Title: Substitute
Artist: Sephielya J. Maxwell
Pairing/Characters: Belarus/Lithuania (Russ/Liet hint)
Rating: R
Warnings: Femdom? Female/male noncon, NO KNIVES OR BLOOD, don’t worry.
Summary: Belarus is tired of being ignored by the one she wants, so she'll settle for second best... Whether he's keen on the idea or not.
The house had been quiet all day. Ivan was out for business, and Katya had been absent as well. Toris had handed a list to his brothers, asking them to go out for a few things. He would have given it to Raivis alone, but the Latvian was still nervous about wandering around the streets of Moscow by himself. Eduard offered to go with him, and Gilbert was currently at his own house in East Germany, so that left Toris alone in the house.
Oh, no, he wasn’t alone. But he hadn’t seen Natalya all day, which was the usual when Ivan wasn’t around. Currently Toris was replacing books in the common study on the first floor. He really wished the others would care a little about tidiness instead of leaving everything to him-just because they knew he’d do it. Even if it wasn’t his ‘job’, Toris wouldn’t be able to stand the disorder. He had just slid the last book into place when a voice from behind startled him.
“Mr. Laurinaitis.”
“Ah!” He spun around to face the slender female in the doorway. He blushed a little to see her leaning against the frame, one arm up above her head. Hand on his chest, he gave her a smile. “How many times do I have to tell you, it’s just Toris. You’ve gotten even more formal since the Soviet…” He trailed off as Natalya bit her lower lip, which was suspiciously red, turning her face away to the side. It was such a startling contrast from her normal light pink lipstick that he frowned. “…Is everything alright?” Toris asked, concerned at her expression.
“Actually…” Steel blue eyes moved back to the Lithuanian, and she pushed off from the doorframe. Hands folded in front of her, fingers interlaced. “There’s something I need your help with. Only you will do.” She turned her back, her dress giving a small swish as she spun on her heel, heading off down the hall. Toris hurried after her, nearly stumbling into the hallway.
“O-of course! Anything you need!” More than anything, Toris liked to be helpful. Especially when Natalya was involved! They had gotten along well at one time, when they were both young and she had lived in his house. Though they were close to the same age, she’d looked a little younger than him then, not as developed as a nation. But now they were equal, in physical age and power both. He followed her without a word, though he began to question himself when they began to head upstairs. When she reached the hallway of the Slavic siblings’ bedrooms, he swallowed. “U-um… Natalya?”
“Shh… We’re almost there.” She said with a glance over her shoulder, and a smile. Toris felt his heart skip a beat at that smile, that thin line of red lips, the lower a little fuller. She stopped soon after, and Toris glanced to the door she was in front of. He frowned, his expression even more nervous.
“I-I don’t think Ivan wants us in his study…” The Russian’s personal office, connected to his bedroom. Ivan often withdrew here after a full day’s work, asking for tea which he would add shots of vodka to in order to relax. With another swish of her skirt, Natalya turned around, her hair falling gently about her shoulders. Reaching up to her hair, the untied the bow there with a tug of her hand. Stepping closer, she reached up with both hands, lifting to her toes a little to bring it up to cover Toris’ eyes. “Ah, hey…!” Toris only straightened his back a little, his pulse quickening.
“Shh…” Natalya urged as she tied it tightly, quick precise movements of her slender fingers. “You don’t learn very quickly, do you?” She giggled, and Toris blushed, swallowing hard. He heard the door open, and the collar of his shirt was seized. She led him inside slowly, leaving him for only a moment to close the door behind them. The lock clicked shut, and he turned towards the sound on instinct. Reaching up for the makeshift blindfold, he found one hand slapped sharply. “Nyet.” She spoke her brother’s Russian.
“I-I don’t feel comfortable with this, Natalya…”
“You say I’m too formal, but you’re too informal, Mr. Laurinaitis.” Natalya seemed to chastise. “Just because we were children together doesn’t mean that we have to be so… close.” He couldn’t see her wrinkle her nose. “Things have changed. Or do you not respect me?” Her sweet voice sounded hurt.
