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Rogan was the next to come. But before he reached ejaculation he pulled out of the princess's cunt and impaled his sister's drenched cunt. She held his face in her hands and entwined her tongue with his. A couple of vigorous thrusts and he exploded with a deep seated incestuous growl. But he was not done yet. He kept thrusting into his sister, while she sensuously stroked his body with her hands and his tongue with hers. In no time his penis was rock hard again. He removed it from her clasping cunt and anointed it with perfumed oil that he had brought with him.

Next he worked the oil into and around her anus liberally smearing the area. Then without much ado he shafted her bung hole. This elicited an involuntary 'oh' from Aditi and then as she grew used to his full blooded thrusts began spitting at him and yelling out choice expletives. This spectacle had made Rahim hard and raring to go. He in turn rubbed profuse amounts of the perfumed oil on his cock and moving Rogan out of the way went up his wife's dark hole.

Rogan was not going to let his penis just hang in thin air. No indeed. He applied oil to Rahim's exposed ass hole and then quickly thrust his cock in. This sudden and brutal assault made Rahim yell out in pain and paralyzed his own cock. But in an instant pain became pleasure and soon two cocks were vigorously being thrust into two very accepting ass holes.

The sight of this communal buggery was too exciting for the princess and she moved her naked body astride Aditi's face who lovingly drooled all over her pink gash.

Rogan was the first to come. He pulled Rahim off Aditi and pushed him face down on the bed. He sat on him and lovingly caressed his pink buttocks while continuing his brutal assault. With a loud and prolonged roar he came up Rahim's ass hole.

He was not allowed to rest. Rahim had not yet come and his enormous cock was hard as stone. He pushed Rogan off him and onto his back. He then stood up and pulled him to the edge of the bed, pushed his legs back and exposed his anus. Quickly some oil was smeared on anus and cock and then up Rogan's alley went the enormous cock.

This was too much for Rogan to handle and he began howling like an injured dog. His sister hastily shut him up with a slap and then muffled him with her hands, "Shut up you clown. Stop behaving like a foolish virgin. You will have the Princess's guard breaking down the doors. You have taken this cock too many times to be yelping like this." She then moved down and engulfed his penis with her mouth and began working on the poor shrunken thing. Instantly his yelping was reduced to satisfied grunts and she took her hands away from his mouth. In a few more thrusts Rahim was done and flooded Rogan's rectum with his spunk.

All in all, a wonderful menagerie of perverts!

But back to Mahmud.

As he moved through the mountains, a little hullabaloo was taking place in the kingdom of Bhatner in the plains of Hindustan. A tiger had snatched an infant in the southern reaches of the kingdom. The hapless mother had put the sleepy infant in a hammock while she worked in the fields sowing wheat. A cry and a growl had made her turn around anxiously only to see the tiger disappear into the jungle with the baby.

When word of this reached Bhatner fort, the king's abode, he as the protector of his people, felt duty bound to hunt down this marauding creature. A royal hunt was organized and the king rode out on Bajrang, his favorite steed. It took a day for the royal party to reach that part of the jungle where the tiger had last been seen. It took another day for the royal elephant, Bijli, to reach them and then the hunt started in real earnest.

The king seated high on his lavishly decorated elephant moved into the jungle at the beast's naturally leisurely pace. In front of him went the beaters. They would beat loudly on drums to scare animals out of hiding from under bushes or the thick undergrowth. The jungle was teeming with game which scuttled out in droves. But the king and his people were strict vegetarians. Taking life unnecessarily was a punishable offence. So nothing was killed and the relentless hunt continued for the tiger.

Suddenly the tiger was sighted. It was lying on the ground in thick grass growling and snarling but unable to move. The reason why it turned into a man-eater was now obvious - its left hind paw had been injured at some stage and was now heavily infected. The tiger was put out of its misery with a salvo of royal arrows and its carcass left for the scavengers of the jungle to feed on.

It was on the trail home that tragedy struck.

The king was dozing in the afternoon heat on Bajrang, when a partridge suddenly took flight across the royal path. The startled royal horse reared up in surprise unseating the dozing king who fell off the horse onto the upright spear of a guard walking beside him. The spear entered his side and it was quickly apparent that the king was gravely injured. He was rushed back to Bhatner fort for the royal physician's ministrations. This consisted of the chanting of mantras and the brewing of numerous herbal concoctions which were either imbibed by the royal patient or placed in his wound.

It soon became obvious that the king was going to die. While arrangements were being made for the royal pyre the queen was being prepared for sati. She was young and had been married to the king for just a few years. No matter. Hindu tradition demanded that a widow end her life by immolating herself on her husband's pyre. And royalty had to set an example.

But back to Mahmud.

While all this was going on he and his men had reached the border of Bhatner and were preparing to invade it. Even as the king breathed his last, Mahmud and his soldiers gathered for a swift strike.

The lack of resistance was amazing even by Hindustani standards. People just gaped at the soldiers as they advanced on the fort. It was at the gates that there was some semblance of resistance – the guards refused to open the gates. Two charging horsemen made them quickly change their minds and they flung the gates open and fled.

The young king had been very well liked and his sudden demise had left his people numb and utterly lacking the will to resist. All this meant just one thing to the ever practical Mahmud. He could raid this kingdom without the fear of losing any of his men. And by the grace of God this kingdom looked really rich!

In a leisurely stroll through the fort he found the treasury. As he suspected it was filled to the rafters with good stuff. Immediately, men were detailed to both take inventory and start packing the stuff to take home. He trusted nobody and so had a lot of men involved with everyone watching everyone else.

Next he stumbled upon the female section of the fort. His men had secured the entrance without venturing inside. They knew the ways of their Sultan well!

He pushed open the doors and wandered in. There was the usual assortment of female attendants now huddled together in fearful congress. He spied an ornately carved wooden door that he suspected led to the queen's chambers. Curiosity made him push it open and enter.

In an inner large room he found the queen. She was crouched by the side of a bed on which lay a sleeping child. She was draped in a widow's white sari the free end of which completely covered her face. In an exposed fair hand she held a large metal vessel.

"If you come any closer I will kill myself with this poison." Her voice was throaty yet with a light trill and with a velvety something in it that made Mahmud think of the purring of a cat.

"Stop right there," said that throaty voice. Mahmud stopped right there.

"That is a lot of poison, your highness," said Mahmud with a hint of laughter in his voice, "can it be that the royal poison maker mistook her highness for an elephant."

Queen Deepika drew herself to her full height and said disdainfully in that incredibly sexy voice, "Do not mock us, you savage."

Mahmud of Ghazni drew in a sharp breath, found his tongue sticking to the roof of his suddenly dry mouth and felt a stirring in his loins. The queen was tall, the top of her head almost up to his eye level, and he was a full head taller than most of his men. Even her baggily draped sari could not effectively hide a perfectly proportioned figure. She had kept her face hidden in the hooded end of her sari. Like any virtuous Hindu woman she would rather show a stranger her bottom than her face. In fact virtuous women were more likely to let you fuck their bottoms than show their faces. His penis enlarged as he remembered the number of perfect and naked bottoms he had fucked – ass or cunt or both, with the face never seen. His penis began rising. Mahmud, he said to himself do away with that thought. Stay in the present.

"Please your highness," he said with a voice suddenly dry and raspy, "I have no intention of mocking you. Forgive this unworthy one and allow him to explain himself. I do not want to harm you or your child. You may call me a savage but as god is my witness I have never forced myself on any woman."

At that precise moment the sleeping child made a sudden movement and let out a cry that made the queen jerk around to make sure all was well. The child carried on sleeping with an abandon only known to the very young. However, on jerking around the queen lost her grip on the hood of her sari. Down came the never to be dropped veil.

Just for an instant, before she regained her hold on the sari, her face was uncovered. That instant for him was like an eternity. He had just beheld the most beautiful face that had ever been his good fortune to behold.

And he had beheld quite a few.

Fair complexion, rich brown hair, chiseled features, generous mouth, almond shaped grey green eyes. God! Thought Mahmud, she is what the Hindus call an Apsara – those heavenly maidens whose beauty enslaves devoted Rishis and even gods

Said this vision of beauty from behind her now restored veil, "We have heard that you and your men have done unspeakable things to the people whose land you usurped."

"Your highness," said Mahmud in a feigned shocked tone, "who told you these lies! Sure we use force to subjugate people to our will. But never more than what is absolutely necessary. And my men never rape or pillage." Absolute nonsense of course because even if Mahmud himself had never raped a woman there was no way he could prevent his men from doing so. And he was smart enough to not even try. But the wily guy was only trying to keep the conversation going. He already had visions of this ethereal beauty bouncing on his prong and was busy figuring out how to get her there.

Said the queen, "If I have been told lies then you tell me the truth."

The truth, only God knows the truth, thought Mahmud, "My people are good and hard working. But by God's will they have been given land on which very little grows. So every now and then I need to make these expeditions to feed my people."

An erect cock has no conscience, absolutely none. And Mahmud's was as erect as a minaret. Her voice, her figure, her face had engorged it to unbelievable proportions. It made him say things with only one aim in mind – put me between those divine thighs.

"Really?" This really was news to the queen. Feeding his poor people had never been bandied about as a reason for Mahmud's raids.

"How do I know that you tell me the truth? You are denying that your men rape and pillage. And now you tell me that you do not rob us to make you wealthy but only to feed your people!"

"Your supreme majesty," said Mahmud, "I will prove to you that my men do not rape or pillage. My men and I will withdraw from the fort completely. We will stay in tents that we shall pitch at the foot of the little hill on which your fort stands. We will allow free access both to and from the palace. Of course all movement will be closely watched and guards will be posted. If you hear of any misdeeds committed by my men I will withdraw from your kingdom and leave you in peace. However, at the end of seven days if nothing is reported to you, then you will pay me tribute from the royal treasury. The exact amount in gold, silver and precious stones will be what my tax collectors calculate it to be."

