Actress Sex Story Actress Fantasy short stories - Mystery

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Hey fellow desi's, trying my hands on starting a new thread based on actress fantasy .

Hope you would like it !

Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this short story are above 18. this is pure art of fiction

This the first pilot episode opening

additional characters will be added based on story progression and response

Characters

1. Priyanka Arul Mohan

A woman born and raised in city, Bold and very progressive. Has a knack in History and Phycology.

2. Rashmika Mandana

Village born and Went to study in college. Priyanka's BFF . Superstitious and naïve. Strong physique

3. Nayanthara

Village head, surrounded in mystery and darkness.

Synopsis

As Priyanka and Rashmika sat on the college steps, the warm breeze carried the scent of spring blossoms. Priyanka grinned, her eyes shining with excitement. “I can't believe we're finally done with college! So, what's the plan for celebrating our freedom?”

Rashmika's smile was mischievous. “I have an idea. How about we visit my village? It's a hidden gem, nestled among the hills, with serene lakes and lush greenery. It's the perfect place to unwind after all those late-night study sessions.” Priyanka's eyes lit up. “That sounds amazing! I could use a break from the hustle and bustle of the city. Plus, it'll be wonderful to visit your hometown.”

As the two friends made plans for their upcoming adventure, a hushed whisper in the air hinted at the village's hidden mystery, a tale of whispers and secrets that lay dormant among the picturesque landscape. Unbeknownst to Priyanka, Rashmika's hometown held a dark enigma, waiting to unravel itself as they ventured into the heart of the mysterious village.

 

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Chapter 0 : Prep

Both Priyanak and Rashmika were staying the same apartment. They were packing up for the journey up ahead and Priyanka asked Rashmika " Do your village has network coverage ? I need to finish off the thriller that I stated to watch on Netflix." Rashmika replied " No, development projects near my village is being carried out at a snail's pace, don't know when our village would come to pace with modern amenities." she sighed. " Well there goes another unfinished series" said Priyanka. "Need not worry there are many activities to be done in my village and by the way we can also read the new novel that just got published yesterday" replied Rashmika. " Hmm, ok can you grab them for me me from the book store, I haven't packed my suitcase yet" Priyanka requested. Rashmika nodded and went on her way to the book store.

As Priyanka was packing the suitcase for her vacation she got a call from her boyfriend Krish.

She asked him to come over as she wanted to talk to him before going to Rashmika's remote village as she was informed that there was no network coverage. Priyanka went into the bedroom and changed into a red dress which was very sexy.

Krish arrived at the house and rang the bell. Priyanka opened the door wearing a sexy red dress which showed off her curves perfectly. She gave him a hug and led him into the living room where they sat down on the couch together.

"I just want to tell you something," Priyanka said. "What is it?" Krish asked. "I am going to Rashmika's remote village tomorrow and I will be gone for 3 weeks." Krish looked shocked. "Are you serious?" He asked. "Yes I am," Priyanka replied.

"I am going enjoy my vacation and explore the lush valleys and forest" Priyanka said. "You are going to be gone for 3 weeks?" Krish asked. "That is a long time," Krish said. "I know, but it is important that I go there and spend time with my BFF. "To make up for that, let's have fun tonight," said Priyanka and pushed Krish on the bed and started to kiss him passionately ."Hmmm... let's have fun," said Krish and started to kiss her back. "Let's take our clothes off," said Priyanka and started to unbutton his shirt. "Yes, let's take our clothes off," said Krish and started to unbutton her blouse as well.

They both took their clothes off and laid naked on the bed. "Oh my god you look so sexy," said Krish as he admired her body. "Thank you," said Priyanka as she smiled at him. "I love your boobs," said Krish as he reached out and started to touch them.

"Oh my god that feels so good," said Priyanka as she closed her eyes and moaned. "I want to suck on them," said Krish as he started to kiss her chest. "Oh my god yes please do it," said Priyanka as she laid back and enjoyed the feeling of his lips on her skin.

"Mmmm... your nipples are so hard," said Krish as he sucked on them. "Oh my god yes please don't stop," said Priyanka as she moaned louder. "I want to taste your pussy," said Krish as he moved down her body. "Oh my god yes please do it," said Priyanka as she spread her legs wide open for him.

"Mmmm... your pussy smells so good," said Krish as he started to lick her clit. "Oh my god yes please don't stop," said Priyanka as she moaned louder. "I'm gonna cum," said Krish as he continued to lick her clit. "Oh my god yes please don't stop," said Priyanka as she came all over his face.

"Mmmm... that was amazing," said Krish as he sat up and kissed her. "Thank you," said Priyanka as she hugged him. "I love you," said Krish. "I love you too," said Priyanka. "Now it's my turn to take you to heaven" said Priyanka as she held Krish cock in her hand and kneeled down. Her hot breath touched Krish raging cock and he left a slight moan.Priyanka kissed the tip of his cock and licked it with her tongue. She took it in her mouth and started sucking on it slowly. Krish's head was spinning with pleasure as he watched Priyanka take his cock in her mouth, moving up and down on it.

Priyanka take his cock in her mouth, moving up and down on it. He could feel himself getting closer to cumming, but he wanted to last as long as possible. "Oh my god yes please don't stop," said Krish as he grabbed Priyanka's hair and started thrusting into her mouth. "Mmmm... I'm gonna cum," said Krish as he started to shoot his load into her mouth. Priyanka swallowed every drop of cum and licked her lips clean. "Mmmm... that was delicious," said Krish as he pulled out of her mouth. "I'm glad you liked it," said Priyanka as she wiped the cum off her chin with a finger and sucked it clean.

"That was the best blowjob ever," said Krish as he kissed her. "Thank you," said Priyanka as she hugged him.

As they were having fun, the door was slight ajar and Rashmika was watching her friend making love with her boyfriend and started to finger herself as her pussy got wet.

Priyanka started to stroke the cock and asked Krish."Ready for round two?"