“O-of course I do!” Toris hurried to assure her. “Wh-what should I call you then?”
“Hmm…” Her hand took a hold of his shirt collar again, leading him slowly forward. “How about… Miss Natalya.” With that she turned him. “Step back, once… A little more-careful now!” She coaxed, fingertips on his collarbone. “…Perfect.” A shove, and Toris gave a small cry as he fell back. A hardwood chair was there to greet him, and he grasped the seat of it as not to fall. Panting a little as his heart raced, his voice was almost irritated now.
“Nata-No, Miss Natalya, what exactly are you doing?” Toris asked; voice tense. He tensed as a slender finger pressed against his lips.
“Sit back, Toris.” She whispered his name, and he felt his heart skip again. He hesitated, shuddering a she traced the very crease of his lips, letting them part slightly. Slowly, he sat back, feeling the rungs of the chair against his back. “Horosho!” Toris didn’t like her using Ivan’s words right now-not at all. They sounded… strange with that pretty voice. “Now I want you to reach back… Grasp the rungs of the chair.”
“M…Miss Natalya, I…” Toris’ voice was strained now, his throat tight.
“Do it.” Natalya snapped. Her voice became soft again suddenly. “Please Toris, it’s not like I’m going to hurt you. You know I wouldn’t hurt you, right?”
“O-of course.” Hands shaking slightly, heart racing, the Lithuanian did as asked. Natalya gave a small hum of satisfaction, and her voice was light, like it was with her brother.
“Oh, thank you Toris!” Her clothing rustled as she moved behind him. A smooth sound of what seemed to be silk, and Toris smiled slightly, even if he was suspicious.
“Of course! Anything to…hey, M-Miss-!” One wrist was seized by slender fingers, while the other was looped with thick silk. Both were pulled through the rungs of the chair, brought together swiftly. The strip of silk wound around the other wrist now, creating a figure eight. Jerking it tight, Natalya looped the end of it between his wrists twice. Tying it off, she released him, clothing swishing as she stood. Pulling at his wrists, Toris found them to be quite securely bound. His voice was trembling a little as he felt her move to the front of him. “Miss Natalya, please, what is this about?”
“About? This is about you. And me. And of course, this is about brother.” Her voice got further away as she moved, and he tried to follow it with his head, even if he couldn’t see.
“I don’t understand.” Toris frowned. Natalya gave a laugh, and the room became a little darker. She was by the drapes? Her voice grew closer again.
“Don’t play stupid with me.” She murmured, a touch of anger to her voice. There was a light gust of air in front of him, and her voice came from his waist level now. “I chose this room for a reason, you know. You’re in here so often… with brother.”
“Th-that’s… ha…!” Toris’ ankle was jerked back against one leg of the chair with something which felt like a soft rope. Was it from the drapes? Natalya wound it around tightly before she moved to the other ankle, doing the same. What was he supposed to do-kick? He would harm her! Once they were both secured tightly to separate legs of the chair, she gave a sigh. Lithe hands grasped Toris’ knees, shoving them apart so far that it pulled at his bound ankles. “Ah-ow!” Toris complained. “M-m-miss Natalya…!” His voice heightened in panic as he felt her shoulders come between them. Her hands released his knees, sliding up along the inside-knowing full well he wouldn’t do anything that might harm her. Toris shuddered; back arching when he felt her nails through the fabric of his slacks, running up his sensitive thighs. His head tilted back a little, chest rising and falling with shortened breath.
“You hear them, don’t you?” Her breath was hot, right against the front of his pants. Despite the pain, Toris’ heels left the floor as he tried to press back away from it.
“H-hear what?” He asked desperately.