Why seven days he was not sure. Except that it would give his men enough time to assess the wealth in the royal treasury, and in the rest of the kingdom – in the temples and houses of the rich. And for him to finalize which kingdom he would annex next.

"This is silly; you already have access to the treasury. You are free to do as you please. Our kingdom is defeated and without a king."

"But I have no other way of showing you my truthfulness. I am not the greedy thief you think I am. I will not touch the treasury till the seven days are up and you are satisfied that I speak the truth. Please accept my offer."

Exasperated the queen said, "Why do you make this offer? This kingdom is yours to do with as you please."

"Because quite simply dear lady you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever had the good fortune to meet." Truthfully and sincerely and with an unbearably erect cock.

This so shocked the queen that she let the end of her sari fall as she turned around with her face uncovered and looked at him in horror.

"I am a widow. How dare you talk to me in this fashion? Don't you know that with the death of my husband my life is forfeit?"

Absolutely the wrong thing to have done. Her naked face, her throaty voice, her perfect figure inflamed his passion so much that it took all his control to stop Mahmud from clasping her to his breast and making passionate love to her right there and then. Actually fuck her to kingdom come was more in line with his thinking. He was a practical man after all; not given to flights of fancy. Just hard old fashioned raging fucking that is what he wanted. Just to fuck this wonderful creature – fuck her cunt, fuck her face, and fuck her ass.

But all in good time. For now -

"I am a muslim but am not a zealot and I respect the traditions of other religions. I fight and conquer for economic reasons not to convert the conquered to Islam. However, I do find this Hindu practice abhorrent especially when it means that the nectar of life from a delicate flower like you will be fuel for the fire of tradition," said Mahmud waxing lyrical with his sublimated passion.

"No your highness I can not countenance that. I will allow the priests to cremate your husband and I will let the people mourn him but I will not allow you to kill yourself."

"And how exactly will you stop me," said the queen raising the large chalice of poison to her lips.

"Will you really leave your child motherless in this cruel world?"

Defeated, her shoulders drooped and she stifled a sob as her gaze fell on the still sleeping child. He had guessed correctly; this woman had more mother in her than your average woman. Again that impulse to clasp and fuck raced wildly through his brain.

"Mahmud," he said to himself, "get out of here right now. This is not the time. The time will come later if god wills it."

Aloud he said, "I see god has given you wisdom. I will leave now for I can see that you will not disappoint Him. I will take this poison with me."

Outside the door he turned to one of his men and said, "Bring the Hakim here." And when the Hakim appeared he was ordered to go through the queen's chambers to search for poisons. Meanwhile his soldiers removed all weapons with which she could do herself any harm.

Mahmud was a practical man.

For the next seven days he did what he said he would do. He retreated from the fort and camped outside. But everyday he presented himself at the palace and waited till the queen gave him an audience. And then he worked on her. He understood perfectly that you just cannot fuck women. You got to be able to make them want to get fucked.

He placed himself out of sight. But he knew the power in his voice or in fact the power in anyone's voice for that matter. Anyone that is who knew how to use tone, inflection and the meaning of words; anyone who spoke with an erect cock with only one aim in mind. And Mahmud was a past master, an artiste. Gradually and subtly he broke through her suspicions, her primordial ideas , and her inherent shyness till he was able to engage her in effortless conversation. His task was made easier by the fact that she was intelligent and quick on the uptake.

Meanwhile he issued an order that if any of his men raped a local woman he would be beheaded. If there was even a suspicion of wrongdoing - off comes the head. Such was the power of Mahmud's personality that not a single soldier dared disobey him.

When the seven days were up, Mahmud moved back into the fort. He was fed up with the Spartan tent life by then and ready for some hedonistic pleasure. And there was so much and no more discipline that his men could take. And this seduction was going to take longer. Both the queen and he had forgotten about his extracting tribute from the royal treasury. He, because of his seething lust and she because of her raging confusion.

He moved into rooms far away from the Queen's quarters. He was going to be patient and play it like an expert. And his men were going to sack this kingdom like experts in the meantime.

Everyday he sent her flowers and flowery letters that he **censored** one of her maids (the only one who could read and write) to read to her. Numerous poets had penned this collection of his and he had used it to good effect before. An erect cock has no conscience but just one aim – penetration. He was not just going to fuck her he was going to ass fuck her! With every passing day his fantasies grew more and more. If you do not masturbate like every other frustrated red blooded male then what do you expect?!

And he sent her perfumes and other items of toiletry and bits of jewelry that he had collected in his marauding.

She sent back everything and he kept sending her more of everything.

Finally she got fed up.

"Why do you do this?" said she exasperated. "I am a widow, my life is forfeit. It ended when my husband died. And you treat me like a lover. You send **censored** gifts. Gifts that I cannot accept. You are an uncouth man. You eat the flesh of animals. You cannot understand the greatness – I may die a widow in this life but in my next I will be rewarded because I adhered to the tenets. Please let me die and fulfill my destiny."

Aha, thought Mahmud maybe we are finally there.

"Your highness, for too long have I waited. I must now tell you quite plainly what my feelings are. You are like a heavenly being to me. I am worthy of kissing only the ground you walk on."

Mahmud fell to the floor and began animatedly kissing it with unbridled passion. The floor was dusty and tasted awful but he stuck to his task with fervor only out and out lust could engender.

The queen was so embarrassed by this degrading spectacle that she moved forward with arms extended as if to lift him bodily off the floor. Whereupon the lusty rascal seized her hands and began kissing them with unbridled passion. Long tapered fingers delicately poised just waiting to be kissed. She should have taken her hands away immediately. But for some reason that she could not effectively explain she let them lie there clasped in Mahmud's gnarly hands.

He kissed his way up her forearms, her soft and giving arms, to those perfect shoulders and then he was face to face with the most gorgeous creature he had ever set eyes on, his Persian princess included. Even Mahmud the seasoned fornicator was momentarily stunned by this vision of beauty.

For her part the queen continued to be completely confused. She may have been intelligent but was very young and naïve about men. Her husband had been her only lover and he had been as inexperienced and as inhibited as her. Their lovemaking had been hurried and clumsy and each session ended the moment he had expended himself. She was just not used to so much attention and so much fuss being made about her. And then there was this unmentionable feeling that she felt when she heard Mahmud's voice or saw his face; even a beard could not effectively hide a strong jaw and resolute manly features. She felt a trembling in her knees that she could not successfully control being held by this big and powerfully built man.

Mahmud looked at that innocent face with its befuddled expression and he knew he had his prey. Maybe prey was not the right term. Unless sticking a hard piece of flesh into a warm receiving piece of flesh was hunting.

He softly encircled her with his hands and then pressed his lips against hers. She suddenly came alive and struggled to get away. He held her firmly with his brawny arms and moved one hand to the back of her head to keep her face still while he again pressed his lips to hers. For a short while he felt resistance and then like a deer resigned to its fate it melted away and he became conscious of her lips quivering against his and then actually moving against his!

Gently he moved down. Kissing softly her cheeks, then neck and then the tops of her covered breasts. One of his hands held the back of her neck firmly while the other traveled down her back to her perfect taut buttocks softly squeezing each. By God, they were magnificent. She was tall but not large and this was reflected in her behind and in her breasts when he finally got them uncovered. Those breasts were just bigger than his fully opened hand, with large and long pink nipples that sprang erect and hard when his fingers played with them. He brought his lips to those nipples and teased them with his tongue, first one and then the other.

For her part the queen was now not even remotely opposing what he was doing. She was lost in a haze of excitement. Sexually aroused, perhaps more than she had ever been before in her life, she was actually sighing and gasping and moving against his hands, one of which was now cupping her cunt and rubbing her covered vaginal lips.

Boldly, he slipped his hand under the tied up end of her sari and underclothes to feel her luxuriant pubic hair and her now moist cuntal opening. Gently, he inserted a finger into the ridged interior and she gasped even more. He found her mouth with his and stuck his tongue down her throat. She responded by instinctively sucking on his tongue and this so inflamed him that he jammed two fingers into her now widely accepting cunt and began sawing them in and out. Gone was the gentleness, he was now shamelessly fucking her with his fingers and she was brazenly responding by flinging herself on those marauding fingers.

Then with a stifled cry and a gasp she came. For the first time ever she had an orgasm. She almost passed out with the intensity of the experience. Incredible; Mahmud's fingers had achieved what her dead husband's penis never had.

Mahmud let her climb off her orgasmic heights. Then he gently laid her on her bed and proceeded to slowly disrobe her.

The lecherous lothario enjoyed every bit of what was gradually revealed - smooth white undulating skin, perky perfect breasts with those mile long huge nipples, an inny belly button rising and falling sexily with her excited breathing on a flat abdomen, curvy waist that he could completely encircle with his hands. Then as he peeled her sari off – the cunt that he had fingered to orgasm, creamy thighs that tapered to dappled knees that flowed into full calves and sculptured feet with long resolute toes.

He just had to do the obvious. He had learnt the pleasures of oral sex from Devdasis on his previous forays and here was someone who deserved every bit of what he had to offer.

He parted those perfect thighs and placed his face between them. He inhaled the fresh scent of this aroused gorgeous woman. Then he stuck his tongue out and tasted her vaginal lips. The contact made her realize what was happening and overcome with disgust – how could anyone put their mouth there – she flapped about and tried to disengage herself. Mahmud was having none of this. He held her wonderful thighs firmly while escalating the assault on her vagina. He licked up to her clitoris and found that it was turgid with arousal and obviously every little bit of it was sensitive as all get out because she was moaning and groaning and writhing, and in no time at all, as he continued his lingual assault she shuddered to another orgasm.