Krish nodded his head yes. Priyanka started to take his cock into her mouth and swirled her tuonge around the tip of his cock while her hand went up and down the entire length of his shaft.

Krish was moaning and said "oh god, that feels so good." Priyanka then took his cock out of her mouth and started to lick the shaft from the base to the tip. She took his balls into her mouth one by one and sucked on them while she stroked his cock with her hand and then took his cock back into her mouth and started to deep throat him. She gagged a little but kept going until she had taken his entire cock into her mouth. Priyanka then stopped and said "I want you to fuck me now." Krish said "ok" and stood up. He lifted Priyanka up and put her on the bed and climbed on top of her.

Seeing her friend suck a cock Rashmika was smitten by surprise and she started to rub her clit harder and left off muffled moans.

Krish stroked his cock a few times and rubbed her clit and started to tease Priyanka.

Rashmika was in awe of the scene she was watching and wanted to be part of it. She started to finger fuck her pussy even harder as as she watched them have fun.

Kirsh now teased Priyanka "Do you want hard cock to fuck your pussy?"

Priyanka said "yes". Krish replied "Yes what?" Priyanka replied "Yes Sir, I want your hard cock to fuck my pussy." Krish said "you are a good girl and you know how to please me. You have earned the right to be fucked by my hard cock." They were in bed, naked. Priyanka was on her back with her legs spread wide open. Krish was between her legs and his hard cock was at the entrance of her pussy. He slowly pushed his cock into Priyanka's pussy and she moaned as he did so.

Krish started to thrust his cock in and out of Priyanka's pussy. Priyanka then wrapped her legs around Krish's waist and pulled him closer to her. She then started to grind her pussy against his cock and moaned even louder. Krish then reached down and started to rub Priyanka's clit. Krish then said "I am going to cum soon." Priyanka said "Cum inside me, I want to feel your cum inside me." Krish then started to thrust his cock in and out of Priyanka's pussy faster and harder.

Priyanka then started to moan even louder and then started to grind her pussy against his cock harder and faster. Priyanka then said "Oh, oh, oh, I am cumming!" Krish then said "Me too! I am going to cum inside you!" They both came together. Krish's cock twitched and throbbed as he shot his load deep inside Priyanka's pussy. They both moaned loudly as they came together. Rashmika along with them came harder and moaned a little.

When they were done, Krish slowly pulled out his cock from Priyanka's pussy. They both laid on the bed, naked and sweaty. They both looked at each other and smiled. Then they kissed passionately for a few minutes and started to dress up. At the same time Rashmika also started to back off from the bedroom door.

She hid herself in the kitchen until, Krish went near the main door and Priyanka accompanied him to say goodbye.

 

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Chapter 1 : Yakshinpur

After a perilous long journey they reach the village. Nestled in a verdant embrace, the tranquil Indian village of Yakshinpur unfolds its serene beauty beneath the first light of dawn. Encircled by majestic hills on three sides, the village lies cradled in nature's bounty. A lush green forest, teeming with life, encroaches upon the village, its emerald foliage embracing the settlement in a tranquil cocoon.

As the sun graces the horizon, a soft glow spills over the hills, casting a golden hue on the landscape. The air is filled with the symphony of waking birds and the rustling leaves of ancient trees. A meandering stream, crystal-clear and reflective of the dawn's warmth, flows gently alongside the village, its rhythmic murmur adding a melodic undertone to the morning.

Amidst this idyllic setting stands an abandoned bungalow, a relic of bygone days. Wrapped in vines and dappled sunlight, it silently witnesses the passage of time. The village, untouched by the hustle of modernity, awakens to the soft caress of the sunrise, painting a tranquil tableau where hills, forest, stream, and the echoes of a forgotten bungalow converge in a timeless dance with nature.

The village houses, with their pristine white walls, stand like pearls against the backdrop of green fields and azure skies. Each dwelling is adorned with a touch of tradition—a striking red door that adds a vibrant contrast to the tranquil surroundings

As Priyanka strolls through the narrow lanes, the red doors beckon, each a gateway to stories untold. However, what captures the attention is the enigma etched upon these doors. A mysterious manuscript, its script an intricate dance of curves and lines, graces the doorways like an ancient code waiting to be deciphered. Priyanka, with a curious glint in her eye, approached her friend Rashmika. The air was filled with the subtle aroma of incense, and the sun cast a warm glow on the white-walled houses and the mysterious red doors adorned with strange manuscripts.

Priyanka: “ Rashmika, have you ever wondered about these mysterious manuscripts on your village doors? ”. Rashmika looked up, her expression mirroring Priyanka's curiosity. Rashmika: “Oh, those ancient scripts? They've always fascinated me. Each one seems to tell a story, but I've never quite understood their meaning.” Priyanka: “ Exactly! I feel like they hold secrets, tales from the past waiting to be discovered. Do you think anyone in the village knows what they mean?” Rashmika:“ Perhaps the elders might have some insights. But why the rush ? let’s go my home now. When both of them reached near Rashmika's home , they saw a figure running towards them swiftly.

Ananya after a long gap is happy to see and rushes towards Rashmika. Priyanka asks Rashmika" who is she?". Rashmika replies "she's Ananya my neighbour's girl and was my friend till I moved away from the village". Ananya hugs Rashmika and says "it's been so long since I saw you, I was wondering if you would return to the village". Rashmika replies "I am back now for enjoying my college vacation, meet my BFF Priyanka. "Priyanka greets Ananya with a warm smile.

She possessed a captivating beauty that was both innocent and alluring. With her sun-kissed skin, luscious dark hair cascading down her back, and enchanting doe-like eyes, she was the epitome of a village goddess. Ananya's slender figure was adorned with the traditional attire of the village, a vibrant saree that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her delicate features were complemented by a rosy blush that adorned her cheeks, giving her an irresistible charm. As she moved near them, the soft tinkling of her anklets filled the air, captivating the attention of everyone who laid eyes on her. Her graceful steps were like a dance, swaying her hips with a sensual rhythm that may stir desire in the hearts of any man. The scent of wildflowers clung to her, mingling with the earthy aroma of the countryside. Her touch was as soft as a feather, her hands gentle and tender as she went about her daily chores.