“Brother’s words…” Natalya gave a deliberate nuzzle to that most vital of areas, and Toris gave a whimper of complaint. Her voice deepened, lowered to barely above a whisper. “Horosho. Horosho, moy dorogoy. Da, moy lyublyu. Moy dorogoy malenkii volk.” Each phrase was punctuated with a press of those soft lips, her breath hot, dampening the fabric slightly until he could feel it all too clearly.
“M-miss Natalya, please…!” And he’d be damned if his body wasn’t responding eagerly to those ministrations! Perhaps it only added to his desperation, and it certainly added to his mortification. But Natalya only laughed softly. She left him all at once, and he gave a shuddering breath of relief. Closing his legs as much as he could, he heard the rustle of clothing, so he spoke up quickly. “N-now please untie m-ha!” Warmth descended on his lap, along with the weight of Natalya’s lithe body. Her skirt fell around them, fluttering down to cover his knees. Her hands were on his shirt, grasping opposite sides of his collar. “Don’t-!” Fabric tore and buttons popped, Toris giving a sound of dismay as he felt the air meet his bare chest.
Natalya’s hand grasped the shoulders of his ruined shirt, sliding it off of them to gather behind his back. He felt the weight of her breasts on his chest shortly as she leaned forward to bring it to his wrists. “Mn.” It was gone as she sat back, and there was a quiet click. One strong, small hand pressed to his shoulder firmly, grasping hard enough to bruise. “O-ow.” Toris only gave a quiet complaint now, and Natalya tsk’d her tongue.
“Do I really need to find something to stuff in that mouth of yours?” She hissed. “Ah… Or maybe you would like that.” She quipped, and Toris’ face grew hot. Something cooler than the temperature of his skin touched his chest, and it felt a little damp. It left a wet streak as it moved, and he tensed. Natalya began to hum to herself as she drew-or was it wrote? In his panic he couldn’t make out the design of her strokes, but it was definitely Cyrillic. She gave a pleased little ah when she finished. Natalya released Toris’ shoulder, touching the side of his neck gently. Fingertips slid around to the back of his neck, up into his hair…
“Hnn!” Toris’ jaw clenched as he felt her grasp that hair tightly.
“Don’t move.” She demanded, and how could he? “…Part your lips.”
“Wh-what?”
“Do it.” Her voice lowered again, and he found his lips separating before he knew what he was doing. Something wet and cool touched the middle of his lower lip, and he gave a start of surprise when he slid to the right corner. …Lipstick? His breath was audible with his mouth open like this, much to his dismay. She finished the lower lip before she paused. “…Wider.” She demanded, and Toris obeyed. “Ochen horosho.” She purred again, and set about painting the tip lip as well. Releasing his hair, Natalya giggled, clicking the lipstick shut. “There, now you match. Rub your lips together.” Toris swallowed, doing so. He gave a small sound of surprise when her lips sealed over his own for a warm, soft kiss. “Good boy.” She whispered against them, her slick tongue slicking over Toris’ lower lip.
Now her hips shifted, hips coming to press flat against his own. “Ah-ahh…” Toris gave a whine of protest, finding it was impossible to scoot backwards any further.
“Oh?” Natalya’s soft voice spoke up in surprise. The heat of her body easily penetrated his clothing, and just as easily, she could feel the hardness there. “So it’s true.” She shifted her hips for a small rub, her own breath catching as Toris’ back arched, a shameless groan passing his now crimson lips. “Mm… You like…” Another firm rub of their bodies, and her voice hitched. “Ah… a little abuse.”
“Th-that’s not true…” Toris panted, though his voice was anything but convincing. His protest dissolved into a moan as he felt Natalya’s thighs tense, hooking her heels onto the lower rungs of the chair and grasping the back of the chair just over Toris’ shoulders so that she could move her hips up and down at her will. “Aah, haa, st-stop, M-miss…!” Hot breath fell over Toris’ ear as the heat of Natalya’s body came closer to his chest.