All the times she had been fucked by her husband had been exciting. But it seemed now that they were just dry runs that never quite reached the take off point, beyond which lay this incredible feeling of wholeness, of being satisfied in every fiber of her being, of lights popping and thunder like explosions going off in her head.

 

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As she lay and watched through hazy eyes, Mahmud began undressing. Off came the long loose cotton shirt and then down went the draw string trousers and out popped his cock. She gasped audibly as it sprang into view, huge and proudly erect. She had never really seen an erect cock before. Just glimpses of her husband's before he entered her and sheathed it in her cunt. Most of their fucking had been at night, clumsy and hurried. This erect cock before her made her stomach muscles tighten in excitement and her cunt moist and ready.

He moved between her thighs and gently entered her. Another gasp from her. Much bigger than the only cock she had known. Slowly he worked it in till finally he was in to his balls. He stopped and savored the moment. It had been hard work but definitely worth it. He looked down at her beautiful face now wreathed in wonderment and lust and then to the sight of his prong sheathed in warmth and wetness. He felt the pleasure he always felt at the completion of a conquest. This was what it was all about. Kingdoms or women; there was no substitute for this feeling of accomplishment that the immediate aftermath of conquest engendered. This feeling was what gave true meaning to his life.

He began moving inside her. Very quickly up to ramming speed and then with a gasp he came. Deprivation of sex had taken its toll on his ability to last.

To her astonishment he remained hard and in her cunt, and then began thrusting again, even as their combined secretions ran out of her cunt and down her thighs and buttocks on to the bed sheet. This time he lasted a long time. She found herself parting her thighs completely and raising her buttocks to help his prick reach further inside her cunt. She placed her spread feet on his back where they beat on him in time to his lunging. Again she found herself climbing the rainbow and then with a cry she came. Shortly after that he flooded her cunt with a second load.

He stayed on top of her with his softening cock still in her vagina. He bruised her lips with his teeth, and then suckled on her breasts pulling on her nipples with strength and urgency her baby had never displayed. It stimulated her and she found to her astonishment it made his cock hard once again.

He pulled out his cock with a pop that brought a sigh of disappointment from her. He crawled up her body and held his prick to her mouth.

"Suck this. Open your mouth my queen and suck this hose. Take Mahmud to heaven."

He could not be serious she thought. Suck it?! Ugh! No way!

He held her head firmly and she found her lips parting and her mouth engulfing the head of his prick. Of its own volition her tongue began licking the underside of his penis as more and more of the shaft penetrated her oral cavity. Down her throat it went and all she did was suck and lick till his pubic hair caressed her lips. The repugnance she felt at smelling and tasting their combined intimate secretions had disappeared, replaced by this overwhelming desire to suck the very life out of his prick.

He looked down at her. My God, he thought, she was a natural. This was a woman made for fucking.

He got up on his knees and began fucking her face. She found herself accepting the violation with pleasure and moving her tongue on the underside of his cock as encouragement.

Her hands found his balls and her fingers began massaging them. This was too much even for a seasoned fucker like Mahmud and he came furiously in her mouth. He held her face as his cock exploded. She swallowed quickly but was just not experienced enough to handle all he had to offer. Stuff trickled out of the corners of her mouth and down her face. Her fingers collected the run off and as his shrinking cock left her mouth she replaced it with her fingers and licked them clean.

With a twinkle in her eyes she reached for his penis, "Where do you think you are going with that?"

Her hand gently stroked it to semi hardness and then she wrapped her lips around it and sucked it back to powerful rigidity.

He looked in wonder as this beautiful creature, this personification of the ideal in a woman, sucked on his cock with the wantonness of a slut. He had worked hard to get to fuck her. Very hard. But never in his wildest dreams had he anticipated this result. He had been smitten by her absolute beauty cand the outcome he had looked for was to shaft this perfect being. Her beauty had been a goal in itself. He had not looked beyond that. But now as he realized that he had somehow unleashed a lusty tigress his thoughts returned to their usual level of depravity – he was going to ass fuck her. Oh yes he was going to bugger this beauty. He had thoughts of ass fucking her before but those were just the random musings of a sex starved fellow. Never a course of action he had thought possible. But now he saw it as the next course. Make her submit to him, ride her ass, watch as his prong pierced her rectum and her ravaged face begged for release.

Quickly, he removed his prick from her mouth even as her expression said "why?" He turned her on her side and then slid down to place his mouth on her anus. He parted those magnificent buttocks and gazed in awe at the rose bud. But only for a moment before he attacked it with his tongue.

"Yeech," she thought," What is he doing? That is so dirty." And she tried to move away.

Mahmud was single minded in his purpose. He was going to bugger this woman, this vision of perfection, come what may. His sturdy hands firmly held her hips in place as his lingual assault became more intense.

When she found she could not move away she just lay there and suffered the utter degeneracy of his assault. He lifted her thighs and moving his body placed himself between them, wrapping her legs around him as he licked her shit chute. Imperceptibly but surely she began to get aroused by the incessant banging of his tongue against her anus. Gradually she relaxed and her legs moved against his torso as her lust rose. Mahmud pushed his tongue past her anal ring into her rectum. He held it there even as she voluntarily squeezed her anal muscles shut. But there was no way of expelling the offending tongue. Then he began grinding it in and out till she got used to the strange sensation of having something shoved up a passage that normally shoves out stuff.

Then he spat on his fingers and took out his tongue and replaced it with a spit slick finger. He spat some more and before she could react another finger went up her rectum. Both fingers began sawing in and out.

Even as she enjoyed the assault she thought, "What is going on?" "What is the purpose of all this?"

And then in a terrifying instant she suddenly knew. "Oh no," she yelled," No, no, it will kill me," and in a frenzied motion freed herself from his fingers and flung herself out of his reach.

Mahmud reacted quickly and wrestled with her on the bed firmly holding her in place with his body atop hers. He regretted using force on this exquisite woman. But he knew she would enjoy it if only he could take her there. Besides which he now had an unbearably erect cock and a mind fixated on anal action. Even as his weight held her on her side, he began softly kissing her hair, her ear, her cheek and she responded by turning her face, her lips. Gradually she relaxed and he let her move onto her back under him. Looking down at her he saw the lust and the want in her eyes. To assuage it he took his erect cock and placed it on her cunt. She parted her thighs and holding his buttocks smoothly impaled herself on his turgid organ. Slowly and rhythmically he fucked her, raising himself up on his arms to observe her ravaged face. Steadily they worked together till she was in the throes of another orgasm. She moaned and groaned and stuck her tongue down his open mouth, and wrapped her gorgeous arms and perfect legs lustfully tight around him as she climbed yet another rainbow.

He waited for her to come down from orgasmic heights before he stopped thrusting into her. Then he tenderly extracted his still erect cock from her cunt and turned her on her side. She sighed both in satisfaction and resignation as she now knew what was to follow.

Mahmud moved off the bed to grab a vessel filled with scented oil. Scooping some into his hands he gently spread the oil around her anus and then worked heavily oiled fingers softly past her tight sphincter and into her anal canal. Gradually, almost imperceptibly he found her relaxing as she got used to the invading fingers. He removed his fingers and copiously spread the oil on his cock.

The moment was here.

Placing his penis at her anal opening, he gently but with purpose advanced the tip past the anal ring. She moaned and he tenderly caressed her beautiful face with his still oily hands. Then he moved one of them down to her pubic area. She parted her thighs a little to help him gain access to her cunt. He strummed her clitoris, rubbed her labial petals and then entered her vagina while his thumb continued stimulating her clitoris. Simultaneously his cock continued its progression down her shit chute. Such was the distracting power of his digital stimulation that before she realized it, he was buried balls deep in her rectum. Continuing to play with her vagina he set up a slow and soft buggering rhythm.

Then the moment he had been waiting for arrived, as the anal stimulation reached her pleasure center.

She moved under him to accommodate his cock better and began thrusting her buttocks vigorously back at him. He removed his hand from her cunt and turned her onto her hands and knees with his penis still buried in her ass. Then he placed his hands on her hips and holding on to her firmly began ramming her mercilessly and at the same time gazed down on her side turned ravaged face.

Oh my, he thought to himself, this has to be the high point of my sexual life. His sexual abstinence and the fact that he had come a few times already allowed him to continue ramming her till they were both bathed in sweat. He reached down with his hands to play concurrently with her breasts and cunt. Slowly and indiscernibly he found himself climbing the rainbow. Then with mind boggling urgency he spewed into her rectum, blast after blast till the stuff backed up and drooled past his cock and past her anal ring. He kept thrusting his cock in and out till it softened to the point where it simply fell out of her. Only then did he let go of her and fall on his back on the bed.

In the days that followed they explored each other and their sexual proclivities. Discovering areas within themselves that neither knew existed.

In between their sexual workouts, Mahmud raided kingdoms to the east of Bhatner while leaving her under the care and protection of hand picked soldiers. In turn, the kingdoms of Sirsa, Kaithal Jind and Karnal felt the wrath of the Sultan and their overflowing treasuries added to his wealth.

Then the winds freshened. Blowing in from the southwest, you could smell the moisture they carried. There was no doubt; the monsoon was on its way. Mahmud knew it was time for him to go home.

"Take me with you," said the young queen, when she learned of his intentions. She really had no standing in this kingdom. Her husband the king was dead and in essence so was she.

He held her close as she looked up at him with those soft eyes. His heart melted and his penis enlarged. He could not help it; this perfect woman gave him a permanent hard on. At that moment he knew that between his Persian princess and this Hindustani Apsara he would not need another woman ever.