 

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Chapter 2 : The Ritual

After resting for a while, Ananya excitedly asked Rashmika whether they are ready to take tour of the village? and suggested to change to traditional clothes as women of the village are forbidden from wearing clothes that are revealing. But Priyanka being modern and progressive ignored her suggestions, initiated the tour.

They walked through the busy market and the lush forest lanes, everywhere they went the villagers greeted them with a smile but hidden behind that fake smile was a horrid view on the girls roaming around in their village with modern city attire and setting a bad example to the women of the village.

Some time later while the sun started to set on the west retrieving his rays towards him the trio were near a forest path leading towards a small hill, when Priyanka tried to go further, she was stopped by Ananya saying that “This path ends at Predha pathar”. Priyanka with a confused face asked her to elaborate. Ananya started that the place is said to be cursed and dead bodies of people who disobey either the village’s law or the local deity are found dead there.

Rashmika also nodded her head and advised her friend to clear the place as quickly as possible while returning to Rashmika's home they come across the stream and the old abandoned bungalow adjoining it. Priyanka due to her curious nature asked Rashmika about the place.

The bungalow was surrounded by vines and trees that has grown out of its broken walls and ceilings. Rashmika started that “This bungalow was abandoned ages ago and villages are hesitant to go near the place even during the day and are restricted to go near it in nights. Most the villagers believe that ghostly apparitions and moaning sounds echo through the silent night.” She continued that during full moon and new moon days the activities pickup pace and villagers themselves will not come outside their homes.

While Priyanka was listening to the ramblings of Rashmika, Ananya interrupted saying that today is new moon day and villagers are advised to place jasmine garlands at the home entrance, those who doesn’t place are discovered dead on the “Predha pathar” the next day. All these strange rituals and beliefs ignited the fire inside Priyanka to seek logical reason behind these ramblings.

Everyone started to return to their homes and after finishing dinner both the friends went to the bedroom to sleep. Priyanka mind didn’t let her sleep as it was seeking answers to these strange rituals. Time was past midnight and while Priyanka was trying to sleep, she heard the sound of anklets echoing through the dim and dark new moon night.

She moved the window curtain and was shocked to see Ananya wearing little to no clothes walking on the street with a fire torch in her hand and flower garland around her neck. She was flabbergasted to see Ananya in this state as just few hours before she saw as a “sanskari” lady who will be appreciated by the boomers of the city. Without hesitation and neither disturbing Rashmika who was sound asleep started to follow Ananya.

She was walking towards the bungalow and went past it, into the forest, they neared a place where a bonfire was lit and group of four men completely nude smeared in sandal paste was visible. In the dimly lit place Priyanka was able to roughly see the silhouette of a female statue same as the height of men, it was also smeared in sandal paste and other things with a jasmine garland around its neck and next to was seemed to be a sacrifice platform. Priyanka hid herself behind a large banyan tree and bushes and started to observe what going on.

As the men chanted mantras, their voices blending with the intoxicating music, Ananya's inhibitions melted away. She embraced her sensuality, reveling in the attention and adoration bestowed upon her. One by one, the men stepped forward, their hands trembling with anticipation. They caressed her body, their touch igniting a fire within her. Ananya's skin tingled under their fingertips, her breath growing heavier with each gentle stroke. She closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the pleasure that awaited her.

Ananya's naked form was worshipped, every inch of her revered. The men explored her body, their hands tracing the contours of her curves, their fingers finding every sensitive spot. Their touch was both gentle and possessive, igniting a hunger within her that could not be quenched, her moans filled the forest, a symphony of pleasure blending with the rhythmic beat of the drums. Her body moved in perfect harmony with the music, her dance becoming a passionate expression of her desires. The men watched, their eyes filled with lust and admiration, as she surrendered herself to the intoxicating rhythm.

The air was thick with desire, the room pulsating with raw sensuality. Ananya's body glistened with sweat, her skin flushed with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. The men continued to worship her, their caresses growing bolder and more urgent, their hands exploring every inch of her. As the men's caresses grew bolder, their hands began to explore every inch of Ananya's body with a newfound urgency. They traced the curves of her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples with their fingertips. Their hands glided down her smooth stomach, causing her to shiver with anticipation.

Ananya's breath quickened as their hands ventured lower, teasing the delicate folds of her womanhood. They could feel the heat radiating from her, the wetness that coated her entrance. With each touch, she grew more and more aroused, her body craving the release that only they could provide. One man, overcome with desire, knelt before Ananya, his face inches away from her throbbing center. His warm breath fanned across her sensitive flesh, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. With a flick of his tongue, he tasted her, savoring the sweet nectar that flowed from her core.

Ananya moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure as she surrendered herself to the sensations. The other men watched, their own desire growing with each passing moment. They couldn't resist any longer, their own throbbing members begging for attention.

One by one, they took their place before Ananya, their cocks hard and ready. With a hunger that matched her own, they plunged deep into her welcoming warmth, filling her with their pulsating desire. Ananya gasped, her body arching with pleasure as they thrust into her with a relentless intensity. Her tits bounced and jiggled with each powerful thrust, adding to the symphony of pleasure that filled the room. The bed squeaked and rocked beneath their passionate movements, a testament to the sheer intensity of their coupling. Ananya's moans grew louder, her cries of ecstasy mingling with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

"Fuck me harder," she pleaded, her voice filled with a desperate need. "I want to feel you deep inside me. Pound me until I can't take it anymore."The men obliged, their hips moving at an incredible speed as they kept fucking her hard, over and over. Her wet pussy took a relentless pounding, her walls clenching around them, milking them for every drop of pleasure. The room was filled with the symphony of their moans and the intoxicating scent of sex.

