
“You didn't tell me that.” Belarus replied innocently, moving her hand slowly back and forth. “How was I supposed to know?” She asked as she rose one eyebrow. Though she admitted to herself that it did make sense, as it wasn't easy to thrust even her slender finger in and out as she was doing now. After a while of trying, and of hearing the brunette's groans of pain and silent sobs, she sighed. “Shouldn't you relax or something?”
“How... how can I...?”
“Well if you don't, the other's aren't going to fit.” Bela stated calmly.
“Oth... Ahhn, others?” Lithuania whined.
“Of course... my brother does not stop at one. Otherwise, I don't see what there is for you to be complaining about...” Because really, Russia's fingers were much bigger then her own, weren't they? She licked her lips as she watched the smaller nation under her take a few slow, deep, and shuddering breaths. Yes, with her brother's fingers inside of you, you would have to remember to breathe... Belarus felt her body give a throb in response, heat pooling in her lower belly the more she thought about it. But at least Lithuania seemed to be playing along now, as she felt his body relax around her entrapped finger. “And...” She breathed, his own voice now a little low, “What does he do, when he gets them inside...?”
“He... He pushes them deep! Na... Natalia, that hurts..!” He protested as she forced another finger in. It was intoxicating, the way that he gasped and moved under her. Each time that the thigh that was under her tensed and moved with his writhing, a bolt of pleasure shot through her as it brushed her through her panties.
“Stop this...!”
“Not until you understand!” Belarus replied, her normally calm voice a little breathless now. Her fingertips trailed up along the inside of his thighs, and Lithuania's back arched a bit as he bit back a gasp. “He touches you here, doesn't he?” She asked, nails tickling lightly as he tugged at his wrists and bound ankle again, refusing to answer. “He strokes you, says things to you,” She was glad that the words in the diary had been unreadable for that part, for she had no desire to know what Russia said to this man in these moments. Because she hated to admit it, but the brunette was... beautiful like this. Helpless, his pale skin sweat-slick and smooth, cheeks right now the same flushed pink as she had made his backside, as he wiggled in the most enticing way under her. Her breath was growing heavier, and she tightened her thighs around the leg that she had trapped between her own.
“I-I never asked for any of it...!” Lithuania whined from under her, trying uselessly to escape that teasing hand as Bela trailed her fingers up along the cleft of his sore backside. She slid them in between slowly, moving them back down until they rubbed at his entrance. “Natalia... please...” Tears escape from those emerald eyes now, and he closed them tightly to keep any more from coming.
“Tell me,” Belarus breathed, “what he does when he has you like this... And don't pretend that when he does it, you don't want it.” Lithuania shook his head,
“I told you, I don't have a choi-!” His protest ended in a swift gasp of pain as Bela delivered another painful slap to one full and already sore cheek. “H-he slides his fingers in... inside of me...!” Liet whispered, his voice trembling with shame. Green eyes shot open wide as he felt the female nation's slender finger force its way inside of him, his body tensing even as she groaned at the sudden tight heat surrounding her slender digit. “Nn-no, he... he uses lotion, oil...!” He whispered frantically as he tried in vain to move his hips away from her offending hand.
“You didn't tell me that.” Belarus replied innocently, moving her hand slowly back and forth. “How was I supposed to know?” She asked as she rose one eyebrow. Though she admitted to herself that it did make sense, as it wasn't easy to thrust even her slender finger in and out as she was doing now. After a while of trying, and of hearing the brunette's groans of pain and silent sobs, she sighed. “Shouldn't you relax or something?”
“How... how can I...?”
“Well if you don't, the other's aren't going to fit.” Bela stated calmly.
“Oth... Ahhn, others?” Lithuania whined.
“Of course... my brother does not stop at one. Otherwise, I don't see what there is for you to be complaining about...” Because really, Russia's fingers were much bigger then her own, weren't they? She licked her lips as she watched the smaller nation under her take a few slow, deep, and shuddering breaths. Yes, with her brother's fingers inside of you, you would have to remember to breathe... Belarus felt her body give a throb in response, heat pooling in her lower belly the more she thought about it. But at least Lithuania seemed to be playing along now, as she felt his body relax around her entrapped finger. “And...” She breathed, his own voice now a little low, “What does he do, when he gets them inside...?”
“He... He pushes them deep! Na... Natalia, that hurts..!” He protested as she forced another finger in. It was intoxicating, the way that he gasped and moved under her. Each time that the thigh that was under her tensed and moved with his writhing, a bolt of pleasure shot through her as it brushed her through her panties.
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