He pictured them lying side by side, in full naked splendor. Two perfectly proportioned bodies as he thrust into one and then seamlessly into the other. Their glorious cunts sucking his penis into their mysterious depths, working on his cock till the heavenly friction caused it to spasm and pore out its gratefulness into one of those soft and clingy channels. And then he would have them turn over onto their hands and knees. Oh, what a sight! Petite perfect buns beside larger wonderful creamy moons. He would part the buttocks of one and then the other to gaze on two magnificent crinkled roses. And then he would worship them with his tongue, forcing it in till the soft muscles that guarded the opening sprang apart and allowed his tongue into the tangy interior. And then the incomparable feeling as his large knob pressed open the anal bud and his whole cock slithered in. Oh, my! As he held onto perfect hips and brutally assaulted one rectum and then the other.

He found himself rubbing his fully erect penis on the queen's perfect abdomen as his hands caressed her royal buns. He looked into her smoky eyes and saw her rising lust. Off came their scanty clothing and she arranged herself on the large bed to accept him. She let out an involuntary cry as he shafted her with one lust laden savage thrust.

As usual once was not enough. He expended himself twice in her cunt. The second time from behind with a finger up her anus. Setting him up for what he knew would be his last incursion into her rectum. This thought made him howl with lust and regret, even as his oil soaked penis plunged into her backside making her hang on for dear life to the sheets as he purposefully buggered her.

And then it was over and the moment had arrived that he knew he would regret for the rest of his life, "No my dear I cannot take you with me."

Looking at his firm chin and expressionless eyes she knew this was final.

"All right then could you at least take me to my father's kingdom."

Her father was the king of Alwar, a kingdom further south and just a little too out of Mahmud's reach on this incursion. He had heard that it was rich and so next time around he was going to target it. But for now he sent the queen to her father accompanied by a large retinue of his men. They reached Alwar without incident as no one wanted to incur the wrath of Mahmud.

Her father welcomed her with open arms. He had lost his wife, her mother, a few years earlier to an illness that had wracked her lungs and left her so emaciated that when she died their seemed to be only a bony skeleton to cremate.

He had always been a doting father. His only other child, also a daughter, had been married off to the King of Kangra and by all accounts was as happy as could be.

Deepika was grateful that she had a safe place to stay for now. But even as Mahmud's men disappeared over the horizon she was already thinking ahead and planning on how to secure the future for her and her child.

to be continued...

 

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Mansion House S2 E13

Something wasn't quite right. Anu Emmanuel woke up on New Year's Day with the distinct memory of celebrating the new year in several different ways. Was that what happened when you got drunk? But she'd only had a little champagne. She remembered the thrill of kissing Krishan as the clock struck midnight. How amazing, he really was into her. But then, somehow, she had also spent midnight making out with her friend, Shriya. And then she'd also had several boring celebrations in the living room. Each moment was as real in her memory as the next one.

Several other people woke that day to the same confusion. Hansika rolled away from her still snoring husband. She was giddy, because Krishan had chosen her to spend midnight with on New Year's. But then she remembered he'd gone off with other women and she'd been left at that boring party several times. How had both happened?

Krishan had heard that mysterious clock signal midnight while he spent time with several women. He was grateful for all of it, but especially that he got to share that special moment with both his sister and his mom. They were, after all, the two most important people in his life. He knew the house had bent space and time for him. That's what he got for being friends with Day Star, he supposed. Were they friends? Partners? He took a deep breath and got out of bed. Krishan threw on jeans and a t-shirt and headed downstairs.

There were still discarded cups and party hats on the stairs. But it didn't look too bad. He sighed, and turned toward the kitchen to grab a trash bag. Being the first up meant he'd bag some garbage so the others would wake to a cleaner house. Krishan paused. Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He slowly turned to the right and his mouth fell open. Someone had stepped on Ileana's salt salamander drawing last night, and it was nearly unrecognizable on the floor. Above it, the door to the locked room stood wide open.

"Shit." Krishan walked at a snail's pace toward the room. A quiet settled over the house. Not even the great clock so much as ticked. The steady metronome of his pulse beat in his ears.

Upstairs, Hansika stopped daydreaming, sat up in bed with a start, and jumped onto the cold floor. She threw on a sweatshirt and raced out of the spare room, leaving her sleeping husband behind. Something was wrong and the house needed her.

"Hello?" Krishan couldn't see into the room from his angle, but a trapezoid of orange, flickering light fell across the hall. "Is someone there?" His bare feet padded closer and closer. He walked up to the open doorway and looked in. The great bear stood in its corner, still in a fearsome pose. The last man Krishan expected to see sat in the armchair near the back wall wagging a finger at Krishan. "Mr. Maxamed ?"

Maxamed said nothing and didn't move but for the finger that continued to admonish Krishan. He wore one of his dark suits, with a red tie. A small rivulet of crimson ran over his dark forehead, snaked around his right eye, and dripped off his cheek.

"Um ... Are you okay?" Krishan looked around the room. Everything else was as he remembered it. The sideboard, the bottles, the sofa, the oil lamp, were all in place. When Krishan looked back at the bear. It had moved a foot closer to the door. Now, its glass eyes were trained on Krishan. "We need to go, Mr. Maxamed." Krishan held out his hand and blinked. During the fraction of a second his eyes were closed, the bear moved another couple feet. A frozen snarl had spread on its face, further exposing its yellowed canines.

A deep frown etched itself on Maxamed's face. He kept wagging his finger.

"Krish?" Hansika's voice carried down the stairs.

"I'm here." Krishan looked toward the stairs and then back into the room. The bear had moved closer, standing still as a statue in the middle of the room, partly obscuring Krishan's view of Maxamed. The dead animal looked very angry. "Shit." Krishan widened his eyes, trying his best not to blink. "Come on, Mr. Maxamed. It's now or never. Let's get you out of there."

Maxamed gave no indication of having heard Krishan. He sat reclined in the armchair, his finger waving back and forth.

"Krishan, no." Hansika's feet hit the bottom of the stairs. Goosebumps broke out on her bare legs. She sprinted over to the room, pulled Krishan by the shirt away from the doorway, and slammed the door shut. The last thing she saw of the room was the giant, brown bear mere inches away, its claws outstretched. The crack of the slamming door echoed around the hall and the entryway. Hansika put her hands on her knees and sucked in air. "That's a bad ... room, Krish." She looked over at her eighteen-year-old brother-in-law.

"Yeah ..." Krishan gathered himself. "Wait, Mr. Maxamed is still in there. We have to get him out."

"There's no one alive ... in there." Hansika caught her breath.

"How do you know?" Krishan reached for the knob on the door. He tried to turn it, but it was locked.

"I have some connection ... to that room." Hansika straightened up.

Krishan wanted to ask her questions about it, but that would have to wait. A troubling thought occurred to him. "Mrs. Maxamed said she'd trapped Mr. Vijay in there. So, he's out. What's he doing now?"

"Upstairs," Hansika said.

"Upstairs," Krishan said at the same time.

Together they turned and raced up the stairs. They didn't know who Vijay would target, but Ileana, Karun, Shriya, Anushka, and Ganesh were all asleep and vulnerable.

~~

"This is where I welcomed those destined for the sacrifice." Vijay sat in an armchair and waved his hand to encompass the small room. A massive stuffed bear stood to his right. A sideboard rested to his left. "I would pour them a drink from there. And they wouldn't wake up until the ceremony."

"Sacrifice?" Ganesh sat on a comfortable sofa, a tumbler in his hand. Ice clinked in the glass as he held it up to regard the amber liquid. "What did you do to those people?"

"I shed blood, Mr. Ganesh." Vijay smiled. A thin white line formed under his black mustache. He pushed back his hair from his forehead and tugged at his perfectly tailored suit. "It gave me clarity of purpose. But that was so long ago, and the world has darkened since. To change the course of things, He needs more offerings. But they are so few and far between now."

"You are an abomination before God." Ganesh couldn't get the tremor out of his voice.

"You misunderstand me. I did this for God." Vijay eyed Ganesh's tumbler. "And when the days of her purifying are completed, whether for a son or for a daughter, she shall bring to the priest at the entrance of the tent of meeting a lamb a year old for a burnt offering, and a pigeon or a turtledove for a sin offering." He paused to see the effect on the other man. "But the sins of our species compiled, and God asked for greater and greater pledges. He needs our blood to wash away our sins. I did as he asked, ever the humble servant."

"You did this for God?" Ganesh dropped his drink to the richly colored carpet on the floor. It spilled, ice fanning out from the impact.

"Are you not His servant, too?" Vijay leaned closer to Ganesh. "Do you not want to atone for our sins?"

"This is a nightmare." Ganesh slid to the other side of the sofa. "This isn't my house. This is a perversion."

"Let's talk about perversion, Mr. Ganesh." Vijay's smile widened.

~~

Women fell before Krishan. Anushka watched them fall in her dream. For some reason she reveled in it. She saw wives give up on decades of fidelity for a chance with her son. Just like Anushka had herself. She delighted in each conquest. In her dream, Anushka could see Krishan's seed spread about their city like an infection. No, that wasn't right. He moved throughout the city like a cure stamping out disease. He would root out the sickness of a false hegemony.

But something reached out to him. Something sought Krishan from the dark. It desperately wanted to cut his wick before he could burn brightly. Something so very black. And it was in the room with Anushka. She opened her eyes, sat up, and screamed.

Crouched on the other side of the bed was a large man Anushka recognized. He leaned his head right next to Ganesh's ear, whispering something Anushka couldn't hear. Vijay's black eyes darted up to her when she woke, but his lips continued working.

"Leave ... please ..." Anushka croaked.

"I will not leave my house." Vijay smiled cheerfully, and straightened to his full height.

Krishan and Hansika burst in the door behind Vijay.

Despite Anushka's scream, Ganesh continued to snore.