As the pleasure built within her, Ananya could feel herself teetering on the edge. Her body tensed, her orgasm threatening to consume her. With one final, powerful thrust, she exploded, her release washing over her in waves of pure bliss. Her pussy clenched around the men inside her, milking them as they continued to fuck her through her climax.

She was overwhelmed by the sensation, her senses on the verge of overload. The men took turns, their cocks sliding in and out of her with unrelenting force. Ananya's moans grew louder, her body aching for release as she was ravished from all angles. Time seemed to stand still as pleasure consumed them all. The area was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, the air heavy with the sounds of their passionate encounters. Ananya's body trembled with each orgasm, her walls clenching around the throbbing cocks that filled her. The men started to shoot cum all over her body and she was entirely covered in cum.

Ananya after showering in cum asked the oldest men in the group to step forward and follow her to the sacrificial stone. Unbeknownst to her and to the shock of Priyanka, she severed the head of the man in one fatal blow with the sickle held by her and started to smear it all over her cum stained body.

While Priyanka was mesmerized and shocked beyond words by the events unfolding right in front of her eyes, she saw a nude woman figure appear from behind the statue. Her body trembled in fear as she felt a hand tap on her shoulder.

 

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Chapter 3 : Origins of Yakshinpur - Part 1

Priyanka shocked on feeling a hand tap on her shoulders tried to turn back and shout, but her mouth was sealed close by another hand as she was dragged away from the spot she hid and away from where the ritual was taking place. In the dim light of the night, she was able to see a man with a robust build, weathered skin, and strong, calloused hands that bear witness to a life of hard work in the fields. His attire reflects practicality, often consisting of traditional clothing suited for the demands of rural life.

In terms of demeanor, he carries himself with a quiet confidence, reflecting the strength that comes from years of manual labor and a close connection to nature. His strength is not just physical but extends to a mental and emotional fortitude, forged through the challenges of agrarian life.

Priyanka asked “who are you?”. The man replied that his name was Bala and she’s lucky to be found by him rather than other villagers and in turn asked what she is doing in such secluded area at this time of the night, she seems to be outsider to the village. Priyanka in fright continued to reply that she was friend of Rashmika and had come here for spending the vacation, out of curiosity she followed Ananya to the ritual spot.

Bala said to follow him back to the village and upon reaching his home he assured Priyanka that he wouldn’t harm her and requested her to sleep the rest of the night here. Priyanka didn’t trust him and said she’s fine and would like to go back to Rashmika’s home, but when she stepped out of the home, she saw Ananya coming back into the village along with the remaining men. Her brain suggested that it’s better to spend the night here rather than being caught by them.

She rushed back into the home and said “I accept your request to stay here but I need answers.” Bala said “Okay, I am glad to clear your queries.” She started “How come you are not superstitious like the other villagers? And what was happening over there and who was the woman that came back from the statue?” Bala asked her to slowdown and replied that he had worked in Chennai for the past few years and had developed rational mind and doesn’t believe in this kind of things. “The woman you saw there was Nayanthara the current village head, her family members have been the village head for many centuries and the ritual you saw was performed to appease the goddess “Kameshwari Yakshini ” hence why the village was name after her.”

Priyanka requested Bala to elaborate about the connection between Nayanthara and the ritual. Bala said “It’s a long story, let me explain it as I heard it from my elders”. He started “Many centuries ago, this place was a dense forest, towering trees with thick canopies form a natural cathedral, allowing only dappled sunlight to filter through, casting enchanting patterns on the forest floor. The air is heavy with the rich, earthy scent of damp soil, moss, and the sweet fragrance of exotic blossoms.

A pristine stream meandering through the heart of the forest. The clear water flows over smooth rocks, creating miniature waterfalls that add to the serene ambiance. Nestled beside the stream, a small dilapidated shrine was present.

One fine day a young merchant was travelling through the forest, as sun was setting, he neared the shed and decided to rest there. After setting up the camp for the night the man ate dinner and started to doze off. Suddenly, he heard the chuckling and anklets sounds of a woman, he opened his eyes and saw very beautiful woman emerging from the near the shrine.

She had a bright smile, her face was covered with the gold make-up and she was wearing a sexy red saree. He was mesmerized with her beauty, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She came closer to him and started to undress him. He stammered, trying to hide his arousal and questioned "Who are you?" . She laughed and continued undressing him. “I’m Kameshwari Yakshini”, she said with a smile. He had never seen such a beautiful woman and couldn’t hold himself back. Within a flash of a second her clothes went missing and there the whole epitome of beauty was standing nude in front of him. He couldn't able to control and started to smooch her, caressing her tits and ass.

Her breasts were surprisingly soft, he couldn’t keep himself from nibbling her nipples. They started to kiss passionately, her mouth so sweet that he tasted honey. She rubbed his throbbing cock with her hand and started to stroke him. He started to finger her pussy. “Don’t be afraid to take things further, I’m not a mortal”, she said.

He was shocked, he didn’t expect to hear that. She pushed him down onto the ground and straddled him. She grabbed his face and placed it near her dripping pussy, he started lick her clit and finger her while she was grinding on his tongue. She felt really good and he started to lick her faster and harder, as she was moaning with pleasure.

“Oh yes, go harder!” she moaned in pleasure. He licked her clit so hard that his tongue started to swirl around it. Her pussy started to tighten and he could feel how much pleasure she was feeling. He continued to lick her, until her moans got really loud and she said " I am going to cum." He started to lick her pussy faster, and she came while moaning “Ohh I’m cumming!”.

She came with her juices pouring all over his face. He laid back on the ground and she started to kiss him from head to his penis, when she reached near his dick she started to tease him with her tounge. "I’m not done yet” she said.

She started to lick his dick and kiss his balls while stroking him, and took his shaft into her mouth and twirled her tounge around the head of his cock. She started to pump him faster and faster, her tongue swirling around his cock. Her rhythm was really fast now and he could feel that she is going to make him explode. “Give me your seed” she said as she was sucking him like a lollipop.