“Mmm, haa, ah…!” Her own voice overcame his own, and he found himself holding back his own just to hear it. Each firm grind brought a throb of pleasure from them both, and Natalya let this be known shamelessly. Her voice was high and sweet, breathy and soft. What Toris would have given to hear this voice at one time…! But now, well, it was simply bad timing! Natalya’s voice dissolved into whimpers as her hips moved faster, and Toris’ hands were gripping the rungs of the chair behind his back so tightly that his knuckles were white. The front of his pants felt damp, but he didn’t know if it was from her or his own.
Pulses racing, bodies throbbing in pleasure, Toris’ breath grew deeper as Natalya’s voice grew higher, more shrill and desperate. Suddenly her body jolted, bucking against his own as she cried out so sweetly that Toris bit down on his lower lip to keep from doing the same. Her smaller body was trembling as she stopped, and her damp forehead came to rest on his shoulder, her hair falling to tickle his chest. Natalya’s hot breath only agitated that tickle, swaying her hair. It was only after a moment of this that Toris gave a small mm of displeasure. He was still achingly hard. His hips gave a small writhe all on their own, seeking to relieve this little ailment of his.
Natalya laughed softly, and she lifted her head. “Oh,” Her voice was husky now, so new and different from her usual cool indifference. It was different from the sweet tone she used with her brother, too. Toris wondered for a moment if he was the only one who’d ever heard it. “Don’t worry moy dorogoy; I’m not finished with you yet.” Her thighs trembled a little as she unhooked her feet, rising from his now quite damp lap. He hissed as the cold air rushed in to chill that spot, but Natalya answered it with a playful laugh. “Here, let me get that for you.”
“Please don’t-!” Of course she didn’t listen, those nimble fingers of hers undoing the buckle of his pants. She slid it from the loops completely, dropping it off to the right of him. The button came next, and then the zipper. Long fingers traced up along the throbbing erection that she found there, through his boxers. There was indeed dampness near the head, and she gave a sound that was almost… pleased?
“I knew it.” Her voice was pleased. “I overheard it once. ‘Toris is quite impressive!’” Another firm rub along the underside, and Toris’ groan was low in his throat. What was he supposed to do? Begging or pleading wouldn’t work, he’d already learned that. His body was hers, for however long she pleased. Or until they were found… That second thought brought a shudder of cold fear, but Natalya mistook it for eagerness. “Ah, you’re shameless.” She said simply, without disdain or displeasure. Toris shook his head.
“I wasn’t-!” Smack! He gasped, face turning to the side as he was slapped with the full force of her palm. That stung…!
“You’ll do perfectly. But you have to be quiet.” She paused. “Do you understand?”
“I…” Toris panted lightly.
“You want me to leave you like this?”
“No…!” That fear came back, and he tugged at his wrists and ankles. “Haa…” Back arched again as the base of his erection was rubbed firmly through his boxers. “…Yes. Yes, I’ll be quiet!” He whimpered in desperation, his voice low and breathless. The friction stopped, and he was almost sorry for it.
“Horosho,” Natalya spoke Russian yet again, and Toris winced. He really whished she’d stop that…! Any thoughts of that vanished as soon as he felt her hands carefully slipping his erection through the opening in his boxers. Toris bit his lower lip again as not to make a sound, but he felt a firm tap on his cheek this time. “Stop it, you’ll smear it.” She chastised, and he released his lip. He listened to her dress rustle again, swallowing hard. Something slipped over his head, and he gave a slight sound of surprise. The lightness of the fabric and the dampness gave away exactly what it was, and his cheeks burned hot in humiliation as his jaw tensed. Natalya laughed, moving to his right side.
One leg lifted over his lap, but… Natalya’s hand came under herself to guide his member, and he realized it just before she came down. She was facing away from him! His gasp was overwhelmed by Natalya’s cry of pleasure as she impaled her hot, wonderfully tight body down onto his throbbing erection. He felt the softness of her backside come to rest on his hips and abdomen when she reached the hilt, and heard her whimper when she wiggled her hips just to make sure she’d taken it all. Toris didn’t know whether to keep his jaw tightly closed or to part his lips, breathing heavily through his nose for now.