"My own room cannot hold me. That was a foolish endeavor. There once was a prison of thorn and vine." Vijay stuck an arm behind him and knocked the onrushing Krishan to the side. Krishan hit the floor and slid until the wall stopped him near the bathroom door. Hansika rushed the phantom and met the same fate, sliding on the floor until she came to a stop next to Krishan. They groaned in a pile at the other end of the room.

"Krish!" Anushka screamed.

"She kept me there for decades." Vijay's voice carried an unnatural calm and measure. "Thorn and vine, thorn and vine. But her order depended too much on entropy. When she couldn't ensnare the pathetic and corruptible, her power ebbed. And He gave me what I needed. Thorn and vine. Thorn and vine."

Anushka looked down at her sleeping husband. "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing I haven't done before." He took a menacing step toward Krishan and Hansika where they lay on the floor. "But it wasn't me that donned the poor man's horns. You made a mockery of him."

"I ... I ..." Anushka hugged her bare breasts and shrunk into her mattress.

"Begone demon." Ileana, dressed only in her panties, stepped into the room holding a box of salt and a fiery demeanor. She poured a half circle of salt on the floor around Vijay, but faltered when he fixed her with his dark stare. How could she get behind the creature without stepping too close to him?

"Look at what a harlot you've become." Vijay spat the words. "Your head uncovered. Your globes exposed to man. Men who are not your husband ..."

As he talked, Nayanthara improbably crawled from under the bed behind him. She stood and made eye contact with Ileana. The pregnant woman in Victorian dress nodded to the box of salt. Vijay did not see his wife behind him.

 

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"My offer is not forfeit," Vijay continued. "I can reunite you with your husband."

"Don't." Krishan looked up at her. "Mr. Samatar is dead, I think. I saw him. I think Mr. Vijay killed him."

Fury spread on Ileana's face, contorting her pretty features into something almost unrecognizable. She looked back and forth between Krishan and Vijay. Ileana then dropped the box of salt in front of her and kicked it right through Vijay's spread legs. Nayanthara stopped the box with her foot, picked it up and finished the circle around her husband.

"You took my husband?" Ileana stepped toward Vijay as he stood frozen.

Vijay did nothing more than wink at her.

"Goodbye, dearie." Nayanthara waved her hand through Vijay's chest. The apparition fragmented and evaporated.

"Is he gone?" Krishan moved Hansika off him and sat up with his back against the wall. He rubbed the back of his head.

"For now." Nayanthara stepped over to the naked Ileana and took her into an embrace. "Thank you. I did not know he had come by a sacrifice. He's stronger than I thought. I am aggrieved at the loss of your husband."

"Is he ...?" Tears rolled down Ileana's cheeks. She let herself be drawn into the cold, demonic embrace. Had she really made allies with one of their kind? "Is he really gone?"

"It seems so." Nayanthara patted her back. "Vijay hid it from me. I couldn't see." She led Ileana to the bed and sat her on the edge. Nayanthara looked down at Ganesh as he continued to snore.

"Is my husband okay?" Anushka looked on at the strange scene. A tightness pulled at her chest.

"That was a fine trick orchestrated by our friend here." Nayanthara rested her pale hand on Ileana's shoulder. The binary stones on her wedding ring shone in the first rays of sunlight peeking through the window. "I pushed Vijay and his influence some distance from us. But watch your Ganesh closely. If he seems to wander astray, it may be wise to move him from the house for a while."

"What did he mean by thorn and vine?" Krishan stood up and helped Hansika to her feet.

"My partner and I once tricked my husband after his death into a prison of his own making just outside the house." Nayanthara pressed her lips together. "But we didn't have the strength to keep him there."

"But you're getting stronger?" Krishan walked over to the bed, sat next to Ileana, and put his arm around the crying woman, trying to comfort her.

"I am." Nayanthara nodded. "But if we were to try and lock him away again, for good, we would need more strength still."

"I'll do what I have to," Krishan said. "We'll all do what we have to."

Anushka, Hansika, and Ileana all nodded at this. Ganesh continued his soft snores.

"Very good." Nayanthara smiled. Warmth emanated from her freckled face. And she told them how they could raise the energy needed to deal with Vijay and his troublesome God once and for all.

~~

Days passed and Vijay stayed away. Ileana put another ward in front of the locked room, but she doubted he was in there. She searched her feelings to see if Vijay had spoken true about her husband. Had her departed Maxamed somehow fallen under the evil man's spell? Ileana couldn't find his spirit, but such tasks were difficult without her dreamstone.

The twins continued to console and comfort Ileana with their bodies. It became clear Krishan had successfully planted his seed inside her belly swelled. That meant he was going to be a father four times over. At the least.

~~

It was inevitable that Anushka would find the twins together. It happened late one cold night. She put on a lace bra and panties and threw a long robe over her lingerie. The house was so chilly whenever the temperature dropped near zero. She looked back at her sleeping husband. He'd done so much better in the last few weeks. Anushka hoped that the poor man would continue to keep his focus on the house and lead his charmed, unsuspecting life. She wondered what would happen when Ganesh finally finished his work on the house. Would they actually sell it? Even with the threat of Vijay's return, Anushka didn't want to leave.

Anushka slipped out of the room and padded down the hall toward Krishan's room. The night before, she'd visited Shriya. So, now it was her son's turn to share in his mother's body and soul. A fire burned inside Anushka. She needed the twins more and more every day. When she wasn't with them, she often caught herself daydreaming about the pleasures they gave her over and over again.

The great clock tick-tocked, echoing off the old walls. Anushka arrived at Krishan's door and let herself in. She closed the door behind her and turned toward his bed. She froze when she heard a soft moan, and then her eyes caught sight of Shriya's small frame slowly undulating on top of her brother. "Oh, my." Anushka put her hand to her mouth. "I ... I didn't mean to interrupt."

Shriya turned her elfin face toward her mother and smiled. "It's okay, Mom. We ... uh ... uh ... like having you here."

"Yeah." Krishan had a dreamy smile on his face with his head on the pillow. "Remember what we talked about?"

"You mean ..." Anushka's eyes widened. "You're doing her without a condom right now?"

"He is," Shriya purred. "And he's already ... oooohhhhh ... cum in me once tonight." She made slow circles with her hips.

"Oh, my." Anushka's pussy flooded at the thought of what she was witnessing. "In your vagina?"

"In her pussy, yeah." Krishan gripped Shriya's hips and ground her down on him with a little more force.

"In her pussy," Anushka whispered. "You'll get her pregnant for sure."

 

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"He probably already has." Shriya lost focus for a second and her eyes rolled as Krishan's long cock moved around some of her organs. She refocused on her mom. "It's good, Mom. Krish and I have always been ... close. Now we're even closer. I'm going to have his baby."

"We're all having Krish's babies, aren't we?" Anushka rubbed her legs together. "Okay, I'll let you two have some space." She put her hand on the doorknob. She needed to rub her pussy.

"No, Mom. Stay." Shriya leaned back a little, pushing her large breasts away from her chest. She put her hands behind her on Krishan's thighs. "What's ... oooohhhhhh ... under the robe?"

"Oh ... um ... Krish likes when I wear sexy underwear for him." Anushka took her hand off the doorknob.

"I bet I'd ... ugh ... like it, too." Shriya looked her tall mom up and down. She was so sexy. "That's no fair that you only show Krish."

"You're a girl ... so I didn't think ... I didn't think you'd like that stuff." Anushka took a deep breath and dropped the robe to the floor. "Do you like it, pumpkin?" Anushka spun a slow pirouette for them.

"Damn, Mom." Shriya's eyes glazed over. "You are so hot." The lingerie had clearly been purchased after Anushka had taken her deal, because the bra somewhat fit. But even so, her boobs spilled over the top, and her panties looked skimpier than intended under her bulging belly. "Did my dumb dad buy that for you? And now ... ah ... it's for us."

"Don't you start up on your father too, Shriya." Anushka frowned at her writhing daughter. "He's fragile right now. I don't want to talk about him that way."

"Come on, Mom." Krishan laughed and lightly smacked Shriya's right boob. "Dad practically handed you over to us. His own teenagers. He's pretty stupid when it comes to protecting his wife."

Anushka felt her face go hot with embarrassment. They were only eighteen and Ganesh had let her fall for them. Of course, the twins were right. Ganesh was a fool. There was no other explanation.

"Come on over, Mom." Krishan could hear his sister's pussy squelch with all their combined cum as she slowly rode him. A sound as sweet as music.

"Okay." Anushka reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She let it fall, and her heavy boobs dropped out of confinement. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and slowly shimmied them down her legs, very aware of the show she gave the humping twins as her breasts hung down in front of her. She tossed her panties aside and walked slowly toward the bed. "Are we really going to do this? All three of us, together?"

"Come sit on my face." Krishan beckoned her over, his smile spreading.

"Really?" Anushka felt so clumsy climbing onto the bed and straddling her son's handsome face. She was so much bigger than they were. Anushka's brown eyes locked on Shriya's blue ones as Krishan's tongue found Anushka's slit. "Oh, Brit, he's really wonderful, isn't he?" Anushka wasn't sure what to do with her hands, so she held them in the air awkwardly as she watched her daughter's lust-filled face.

"He is. And so ... aaahhhhhh ... are you. You're both ... ugh ... the best." Shriya approached another climax. "Grab my tits, Mom."

"Tits?" Anushka reached out and hefted her daughter's boobs. She rolled the puffy nipples gently between her fingers. "Oh, Krish. You're already ... going to ... make me ..." Anushka's shoulders twitched as her pleasure built.

"Mmmppphhhhhh." Krish relished the moment. His first time with the both women. Hansika would go wild when he told her all about it.

"Cummmiiiinnnnnnggggg." Shriya tossed her head back and forth, her senses completely overrun with ecstasy. If she wasn't already pregnant, she hoped that night would be the night. How perfect to get to share that moment with her mother.