He tried to restrain himself from cumming as he wanted to continue this pleasure. She started to suck him harder and the magic powers made it impossible for him to delay his cumming. He held her hair with both hands and came into her mouth filling it with his semen. She swallowed all his cum in one go, and he watched her do it with a smile. She sat down beside him and kissed him while looking into his eyes. "Now get ready to please me more and started to stroke his limp dick."

When she was satisfied with the state of his dick, she took her hand off his cock. She stroked his cock while slowly lowering her pussy onto his cock. He let out a moan. She was so tight that it felt like he was penetrating virgin pussy. She started to ride him, her tits bouncing up and down in rhythm with her movements. “Take me harder, ohh yes” she screamed. He grabbed her slender hips and thrust into her, enjoying the sight of her tits swinging in his face. She started to moan really loudly. He pushed her down onto her back and started to fuck her, he was really horny after he came before.

She started to cum as he kept his strokes steady and pumped her tight pussy until she came all over his dick with a shriek of pleasure. After she climaxed she held him close to breast and they continued to fuck her in missionary position. She had the most beautiful tits he had ever seen, he was smitten with her. He continued thrusting into her and they started to kiss. After some time, he asked her change into piledriver position and continue to fuck her.

“Ohh yes, do me like that” she screamed. He fucked her like that for 6 minutes and then again changed the position to doggy style. Her round and firm ass was smacking at the base of the dick as he started to pound her vigorously. She started to moan uncontrollably. He grabbed her by the hips and rammed his cock into her over and over again.

“Fuck me harder, oh fuck yes!” she screamed. He could feel that she was close to cumming again. He started to thrust into her harder, she screamed really loudly as she came around his cock. She felt so good that he could barely hold back his own orgasm from exploding straight into her pussy. He said " I'am cumming " and exploded in her pussy. “Cum with me baby, fill my pussy please!” she moaned. She squealed in pleasure as his cock pulsed inside her. He collapsed next to her panting and she started to rub his cock while kissing him. She took out the cum from her pussy and started to suck her fingers slowly and swallowed it greedily. " As you satisfied my need, I will grant you a wish so, choose wisely." she said.

After thinking for a while he said" I want the power to make any woman I want to pleasure me." “The deal is done, now I’ll give you a magical bracelet, any time you feel like fucking any woman, wear it and the power will be yours.”

She gave him a bracelet, and said that "I am giving it to you on some conditions,

1. I need a virgin girl to be fucked in a gangbang in front of this place for new moon day every year.

2. She will have to be of fertile age.

3. And whenever you fuck any woman of your desire you need to ejaculate inside her and that also 5 times in a session. You should stop your if the woman says so.

4. Only you or your heirs can use this bracelet, if others get their hands on it they will able to fuck only once and will die there after.

"Come now the night is still young" as she placed her hand his cock and started to stroke it. He couldn’t resist her charm and agreed to it. And they fucked again in various positions for the whole night, she sucked him off 3 times more until he couldn't come more. He fainted, and woke up only after the sun has rose into the sky.

 

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Sneak Peek

She found a mirror, and started to undress, she saw what a beautiful woman she was. As she reached in the innerwear of her saree and looked at herself in the mirror, she suddenly felt aroused and grabbed her breasts with both hands as she started to touch herself.

It was when she heard a gasp from the store. She realized that the merchant was there and had watched her undressing and masturbating. The merchant's bracelet started to vibrate and she got more aroused, willingly she started to mastrubate harder and decided put on a show for him. "Ohh if I had known that you were gonna watch me, I would have given you a better view" she thought.

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Kindly suggest which actress to portray as Persian Courtesan. My thought is

Dimple Hayathi

Reply with your suggested Actress with sexy pics that might the character. the most upvoted actress will be featured as the Persian Courtesan

 

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Chapter 3 : Origins of Yakshinpur - Part 2

Confused he started his journey and reached his hometown Kalpi, and started to go about his routine works, few days went past and one fine day a royal convoy carrying the Persian courtesan of the king, halted near his shop. A dusky skinned beauty wearing revealing yet top class outfit that matches a king's courtesan came out of the cart.

A courtesan whose beauty is as captivating as her haughtiness is disdainful. She moves with a regal grace, her every step echoing the confidence born of years spent ensnaring the hearts of noblemen and kings alike. Her beauty is a weapon, sharp and intoxicating, with features sculpted by the hands of the divine. Dark, almond-shaped eyes, pools of molten gold, glint with a smug awareness of her own allure, framed by thick lashes that flutter with practiced coquetry. Her lips, painted the color of ripe pomegranates, curve into a smirk that speaks volumes of her self-assuredness. Adorned in silks that cling to her voluptuous curves, she exudes an aura of opulence and extravagance, her garments chosen not for modesty but to showcase her wealth and status. Jewels adorn every inch of her person, from the glittering tiara perched atop her lustrous mane of midnight-black hair to the delicate anklets that chime with each step she takes.

But beneath the surface beauty lies a heart as cold and selfish as the winter winds that sweep across the desert sands. She cares not for the desires or needs of others, viewing them as mere pawns to be manipulated for her own gain. Her arrogance knows no bounds, for she believes herself to be above all others, a queen among commoners.

Yet, for all her flaws, men still flock to her side, unable to resist the siren call of her beauty and charm. They shower her with gifts and praise, hoping to win even a fleeting moment of her attention. But she remains aloof, a distant star in the night sky, forever out of reach to all but the most determined suitor.

As she enters the saree shop, the air seems to hum with anticipation, for even the merchant recognize the allure of this exotic beauty. But instead of humility or curiosity, she carries herself with a disdainful air, her gaze sweeping over the wares with barely concealed contempt. Spotting a beggar huddled in a corner, his tattered clothes a stark contrast to her own finery, she sneers in disgust. "How dare you pollute this establishment with your filth?" she spits, her voice dripping with disdain. "Begone, you wretch, before you tarnish my presence with your foul stench." The beggar, cowering before her wrath, can only lower his gaze in shame, his meager existence no match for her cruel words. But she pays him no heed, for in her eyes, he is nothing but a lowly insect to be crushed beneath her heel.