Natalya’s heels allowed her to reach the floor this time, and her hand grasped just above his right knee tightly as she leaned forward a little. Her other hand must have been holding her dress up, because he couldn’t feel it fall behind her, but it felt it on his thighs. Natalya gave a soft gasp as she lifted up, nearly off of his erection entirely before she came back down hard. “Haa!” Toris kept his voice from coming out fully, but he couldn’t help but gasp! Natalya didn’t call him out for it, so he figured that much was alright. Besides, by the time she’d lifted and fallen her hips again, her own voice was falling out much louder than his own.
Toris’ hands were behind him again, gripping the bars of the chair as he felt his wrists and ankles throbbing in pain from being tied so tightly, and pulled at as he had been. “Ah! Mmm, haa…!” That angelic voice was crying out as Toris’ expense, but right now his pleasure seemed to override his shame. He was panting heavily, lips parted even though he could feel the waxy substance there all the more like that. He could taste it, and he imagined it was the very taste of Natalya’s cruel red lips. Each time she came down Natalya gave a rock of her hips, pressing into Toris’ stomach and keeping his hips back against the chair. Even if he wanted to move in to her, he couldn’t! Quite literally, he was nothing but a toy in this degrading union.
Regardless of that fact, his body pulse was rising as that coil in his abdomen began to tighten. Just… a little more…! Natalya gasped sharply, nails biting into Toris’ knee hard enough to draw blood through his pants, but not even that could detour his pleasure.
What did ruin his orgasm was something else entirely-and that was the name on Natalya’s lips as she came, shuddering against him as she cried out in a wavering voice of utmost devotion. All of that for nothing…! No finish, no climax, no acknowledgement what so ever! Natalya was panting, the hand on his knee trembling. Toris’ breath was calming, but it was short and quick-angry. Degraded. Humiliated. When Natalya did lift her hips, stepping back over and turning around, she gave a small sound of surprise to see his quickly softening member.
“…Oh? Did I say that out loud?” There was a smile in her voice as she leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as her hair tickled his bare skin again. “Do you want to know what your chest says, moy dorogoy?” She whispered. Toris jerked his chin away from her face, but she only chuckled. “It says… blyad’.” She tapped his cheek again, then pressed her thumb to his lower lip, firmly rubbing it to the side, smearing her handiwork herself. “I was right… It looks good on you.” Her lips pressed to his cheek, and Toris clenched his jaw, breathing through his nose.”We should do this more often, Toris. I really enjoyed it.” Teeth nipped his earlobe and he tried to move away again. She laughed. “So obstinate. Let’s play a game, shall we? Next time, you come for me. That is… Unless you’re afraid of brother.” She stood then, leaving Toris torn.
Oh, he wanted to get back at her! But at the risk of incurring Ivan’s wrath, it was at a heavy price. Toris was trembling with anger, and so many other emotions right now that he couldn’t find the will to respond. Natalya gave a sigh, and her footsteps began to move away. Toris’ head snapped up, and he felt a chill run down his spine. “N…Miss Natalya!” He cried out, tugging at his restraints. “Untie me! Don’t leave me like this! Natalya!” The lock clicked, and the door creaked as it opened. “Please!” It creaked again, clicking closed. He held his breath in panic, hoping, praying that she hadn’t really left! When he heard nothing, not even a breath, he gave a small, high whine of panic.
He couldn’t be found like this! Tied to a chair, hanging shamelessly out of his pants, panties around his neck, smeared red lips and that word written on his chest in the same glaring red… In Ivan’s study! It was too much! Toris pulled at his wrists, at his ankles, but he only succeeded in making his joints even sorer than they already were. And oh, the worst part about being found like this by Ivan was… Who was the Russian going to be angrier with? His naïve little favorite, Toris? Or his devious, but precious little sister?