A couple hours later, Krishan worked his way toward his fourth and final orgasm of the night. His mother was on her stomach on the bed, and Shriya lay on Anushka's back, hugging her. Both asses were on display for Krishan, and he alternated between his mother's pussy and ass, and his sister's pussy. The room had the rich tropical scent of his cum. So strong that it overpowered their sweat. Sperm matted Shriya and Anushka's hair, and dried on their skin.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh." Anushka let another orgasm rip through her as Krishan pounded her butt. Her daughter's sweet voice was in her ear, telling her what a good mom she was to do them both. When Anushka's orgasm passed, Krishan's huge thing pulled out of her butt. She felt her daughter tense on top her.

"No, Krish. No, no, no. It won't fit." Shriya squirmed on top of her mom, her pussy now rubbing a little on the small of Anushka's back.

"Mom takes it back there all the time." Krishan's dick was coated in cum and he knew it would slide in without too much effort. He rubbed the wide head on her cute, little asshole.

 

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"She only ... ow ... she only gave her butt to you so you wouldn't knock her up." It didn't actually hurt yet, but every nudge back there gave Shriya the expectation of pain.

"That's true. But then she liked it. Obviously, we still do it even though she's pregnant." Krishan pushed just a little so that the very tip of the head opened her up ever so slightly. "Tell her, Mom."

Anushka still panted from her orgasm. Her face pressed into the sheets. She turned her head to the side to talk. "I ... do like it ... I never thought I would ... but ..."

"See?" Krishan pushed a little more.

"It doesn't really hurt." Shriya's muscles clenched and unclenched. "Do you really like it that much, Mom?" Shriya pushed her hair to the side and then brushed her mom's hair off her face so she could see her.

"I do." Anushka nodded. Electric sparks still played with her nerve endings. "But ... you have to do ... what you feel ... comfortable with."

"Um ..." Shriya knew this was a pivotal moment. If she went forward with this, Krishan would completely resize her. But, much to her surprise, having the tip stretching her felt good. Different and good. And why shouldn't she let him try it? She'd given him everything else she had to give. "Go slow and stop if it hurts."

"Sure." Krishan applied a bit more pressure.

A mother wasn't supposed to experience such moments. Anushka could feel Shriya trembling on top of her, and her daughter's grip tightened on her mother. Heck, twins weren't supposed to experience such moments together. But there they all were.

"It's okay ... it's okay ..." Shriya shuddered. It hurt a little, but nothing like what she would have thought. She let him push further. "Is it ... all in?

"You're a champ." Krishan couldn't take his eyes off his disappearing dick. He was certain the deal was responsible for the way her butt allowed him in. "But we've got a long way to go."

"Oh, gosh." Anushka could hear her daughter's sharp intake of breath as Krishan explored her guts. "Give it up to him, Shriya." Anushka gripped the sheets with her fists, full of empathy for Shriya. "Give him your butt."

A few minutes later, Krishan hit home, fully buried in his sister. A minute after that, he settled into a nice rhythm. He supported his weight with his hands pressed onto the top of Shriya's butt. He hoped it wasn't too much pressure for his mom's pregnant belly. "How ... is it?" He was getting close. Her butt was so tight, and her squeals so sweet. Having their mom underneath was sublime.

"It's good ... I think ... I like it." A new kind of pleasure surged through her. "Oooooohhhhhhhh. I ... do ... like it."

"That's my girl ... Brit." Krishan wanted to spare his mom a full pounding. He tried to take it easy.

"Cum in her, Krish." Anushka was beside herself. There was no training manual for motherhood. But even if there had been, there certainly wouldn't have been a chapter on what was happening in Krishan's bedroom that night. "Go ahead. Put your seed ... in your sister's butt." She looked over her shoulder to see Shriya's teeth clenched and her eyes gazing at nothing.

"Gggggggppppphhhhhhh." Shriya experienced her first anal climax.

Hearing his sister cum sent Krishan over the edge, too. His soft grunts filled the room, and his cum filled Shriya.

When he finished, he rolled off them and lay next to the women he loved. Shriya slid off her mom in between Anushka and Krishan. She put her arm around Krishan and snuggled close. Anushka turned on her side, pressed her boobs into Shriya's back, and threw her arm over both twins. Together, they drifted off to sleep.

~~

A knock on the door woke Krishan, Anushka, and Shriya. They all sat up quickly on the bed. The room was a mess and the three of them were a mess. The smell in the room was unmistakable. Bright morning light streamed through the windows.

"Krish, you awake?" Ganesh knocked again.

"Yeah, Dad." Krishan looked at his mom with a questioning eyebrow. What should he say? Anushka shook her head, her eyes very wide. Shriya covered herself back up with the blanket. "What's up?"

"Can I come in?" Ganesh sounded tired.

"Did you lock the door?" Krishan whispered to Anushka.

Anushka shrugged. She honestly didn't remember. She'd been so surprised to find Shriya humping Krishan last night. Should she get up and get dressed quickly? Pretend she was just checking on her son? She looked down at her exposed boobs covered in dried cum. And then she looked at Shriya. They were all a mess. They couldn't let Ganesh in that room.

"Sorry, Dad. I'm naked." Krishan expected that would keep him out.

"Well, have you seen your mother?" There was a little thump as Ganesh leaned his head on the door. "I woke up and she was gone. I couldn't find her."

"Um ..." Krishan wasn't quite sure how to handle this. Then he remembered it was just his dumb, old dad. He could misdirect. "Give me a couple minutes and I'll help you look. She's probably fixing something in the house or something."

"I didn't see her in the laundry room," Ganesh said.

"There are other rooms that need fixing, Dad," Krishan called through the door. "Why don't you go check the first floor and I'll be down in a minute?"

"Sure." Ganesh walked off toward the stairs.

Krishan got up and threw on some clothes. He was still a smelly mess, but he didn't have time to shower. "I'll go take care of Dad." He kissed his mom and sister on their cheeks. They looked a little tense. "You two hit the showers. When we hear the showers running, I'll tell him he must have just missed you in the bathroom."

"He'll believe that?" Anushka got out of bed, picked up her lingerie, and put on her robe.

"Probably." Krishan shrugged. "If not, we'll make up some other story. I feel a little bad gaslighting the old man, but it's better than him finding out. Right?"

"Yeah." Anushka said.

Shriya nodded her agreement. She got up and threw on the first clothes she found, some of Krishan's pajamas.

"Okay." Krishan opened the door and checked the hall. "He's gone."

Krishan left the room and went to find his father downstairs. The women headed for the showers.

~~

"I married the wrong brother." Hansika smiled up at her skinny, sweaty brother-in-law. She looked down between her breasts to where her blond pussy was, but all she could see was her swelling belly. The thought hit her hard, Karun didn't deserve to raise Krishan's child. "So, what happened after your mom came in?"

 

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"It was so hot, Pen." Krishan plowed Hansika on her marital bed, his hands clasped her ankles, holding her legs wide open. He could see his dick exploring her pussy quite clearly. He loved their afterschool visits. He told her all about giving his sister her first anal with their mother lying beneath them.

"You fit in her little butt?" Hansika squealed as Krishan hit a pleasure point deep inside her, and she thought of the holier-than-thou women giving themselves completely to Krishan.

"Yeah." Krishan smiled and slammed her harder. He'd already cum in her pussy and was in no hurry to fill her up again.

"And you're going to give her a baby? Both of them are having your babies?" Hansika pressed her head back into the mattress. Thank God the house chose her to be part of this hedonism. It had become the central pillar to her life.

"And Ileana and Haskins." Krishan used Hansika's soft calf to wipe sweat off his forehead.

"But you got me pregnant first, right?"

"No, I think that was my mom." Krishan shook his head, his blond hair stuck to his forehead.

Hansika couldn't bring herself to frown, she felt too good. "Well, I was second, right?"

"Yes."

"I'll take good care of your baby, Krish." Hansika put her hands on her belly. "I promise."

"I know you will. You'll be the perfect mom."

"Oh, God." A tide of ecstasy pushed at the shores of her mind. "You've turned me into so many things. And now you've made me a mother." She closed her eyes, fondled her belly, and came on his giant dick.

A while later, they lay in bed together, Hansika brushing her fingers over Krishan's meager chest. Cum slowly spilled out of her pussy and stained the sheets below. "What would you say if I told you I wanted to leave my husband?"

"Really?" Krishan sat up a little, leaning his head on the fabric headboard. "Wow. I don't know. I mean ... Karun is kind of a dick."

"He is," Hansika whispered. She so desperately needed Krishan's support.

"Is this because of me?" He looked into her pretty eyes.

"Well, of course." Hansika nodded, running her fingers down his flat belly. "And the baby."

"I thought you were going to raise the baby with Karun."

"Do you want Karun raising your baby?" Hansika's slight smile was hopeful.

"Well, no." Now that he thought about it, Krishan didn't want Karun near any of his babies.

"Neither do I." She reached down and squeezed his soft cock. It was so much bigger than Karun's. It was almost like the two brothers were different species.

"So, what are you going to do?" Krishan's mind raced. His mom was not going to be happy with him for breaking up his brother's marriage.

"Well, I'll think it over for a few days. And then I'm probably going to tell him I want to separate. And I'll give him the house." She squeezed his cock a little more urgently. It pushed back at her. This conversation was going about as well as could be.

"Wow." Krishan frowned. Would she move back home with her parents? "Where will you go?"

"I'm going to talk to your mom about moving in with you." Hansika stroked her hand up and down, leaned forward, and kissed the head of his cock. Her boobs hung and draped themselves on Krishan's stomach.

"What?" Krishan watched her expertly take care of his dick. "I mean, it'll be tough getting my mom on board. She's gonna be pissed about Karun."