“Good evening, how may I help you?” the merchant said. “I would like to see those beautiful sarees in the display” she replied in parsi, her maid translated it into local dialect. He asked what was her name and the Persian woman replied as Dimple Hayathi.

He gestured her towards the display and she headed inside. She looked at the displays and said " I would like to try that one " as she pointed towards a red-orange saree with flowery designs. The merchant helped her try it on and it fit her perfectly. She liked it and wanted to buy it. He helped her pick out some gold earrings to match the outfit, then took her to the cashier, she **censored** for the items and left the store. He thought to himself that he would never miss a chance to fuck her, suddenly he remembered Yakshini's bracelet. He wore it and wished that he like to fuck Dimple, but nothing happened. He got more confused and went about his job.

After she left the store and went towards the royal palace. She entered the palace and started to woo the king, him being a horny old man was easy prey for her pussy, she fucked him and he gave her money as a gift. She reached her chamber and waited for the guards to leave before she started to undress herself and looked at the mirror. "Ohh I look so good in that saree." Then somehow her thoughts revived about the merchant who watched her as she left the store, arouse her. Unbeknownst to her, she grabbed her saree and started to masturbate thinking about him, then she heard a knock at the door.

"Come in." she said

It was her favourite maid, Pooja Hegde,her whereabouts shrouded in mystery. Dimple told her to give the merchant some money as a token of appreciation for helping her with the dress. Her maid went back to the merchant's store and gave him some money.

The next day he was greeted by his customers and other people who visited the store and he did his work as usual. After an hour, a familiar face, Dimple Hayathi, walked in. He was shocked to see her and his heart skipped a beat. He greeted her and asked what she needed. She said " I want to buy a red coloured saree".

"I didn't have any at the store, but I can get one for you from another merchant" he said. He called a cart driver and asked him to get a saree for the courtesan and wait for her out side the store. She said that she would wait inside until the driver came with it, she looked around the store while he was away.

 

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She found a mirror, and started to undress, she saw what a beautiful woman she was. As she reached in the innerwear of her saree and looked at herself in the mirror, she suddenly felt aroused and grabbed her breasts with both hands as she started to touch herself.

It was when she heard a gasp from the store. She realized that the merchant was there and had watched her undressing and masturbating. The merchant's bracelet started to vibrate and she got more aroused, willingly she started to mastrubate harder and decided put on a show for him. "Ohh if I had known that you were gonna watch me, I would have given you a better view" she thought.

The man was in awe of her stunning body, her breasts were perky and her nipples were so erect, and the fact that she was masturbating for him got him really hard. He took out his cock and started to stroke it. She noticed that he was getting harder and decided to go further. She spread her legs apart and put on a show for him. The merchant couldn't believe his eyes, she started to touch herself as she stood in front of him. "I know you liked my nipples before, but I think you will enjoy this more." She said as she started to lick her fingers. As she did so, the merchant got really hard and started to stroke himself even harder.

She felt how wet she was, and she could smell the arousal from her own pussy. She slipped two fingers into her pussy and started to finger fuck herself while watching him stroking his cock. "Do you like that?" she gestured him. He nodded his head in approval, as he saw how much pleasure she was giving herself. He could barely hold back his load. Dimple continued to masturbate and soon she came with a loud moan. The sight of her cumming was too much for the merchant, and he blew his entire load all over her, it landed on her back and some on her expensive gold saree, she was shocked.

"Fuck" she said as she saw the liquid hit her. "I'm sorry" he said. "You can’t possibly be sorry, I am not able to stop myself from cumming from when I saw you" she said, with a smile. "Now focus to shoot the cum on my face" she said in parsi and kneeled down beside his limp dick. She opened her mouth wide as he put his cock in between her teeth and then started to blow him hard. She kissed near the head of his cock and started to suck the tip. After a few moments, she pulled back, leaving some precum on her face. The merchant was at loss of words. He pinched himself to check if it was a dream ?

"It is not, and I'm here to make you feel the pleasure of having a royal courtesan's mouth on your shaft. Now don't waste your precious cum" she said. She got back to sucking his cock again, until she felt that he was ready to explode. She wrapped her lips around his shaft and started to jerk him off, while sucking his balls. He could barely hold back his load. She took his dick out of her mouth and started to slap his dick on her face and sucked it again. She started to jerk him off really fast and he couldn't hold much longer.

He came hard on her face and she swallowed most of it, the rest of it was on her lips. She stood up and started to lick her lips, as she was doing so, she pushed his face down near her dripping wet pussy and made him lick it. He didn't need any more convincing, he started to eat her pussy while she was moaning in pleasure. As he stuck his tongue into her pussy, she started to moan really loud and came with his tongue in her pussy. He licked all her juices out and stood up, she kissed him on his lips while grabbing his dick.

"I am going to show you a real pleasure" she said as she kneeled guided his dick near her pussy opening. She started to ride him, and he watched her tits bouncing up and down, they looked so perfect, she moaned really loudly as she started to ride him. Her pussy tightened around his cock, and she came with her juices dripping all over his dick. The merchant couldn't hold back any longer and came in her tight pussy. They were breathing heavily, the bracelet vibrated again, the merchant understood that he had cummed only 3 times and have to cum 2 more times. He asked her "Are you ready to enter Kama's palace?".

She smiled and said "yes" and continued to ride him. After she was satisfied, she got up off his cock and got into a 69 position. She sucked his cock while he fingered her pussy, then she came again as he kept his strokes steady. She pushed him down onto the ground and started to fuck him in cowgirl, her pussy was so tight that it felt like he was penetrating virgin pussy. She moaned louder as he thrust into her over and over again. She squealed in pleasure as he came inside her pussy. She went one more round and then they both collapsed, exhausted. She took out his cum from her pussy and swallowed it greedily. Suddenly they heard the cart driver return and quickly put on their clothes. The saree requested by Dimple has arrived. She **censored** the merchant handsomely.

