Motherland (1/1)
anonymous
April 23 2010, 21:12:56 UTC
ah if you wanted this to be light, i'm sorry >_>
"I see why they left...." She says in her deep, seductive, husky voice. She strokes his cheek with one hand, placing soft kisses along his jaw and down his neck, and gently cupping him through his jeans with the other. "You are very beautiful."
He flushes and moans as she rolls him in her palm. Slowly, she unzips his pants, gauging his reactions through her thick eyelashes. She slides down his jeans, taking his boxers down with them, and teasingly pulls on his hardened cock.
"Oh yes, very beautiful indeed. Such shiny golden hair and pretty blue eyes. Like the summer sky." Her gaze doesn't leave his face as he pants and squirms beneath her.
"We don't have such summer skies, you know. Perhaps that is what was missing... just a little sunshine." She quickens her pace and presses a light kiss to his tip, then enveloping him in her hot mouth, pulling up slowly and releasing him with a soft pop.
"A-Ah-nn!"
"So many have left me... abandoned their own mother.... for you, you know." Distantly, he can sense the slight anger and hurt in those words, but he is too far gone to really register it. She squeezes and he moans and the hazy thought disappears.
"R-Russia!"
"I have given up so much... for my children. And yet.... Despite that...."
She stops abruptly and he whimpers, lust-clouded eyes opening to look at her. Her back is to him. She slowly unbuttons her large tan coat, letting it slide down her pale, bare shoulders and into a pool around her feet. She is naked.
His foggy eyes become sharper, filled with surprise and the sudden urge to simply hold her. Inwardly, he strikes himself. Motherland. Of course.
Scars tattoo her body. Angry, twisted records her of bloody past, twining along her back and wrapping around her front. He is not sure he's even familiar with weapons that can make such wounds. She turns to face him, slowly, eyes distant and cracked, the corners of her mouth turning upward in an odd, almost wistful smile.
Re: Motherland (1/1)
anonymous
April 24 2010, 08:27:16 UTC
Not OP, btw, but... ...t-this. <3 Wonderful~! So short, and yet so nicely written! :'3 and really. I never realized just how much I needed America/fem!Russia up until now. Gah! Why is there only such few fics of them around...? T__T
"I see why they left...." She says in her deep, seductive, husky voice. She strokes his cheek with one hand, placing soft kisses along his jaw and down his neck, and gently cupping him through his jeans with the other. "You are very beautiful."
He flushes and moans as she rolls him in her palm. Slowly, she unzips his pants, gauging his reactions through her thick eyelashes. She slides down his jeans, taking his boxers down with them, and teasingly pulls on his hardened cock.
"Oh yes, very beautiful indeed. Such shiny golden hair and pretty blue eyes. Like the summer sky." Her gaze doesn't leave his face as he pants and squirms beneath her.
"We don't have such summer skies, you know. Perhaps that is what was missing... just a little sunshine." She quickens her pace and presses a light kiss to his tip, then enveloping him in her hot mouth, pulling up slowly and releasing him with a soft pop.
"A-Ah-nn!"
"So many have left me... abandoned their own mother.... for you, you know." Distantly, he can sense the slight anger and hurt in those words, but he is too far gone to really register it. She squeezes and he moans and the hazy thought disappears.
"R-Russia!"
"I have given up so much... for my children. And yet.... Despite that...."
She stops abruptly and he whimpers, lust-clouded eyes opening to look at her. Her back is to him. She slowly unbuttons her large tan coat, letting it slide down her pale, bare shoulders and into a pool around her feet. She is naked.
His foggy eyes become sharper, filled with surprise and the sudden urge to simply hold her. Inwardly, he strikes himself. Motherland. Of course.
Scars tattoo her body. Angry, twisted records her of bloody past, twining along her back and wrapping around her front. He is not sure he's even familiar with weapons that can make such wounds. She turns to face him, slowly, eyes distant and cracked, the corners of her mouth turning upward in an odd, almost wistful smile.
"Surely I am more beautiful than you?"
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...t-this. <3 Wonderful~! So short, and yet so nicely written! :'3
and really. I never realized just how much I needed America/fem!Russia up until now. Gah! Why is there only such few fics of them around...? T__T
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