"You'll need to back me up, Krish." She kissed the head again, her wedding ring pressed against his cock flesh.

"I'll do ... uh ... what I can." Krishan would like having her around the house all the time.

"Thank you. We have about an hour before Karun comes home. One more time? I'll let you have my butt like your mom and sister." Hansika took him into her mouth. He was now fully hard. She pushed him slowly down her throat.

"Yeah, Okay." Krishan wound his fingers in her silky, blond hair.

~~

A week later, Krishan found Anushka in his room collecting laundry. "Hey, Mom. Do you have a minute?" He admired her round ass, outlined beautifully in her dress as she bent over to pick up some of his socks.

"Not if you're thinking what I think you're thinking." Anushka straightened, smiled, and looked at the lump in his pants. How could he keep going and going? With Ileana, Shriya, and Anushka the sex had been almost constant in their house. It was a wonder they'd been able to keep it secret from Ganesh. "I need to get some laundry done. Your father volunteered to do the wash a while ago, but he hasn't been getting it very clean." She picked up her laundry basket, put it on her hip, and headed for the door.

"It doesn't always have to be about sex, Mom. Sometimes I just want to talk." He followed her out into the hall and down the stairs.

"I've got your number, mister." Anushka chuckled to herself. It was nice to know she could still set boundaries with him. "If you want to talk, what's up?"

"Can I carry that for you?" Krishan liked watching her go about domestic chores, but she was pregnant and maybe it wasn't good to carry around a heavy basket. He didn't know for sure.

"Yes, thank you, pumpkin." Anushka stopped on the stairs and handed him the basket. She then continued downstairs.

"Have you heard from Karun or Hansika recently?" Krishan couldn't help watching her butt sway as he followed her.

"Not for a little while. Did you hear something?" Anushka looked back over her shoulder at him. They walked down the hall past the kitchen.

"No, just wondering." Krishan descended the basement stairs right after Anushka.

"You haven't been sneaking over to see Hansika, have you?" Anushka stepped next to her son in the basement and playfully bumped him with her hip as they walked. "You don't need to answer that. Of course you have."

"You're not mad?" Krishan waited as his mom opened the door to the laundry room.

"Why would I ..." Anushka opened the door and looked into the unfinished part of the basement. "Oh, my gosh."

"What is it?" Krishan stared through the doorway with wide eyes. "I'm not sure what I'm looking at." What was once a mostly empty space with a few utilities and pipes, was now a maze of blue and red PEX piping. The room was webbed with the stuff from floor to ceiling. There was barely enough room to move in there. It looked like an obstacle course.

"Krish?" The color drained from Anushka's face. "Where's your father?"

"I think he's taking a nap." Krishan dropped the laundry basket at his feet with a thud.

"This is what he's been doing down here?" She tried to trace just one pipe with her eyes to see where it went, but lost it in the chaos. "We ... um ... we need to give him a break from the house."

"Agreed." Krishan nodded. "This is nuts."

"Yes." Anushka put her hand on Krishan's shoulder. "Your dumb father has gone a bit crazy. Let's go pack his things."

They turned together and headed for the stairs.

 

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Mansion House S2 E14

"Don't forget to pack your underwear, Ganesh." Anushka opened the top drawer of Ganesh's dresser and took out his white briefs. She hadn't ever thought much about them, but she held one up. She couldn't help comparing it to the underwear she'd helped Krishan purchase. Krishan's had that sexy pouch for all that junk he carried around. It hugged his body to accentuate his manhood. Ganesh's underwear looked like it was made for a child. She tossed several pairs into Ganesh's suitcase.

"You sure it's alright that I'm going?" Ganesh sat on the bed and watched his wife pack. He watched her round butt move under her dress and wondered at how lucky he'd been to marry her. She got more and more beautiful with age.

"You need to take some time away." Anushka quickly glanced at him over her shoulder, embarrassed that she'd just unfavorably compared his underwear to Krishan's. "Clearly the project is getting to you. We should have taken some time off before buying this house. Your sister's place will be perfect for some relaxation."

"And the house?" He watched her boobs jiggle under her bra and dress as she worked to close the overstuffed suitcase.

"I'll keep working on it. Maybe the twins will help." Anushka zipped the suitcase closed and sighed with relief. "You can take as much time as you need."

"Okay." Ganesh gave her a weak smile. "Thank you, Anu."

"You're welcome, Ganesh." She patted him on the head like he was a child. "Now, let's get you to the airport."

~~

"Oh, hello, Shriya." Sneha twisted her mouth into a small frown. The wrong twin waited for her in the storage room. "What ... um ... what are you doing here? Aren't you in class right now?"

"Are you upset Krish isn't here?" Shriya could see the principal squirming in her suit. The woman's belly stretched her jacket so that her blouse poked out below the buttons. "After New Year's in the basement, I thought you might like a little one-on-one time with me." Shriya smiled, pulled her skirt in front of her, and gave Sneha a little curtsy.

"I ... um ... I ..." Sneha was flabbergasted. She had made out with another woman that night. And she had, somehow, liked it. But would she give herself to an eighteen-year-old student? To one of the girls she was charged with educating? Things were topsy-turvy. Something told Sneha that Shriya wanted to be the one educating her. "Well ... I don't ... well ... you see ..."

"Don't you want to get to know your students better?" Shriya winked.

"Um ... um ... um ..." Sneha looked back at the open door behind her.

Shriya laughed, a soft, pretty cascade of sound. "I'm only kidding, Sneha. Krish's late. He'll be here in a sec." She cocked her head at her principal. "But, I mean, I guess I wasn't totally kidding. We are going to do stuff. You're cool with that, right?"

"I ... I ... guess so." Sneha's cheeks felt very hot, and her panties were even wetter than when she'd walked in the room.

"Sorry I'm late." Krish stepped in behind Sneha and closed the door. He locked it from the inside. "Did you tell her already?"

"Not yet." Shriya shook her head with some exuberance. Ganging up on the principal was so much fun. "But I'll do it, if you want."

"Sure." Krishan walked over to Sneha, leaned his face up to hers and kissed her on the lips. Her round belly pushed back at his flat one.

While the two lovebirds made out, Shriya walked up behind Sneha, placed a hand on Sneha's butt, and got up on her tippy-toes to whisper in the woman's ear. "To keep everyone safe, we need your help."

"Mmmppphhh." Sneha made a move to pull away from Krishan's kiss, but he held her by the hips and pressed his thin body into her. Even with his sister at her ear, she melted for him. What on Earth were they planning?

"We need you to do some things for us." Shriya delicately nibbled Sneha's earlobe. She could feel the principal trembling through her hand on Sneha's ass. Shriya adored the power she and her brother had over these women. It filled her with boundless confidence. She thought about how disappointed she'd been by sex with this woman's son. And how she was about to change Tarun's life. She wondered if Sneha would be as disappointed as Shriya had been. "You need to bring us women with sons. Older boys only, at least eighteen years old."

Sneha finally broke the kiss, but stayed, trembling, in the twins' embrace. "You want me to bring you mothers and sons?" She didn't understand.

"No, just the mothers. They will take care of their sons on their own." Krishan pulled down her skirt, tights, and panties. He put a finger in her wet slit.

"Ooohhhh. Take care of?" Sneha closed her eyes.

 

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"It's not a euphemism, Sneha." Shriya stuck her index finger in her own mouth coating it with saliva. She then reached down and inserted it in Sneha's butt. The poor woman's ass cheeks flexed as Shriya entered her. The twins fingered her together. "They really will take very good care of them. Start with women that live close to our house. The closer the better."

"What will you ... ugh ... do?" Sneha's mind reeled.

"We'll convince them to help us. Just as we're convincing you." Krishan pistoned his finger in and out her, looking up at her contorting face. "You don't need to do anything but bring them here. Tell them it's a special mother-principal conference or something."

"I ... ugh ... ugh... uuuuuggghhhhhhhhhh." Sneha climaxed standing between those siblings. Their fingers worked her holes throughout her orgasm.

"I'm going to do her now." Krishan turned the dazed principal around, placed her hands on a nearby shelf, and sunk his dick into her pussy.

"Can I have a turn after?" Shriya stood next to the mating couple. She unbuttoned Sneha's jacket, rubbed her burgeoning belly, and cupped her heavy boobs as Sneha absorbed Krishan's thrusts from behind.

"Of ... ah ... ah ... course." Krishan had that dreamy smile on his face that he got with his women.

While still groping Sneha, Shriya leaned back in and whispered in her ear. "And you need to do something else for us."

"Wwwhhhhhaaattttttt?" Sneha's brain warred between the wrongness of their requests, and the rightness of the pleasure they showered upon her.

"You need to seduce Tarun. That is the bond that truly builds our power." Shriya reached her hand under her own skirt and stroked her button. "But don't worry, it should be easy. Almost all young men with pretty moms would say yes to their mother's pussy. Right?"

"Yeah ... that's the truth ..." Krishan plowed her harder at the thought of Sneha riding her simpering son. Would she tell Tarun that it was Krishan's baby inside her?

"You want ... me to ... uuuggghhhhh ..." The thought of taking her eighteen-year-old son into her bed seared at her brain. "... to have sex ... with Tarun?"

"It's not a matter of want, Sneha. We're not asking," Shriya purred. "We need you to do it. You're going to have sex with my ex-boyfriend. And you're going to do your best to make sure he likes it. That he comes back for more. And when you need a real cock, Krishan will be waiting for you."

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh." Sneha's mind smoldered with the thoughts the twins put there. She would do it. She would give these teenagers anything they wanted. If they wanted mothers, she would bring them the very best ones she could find. If they wanted her to corrupt her own sweet son, then that is what would happen. A massive orgasm took control of her body and soul.