"Thank you merchant, you are the best, I need your help to buy a saree for my maid Pooja. Maybe she's lucky enough to get your service" she said, as she winked at him. She waved goodbye and left the shop. The merchant felt a great sense of satisfaction after having sex with one of king's favorite courtesan, he went about his work happily. Thought that he forgot to charge Dimple's wish and didn’t know when she will come back for another round.

Many days later, Dimple's maid, Pooja, came to the store and he recognized her as of royal lineage by her face. She asked him for a saree and he helped her buy one. "I want you to make Dimple as your sex slave" were the words she whispered in his ear as she was leaving. "Who is she? Why such a beauty, overflowing with royal looks working as maid? Why did she ask him to make Dimple his sex slave?" . These questions kept ringing in the ears of the merchant.

 

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Chapter 4 : The Wedge.

As the first light of dawn crept through the window, casting long shadows across the room, he knew that their ordeal was far from over. He stopped narrating the story and thought that together, they would face whatever trials lay ahead, bound by a fragile alliance forged in the crucible of adversity. As the morning sun began to paint the sky with hues of orange and gold, Bala could sense the tension in the air gradually easing. Priyanka, though still wary, seemed to relax marginally, her shoulders losing some of their rigidness.

Bala prepared a simple breakfast, offering Priyanka a small gesture of hospitality amidst the turmoil of their circumstances. As they sat together at the table, sharing a meagre meal. In that moment, he realized that despite the vast differences between them, they shared a common bond forged by adversity. And as they sat together in the quietude of his home, Bala couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps, in Priyanka, he had found an unexpected ally. And as they sat together in the quietude of his home, Bala couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps, in Priyanka, he had found an unexpected ally. After having the meal Priyanka was about to leave, but didn't know the way back to Rashmika's home.

Bala watched as Priyanka stood up from the table, a hint of uncertainty clouding her expression. Sensing her hesitation, he spoke gently, "Would you like me to walk you back to Rashmika's home? It's not far, but I understand if you're not familiar with the area." Priyanka's eyes softened, gratitude flickering in their depths. "That would be appreciated," she replied softly, a hint of relief evident in her voice.

Bala nodded, rising from his seat and gesturing for Priyanka to follow him. Stepping out into the crisp morning air, they began their journey through the quiet streets, the only sound the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. As they walked, Bala found himself struck by the unexpected companionship he felt with Priyanka. Despite their initial differences and the uncertain circumstances that had brought them together, there was a sense of camaraderie between them that he hadn't anticipated.

Arriving at Rashmika's home, Bala paused, turning to face Priyanka with a small smile. "Thank you for sharing breakfast with me," he said sincerely. "And for allowing me to accompany you back. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask." Priyanka returned his smile, her gaze warm with appreciation. "Thank you, Bala," she replied softly. "I'll remember that." With a final nod, they bid each other farewell, parting ways with a newfound understanding and a sense of connection that defied the boundaries of their differences.

As Priyanka entered Rashmika's home, she found her friend pacing anxiously in the living room, her brow furrowed with worry. Rashmika's eyes widened in relief when she saw Priyanka, and she rushed forward to embrace her. "Priyanka, where have you been? I was so worried!" Rashmika exclaimed, her voice tinged with concern.

Priyanka gently pulled away from the embrace, her expression somber. "I'm sorry, Rashmika. It's a long story," she began, her voice steady as she recounted the events of the previous night. As Priyanka spoke, Rashmika's eyes widened in disbelief, her hands trembling slightly as she listened to the tale of the mysterious ritual, the abandoned bungalow, and the enigmatic figure of Bala. She gasped in shock as Priyanka described being dragged away and finding refuge in Bala's home.

Priyanka looked at Rashmika with a mixture of concern and frustration. "No, Rashmika, I wasn't dreaming. I saw everything with my own eyes," she insisted, her voice unwavering. Rashmika shook her head, her expression troubled. "But Priyanka, Ananya wouldn't do something like that. She's always been a devout follower of our village's traditions. And besides, she's a virgin. It doesn't make sense for her to be involved in such rituals," Rashmika reasoned, her voice tinged with doubt.

Priyanka sighed, understanding her friend's reluctance to accept the truth. "I know it's hard to believe, Rashmika. But I saw Ananya with my own eyes, participating in that ritual," she said firmly.

Rashmika's brow furrowed in concern. "Regardless, Priyanka, I think it's best if you stay out of this. It's not safe to get involved in the village's affairs, especially if they're as dark and mysterious as you say," she cautioned, her tone earnest. As Priyanka and Rashmika delved deeper into their conversation, the tension between them became palpable. What started as a friendly exchange of differing viewpoints soon escalated into a full-blown argument, with Rashmika staunchly defending the village's traditions, despite not fully understanding them. "Priyanka, I can't believe you're questioning our village's rituals," Rashmika exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration. "These customs have been passed down for generations. They're part of who we are."

Priyanka sighed, trying to reason with her friend. "But Rashmika, do you even know what these rituals entail? We can't just blindly follow traditions without understanding their significance or implications."

Rashmika bristled at the suggestion, her loyalty to her village unwavering. "Of course, I know what they entail! They're sacred practices that have kept our community together for centuries. We can't just abandon them because you think they're outdated." Priyanka shook her head, feeling increasingly exasperated. "But what if some of these rituals are harmful or discriminatory? Shouldn't we question them and strive for progress?" Rashmika's eyes flashed with indignation. "Progress? What do you know about progress, Priyanka? You're just an outsider who thinks she knows what's best for us. But you don't understand the importance of our traditions."

