[ His hand covers her bottom for a moment, fingers pressing into her flesh, squeezing her buttocks together. His pulse is fevery but he's almost getting chills at how sweet and perfect her ass is, a dark ripe curve like an apple to bite into, her back glistening under a sheen of sweat, the fragile stem of her neck and the dark corona of hair spilling from the curve of her skull. Her body is practically buzzing: that scream of hers, at the first wallop, seems to have connected a circuit and proved that her body is primed for shocks and sparks. ]
[ He plans to give her plenty. ]
[ Then his hand thrusts her bottom up so high that her forehead is sealed to the floor, her breasts crushed against the grainy surface. And without warning the belt comes cracking down, the strokes noisy and rhythmic. Again, then again, spacing out to when she counts off, one great hard slap then another falls, stinging the flesh of her thighs, the curve of her buttocks, one burning cheek then the other, the skin seeming to ignite to a gorgeously blotchy red under the blows. ]
[ But no matter how he busies himself to tormenting tender spots, he returns always to her sex, the belt strap smacking her little mound over and over, the leather scraping her clit, and the harder the blows come the more the juices in her seem to surge, until he almost can't hear the crack against the slick lips -- it's all an undifferentiated, sloppy-wet blur, the fierce blows seeming to shape themselves to her as they spank her. ]
[ Twenty-one strokes, and they are done. ]
[ Panting lightly, Hei lets the belt drop to the floor. He gives Korra barely a heartbeat to compose herself, stroking the inflamed curve of her ass while his own ricocheting pulse eases. In the next blink, he's hauled her up by one of her biceps, wrenching her around to bite off that inevitable saucy stream of words before they blossom. To bite those delicious lips, that little pink tongue. ]
[ Shoving her against the edge of a crude wooden table, face-first, he grabs the torn strip of her panties, with the sort of ironic flourish of hand that a magician uses to pull scarves out of hats -- before stuffing it into her mouth. Not a gag, but a noise-muffler. ]
[ She's going to need it. One palm splayed across her tailbone, pinning her down, he suits himself up with a condom with the other. His cock, sheathed, darkens all the more and bobs as if trying to pull him forward. Hei obeys the compulsion, though his handling is carefully controlled as he spreads Korra's thighs wider, erection nosing against her dripping sex -- then thrusts in with no restraint, the flaring head hardly enough of a greeting to smooth entry for the rest of him. ]
no subject
[ That's an eloquent No. ]
[ His hand covers her bottom for a moment, fingers pressing into her flesh, squeezing her buttocks together. His pulse is fevery but he's almost getting chills at how sweet and perfect her ass is, a dark ripe curve like an apple to bite into, her back glistening under a sheen of sweat, the fragile stem of her neck and the dark corona of hair spilling from the curve of her skull. Her body is practically buzzing: that scream of hers, at the first wallop, seems to have connected a circuit and proved that her body is primed for shocks and sparks. ]
[ He plans to give her plenty. ]
[ Then his hand thrusts her bottom up so high that her forehead is sealed to the floor, her breasts crushed against the grainy surface. And without warning the belt comes cracking down, the strokes noisy and rhythmic. Again, then again, spacing out to when she counts off, one great hard slap then another falls, stinging the flesh of her thighs, the curve of her buttocks, one burning cheek then the other, the skin seeming to ignite to a gorgeously blotchy red under the blows. ]
[ But no matter how he busies himself to tormenting tender spots, he returns always to her sex, the belt strap smacking her little mound over and over, the leather scraping her clit, and the harder the blows come the more the juices in her seem to surge, until he almost can't hear the crack against the slick lips -- it's all an undifferentiated, sloppy-wet blur, the fierce blows seeming to shape themselves to her as they spank her. ]
[ Twenty-one strokes, and they are done. ]
[ Panting lightly, Hei lets the belt drop to the floor. He gives Korra barely a heartbeat to compose herself, stroking the inflamed curve of her ass while his own ricocheting pulse eases. In the next blink, he's hauled her up by one of her biceps, wrenching her around to bite off that inevitable saucy stream of words before they blossom. To bite those delicious lips, that little pink tongue. ]
[ Shoving her against the edge of a crude wooden table, face-first, he grabs the torn strip of her panties, with the sort of ironic flourish of hand that a magician uses to pull scarves out of hats -- before stuffing it into her mouth. Not a gag, but a noise-muffler. ]
[ She's going to need it. One palm splayed across her tailbone, pinning her down, he suits himself up with a condom with the other. His cock, sheathed, darkens all the more and bobs as if trying to pull him forward. Hei obeys the compulsion, though his handling is carefully controlled as he spreads Korra's thighs wider, erection nosing against her dripping sex -- then thrusts in with no restraint, the flaring head hardly enough of a greeting to smooth entry for the rest of him. ]