The argument continued to escalate, with Rashmika vehemently defending the village's customs and Priyanka growing frustrated by her friend's stubbornness. Despite their bond, it seemed like they were at an impasse, unable to bridge the gap between their differing beliefs.

In the heat of the moment, Priyanka made a decision. "I'm sorry, Rashmika. I can't continue this argument. But I won't stop questioning the world around me, even if it means challenging traditions that don't make sense."

With those words, she turned and walked away, leaving Rashmika to ponder their disagreement. And as she disappeared into the distance, Priyanka couldn't shake the feeling that their friendship had been strained by their differing beliefs.

 

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As Priyanka stepped out of Rashmika's house, she was greeted by a sense of unease that hung heavy in the air. The morning sun struggled to pierce through the thick canopy of trees, casting eerie shadows across the village streets. The distant sound of hurried footsteps and hushed whispers filled her ears, drawing her attention towards the direction of Predha Pathar.

Curious, Priyanka followed the commotion, weaving through the maze of narrow lanes and bustling markets. As she approached the outskirts of the village, the crowd grew denser, their voices rising in a crescendo of fear and speculation."What happened?" Priyanka asked, pressing her way through the throng of villagers.

A woman turned to her, her face pale with dread. "They found a beheaded body near Predha Pathar," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It's the work of Kameshwari Yakshini, I tell you!"

Priyanka's heart sank as she heard the superstitious murmurs rippling through the crowd. She knew the truth behind the gruesome discovery, but revealing it would only invite scorn and disbelief. Pushing through the crowd, Priyanka finally reached the edge of Predha Pathar. There, amidst the rocky terrain and twisted roots of ancient trees, lay the lifeless body of a man, his head severed from his body.

As the village head Nayanthara approached the scene, a hushed silence fell over the crowd, punctuated only by the soft murmur of the wind rustling through the trees. Villagers bowed their heads in reverence and fear as Nayanthara passed, her presence commanding respect and awe.Priyanka watched from the edge of the crowd, her gaze scanning the faces gathered around Nayanthara.

Nayanthara, regal and imposing, surveyed the scene before her with a keen eye. Her gaze lingered on the lifeless body of the young man, her expression inscrutable as she took in the grim sight. After a moment, she turned to address the gathered villagers, her voice resonating with authority. " The man didn't appease to the rules of the village and became victim to the wrath of Yakshini. He abused his wife against her wishes which is unacceptable according to our traditions and also haven't placed the jasmine garland in front of home yesterday which was a new moon day. His death may be an example to all who tends to be in-adherent to our village traditions."

As the villagers gathered around Nayanthara, Priyanka's eyes locked onto Bala's, a silent understanding passing between them amidst the somber atmosphere. With a subtle nod, Bala motioned for Priyanka to join him on the outskirts of the crowd, away from the prying ears of the villagers. Once they were out of earshot, Priyanka took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "Bala, we need to talk," she began, her tone serious yet tinged with urgency. "I saw what happened last night, at the ritual site. And I know you saw it too."

His expression remained impassive, but there was a flicker of acknowledgment in his eyes. "Yes, I saw," he admitted quietly, his voice barely audible over the murmur of the crowd. "But we must tread carefully. These are dangerous waters we're wading into." Priyanka nodded, her gaze unwavering. "I understand," she replied, her voice firm. "But we can't just stand by and do nothing. An innocent man is dead, and the villagers are living in fear. We need to uncover the truth, no matter the cost."

Bala sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly under the weight of their shared burden. "I know," he murmured, his voice heavy with resignation. "But we must proceed with caution. We don't know who we can trust, and one wrong move could put us all in danger."Priyanka nodded in agreement, her mind already racing with plans and strategies. "I won't let fear hold me back," she declared, her voice tinged with determination. "We'll find out what's really going on here, together." He offered her a small, appreciative smile, a silent acknowledgment of their shared resolve. "Together," he echoed, his voice steady despite the uncertainty that lay ahead.

With a shared nod, Priyanka and Bala turned their attention back to the unfolding scene before them, their minds already focused on the task at hand. And as they stood side by side amidst the murmuring crowd, a silent understanding passed between them, forged in the crucible of their shared knowledge and determination to uncover the truth.

Realizing she hadn't yet made her request, Priyanka cleared her throat and turned back to Bala. "Bala, before we do anything else, can you please continue your story from where you left off? I need to know what you were going to tell me about the what happened between Dimple and the merchant and what was the plan of Pooja ?

As Priyanka leaned in, eager to hear more from Bala, he raised a hand, stopping her mid-sentence. "Hold your horses, Priyanka," he said, his voice low but firm. "Before we delve any further into this, we need to gather more information. Specifically, about Nayanthara."

As Bala suggested inquiring about Nayanthara, Priyanka's mind flashed back to the eerie ritual she had witnessed the previous night. She remembered seeing Nayanthara's imposing figure overseeing the proceedings, her presence commanding both respect and fear from the villagers. With a solemn nod, Priyanka turned to Bala, her eyes reflecting determination. "You're right, Bala. Nayanthara may hold the answers we seek," Priyanka agreed, her voice firm despite the lingering sense of apprehension. "I saw her there last night, amidst the ritual. She seemed... different somehow, as if she held a deeper understanding of what was happening."

Bala's gaze met hers, his expression grave. "We must tread carefully, Priyanka," he warned, his voice tinged with concern. "Nayanthara is a formidable figure in this village, and delving into matters that concern her may attract unwanted attention." Priyanka nodded, acknowledging the gravity of Bala's words. "I understand," she replied, her resolve unwavering. "But we can't ignore the truth, Bala. Whatever secrets Nayanthara is hiding, we need to uncover them—for the sake of this village and its people."

With a shared understanding and a shared sense of purpose, Priyanka and Bala set off towards Nayanthara's mansion, their footsteps resolute as they embarked on a journey that would test their courage and their convictions. And as they walked, the weight of the village's secrets hung heavy in the air, a silent reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath the surface of Yakshinpur.