A little while later, Shriya stood with her legs spread wide. Her principal squatted in front of her, licking Shriya's pussy for all she was worth. Shriya could tell this was Sneha's first time servicing a woman, but Sneha's enthusiasm made up for her lack of skill. And the wife and mother would learn how to please a woman over time. Shriya would certainly give her lots of practice.

"Are you close? We have to get back to class soon." Krishan stood next to his sister, his still hard dick pressed against her hip. He played with one of her puffy nipples, kissed her narrow neck occasionally, and listed to her mewl.

"Am I ... doing ... it ... okay?" Sneha said between licks. She knew there was a puddle of Krishan's cum on the concrete floor below her, as his stuff slowly dripped out of her vagina. She still wore her jacket and blouse despite the twins' nudity. She hoped Shriya's wetness wasn't dripping on her nice suit.

"Good ... enough." Shriya's legs shook uncontrollably. "I'm ... there ..." She dug her nails deeper into her principal's hair, forcing the woman's pretty face deeper into her pussy. "Yyyyeeeesssssssssss." It wasn't the best orgasm she'd ever had. Heck, it probably wouldn't be the best orgasm of the day. But it would do. Shriya's nerve endings continued to spark as they dressed afterward.

Once they all had clothes on, Krishan looked over at Sneha. "Your face is a mess. Hey shriya, do you have a towel in your bag?"

"Oh, yeah." Shriya unzipped her backpack and pulled out a small towel. "Here you go." She handed the towel to Sneha and watched her wipe Shriya's cum off her face. It was a beautiful sight.

"That looks better." Krishan took the towel from the shellshocked woman. "Text me when you have a mom for us and we'll meet you here. Okay?"

Sneha nodded.

"And don't forget to take care of Tarun." Shriya slung her backpack over her shoulders.

"Oh, my." Sneha had such a strange feeling in her belly thinking about what she was going to do. Would Tarun even want her?

"We'll take that as an affirmative." Krishan gave her a thumbs up. "We'll leave first, you wait a few minutes. Okay?"

Sneha nodded dumbly again. She would do whatever those teenagers asked.

~~

 

[hotaks]

How nice it was to have her bedroom to herself. Anushka undressed, shivered in the cold, and quickly got under the covers. Outside her window, she could just barely make out the large flakes of snow making their steady fall to earth. She curled up on her side of the bed and snuggled into her pillow.

With Ganesh gone, she had her whole king-sized bed to herself. She stretched out and scooted to the center. She could sleep wherever she wanted. What a strange feeling. It had been so long since Ganesh wasn't beside her. She stretched her body out in the cold sheets and let sleep take her.

Dreams flowed around her. The tight embrace of thorny vines gripped Anushka. The more she struggled, the more the thorns dug into her flesh. It was too much. She was trapped.

"Mom." Krishan's voice carried into her dream. "Wake up, Mom."

The vines shook her by the shoulders. Her eyes fluttered open. Her son stood in the darkness above her, shaking her awake. He wore his flannel pajamas, and his blond hair stood every which way. It looked like he'd just woken up, too. "Krish? What is it, pumpkin?"

"Mom ... I ... um ..." He bit his lip and smiled down at her deep, brown eyes, just barely visible in the gloom. "Could I ... I mean ... are you lonely?"

"What?" Anushka shrugged away her evil dream away and sat up, holding the sheet over her naked breasts. "What are you talking about?"

"I was wondering if you wanted company in bed tonight with Dad gone." Krishan's smile turned hopeful.

"Do you need me to take care of it again? Because you and your sister tired me out tonight. And that was ..." She looked at her bedside clock. "And that was only four hours ago."

"No, Mom." Without waiting for an invite, Krishan got under the covers. He snuggled into the warmth of the bed, sliding up right next to Anushka. "I just want to be close to you and ... you know ... fill in for Dad while he's gone."

"You think you're the man of the house now that he's gone, is that it?" Anushka sighed and let his slender body nestle up to her curves. She turned onto her side, and his face was only inches from hers. His club of a penis knocked on her pregnant belly like it wanted to get in.

"Does the man of the house get unlimited blowjobs?" Krishan kissed the tip of her nose.

"Well, I guess." Anushka rolled her eyes.

"Then I'm the man of the house." Krishan laughed along with his mother. He put his hand on the top of her head and pushed her slowly under the covers.

"I thought this wasn't about taking care of you again." Anushka let him move her down. It was so warm and cozy under there. Once her head was even with his penis, she pulled down his pajamas and underwear, running her fingers along his great length.

"That was before I knew about my man of the house privileges." Krishan lay on his side as his mom took him in her mouth. "Oh, Mom. My dumb dad doesn't know what he's missing."

"Mmmmmmmm." Anushka rolled her tongue around that bloated head. She would never grow tired of that magnificent cock.

Later, with a belly full of cum, Anushka sighed contentedly and let Krishan spoon her as they drifted off to sleep. How nice that she wouldn't have to wake in a panic and rush back to her room later. She was in her own room, with her loving son wrapping his arm around her. She could get used to that.

In her dream, Anushka looked for the heart of their mansion. She could hear the steady thump behind the fireplace in Krishan's room. She found a secret button, pushed it, and watched burning fire turn sideways. Time to find the center of everything. She descended down the stairs. So many stairs. She must have traveled beyond the basement, beyond the house's foundation. Deeper and deeper into the earth she stepped, her hand brushing against the wall, her feet carefully taking each stone step one after another. After a while, the wall under her fingertips grew warmer. The beating of the heart grew louder.

The stairs ended against a stone wall. Anushka felt around for some way through, her finger depressing a small button. The wall spun. She looked through the gap she'd created into a long room. A small, tweedy man sat reading Turgenev in an armchair. He looked up and smiled at her. Behind him, on the wall, was a tall grandfather clock. Its machinations were open to the world and truly horrific. The gears were made of broken bone and grisly sinew. The pendulum hung from ropes of intestine. And the pendulum itself was a human heart that beat with each swing. Blood spurted from the thing every time it pulsed, pooling at the base of the clock.

The man's smile faded as he took in her face. He turned to look where her gaze fell, then turned back to her. "Oh, that." He shook his head. "Not our doing, I assure you. But when life gives you lemons ..." He shrugged.

"Where am I?" Anushka looked around the room. Was it a library? The walls were covered in shelves, and the shelves were covered in books and other miscellany.

"Good question. You are a sharp woman." The man said. "I've always liked that about you. You are ... you are ..."

The room blurred and the man's voice echoed.

"Mom?" Shriya's voice filled Anushka's head.

"What?" She opened her eyes to see her daughter's pretty face only a few inches from her in the dark.

"I said, why is Krish sleeping with you?" Shriya screwed up her face like Anushka had just given Krishan the jar of cookies, but had offered none to her other children.

Krishan snored softly behind Anushka, his arm tight around her, his hand firmly holding her round belly.

"Oh." Anushka blinked her eyes. "He was concerned I'd be lonely."

Shriya smirked. "He's trying to replace Dad."

"No, that's not it," Anushka whispered so that she wouldn't wake up her son.

"Well, if Krish gets to replace Dad, so do I." Shriya slid under the covers. "Okay?" She latched her mouth on Anushka's large nipple and drank her milk.

"Oooohhhhh." Anushka cupped the back of her daughter's head and let her drink. "You can both fill in for him until he gets back." How sweet it was to have Shriya at her breast. Krishan snored, Shriya gulped, and Anushka found her bed a good deal more crowded than it had been.

Eventually, of course, Shriya's hand made its way down to Anushka's pussy, and she brought her mother to a trembling orgasm. Anushka then returned the favor. When they were satisfied, Shriya turned over on her side, facing away from her mother, and the three spooned as they slept.

The great library waited for Anushka in her dreams. The man looked up from his book, with his warm, avuncular smile. "Back so soon?"

"You ... um ... didn't answer my question." Anushka couldn't take her eyes off the dreadful clock, tick-tocking away. She realized that what was once the heart of a woman had become the heart of a house.

"You're in my home." The man looked around the expansive room. The coved ceiling was painted like the nighttime sky. "This is the wilds really. My old place was nicer than this, but I had jealous, bitter roommates."

"You're the Devil." Anushka took a step back and put a hand to her bosom. Her long, Victorian dress, trailed on the stone floor in front of her as she backpedaled.

"That's an ugly perspective." The man frowned. "And lacking in truth. I am the brightest of the angels. The Day Star, kindler of freedom."

"Well, hello, Day Star." Anushka stepped closer to him again, her feet treading on a colorful, finely woven rug. Day Star didn't look terrible. Just a frumpy, little man. "What do you want with my family?"

"Ah, the lioness out to protect her cubs." Day Star stood and bowed. "Never fear. It is not what I can take, but what I can give. I want only to ease the burden of His rules. God binds humanity so tight, that people cannot help but pop under His pressure. I ease His restrictions. God and I actually got into a bit of tiff over this. He didn't seem to want to hear any other points of view."

"You corrupt people." Anushka eyed him carefully as she moved away from the roaring fire that had been her entryway into the room.

"Corruption is simply taking a complex, tightly bound thing and returning it to its baser parts." Day Star shrugged. "So ... guilty. I guess."

"You corrupted me." Anushka's brow furrowed.

"I gave you a choice. You chose Not me." Day Star sat back in his chair, he looked bored with the conversation. "Anyway, would you go back? I could put you in that real estate office right now. Mr. Petter is just warning you about the house. You could take his warning this time, cancel the sale, and never move into Mansion. I'll give you a do-over, if you like." He held up his fingers like he was about to snap them, waiting.

Anushka didn't know what to do. She stood silently for a long time.

"See?" Day Star dropped his hand without snapping his fingers. "It's morning now. Time to wake up."

"Time to wake up, Mom." Krishan shook his mom as golden sunlight streamed in through the window.

"Oh, good morning, pumpkin." Anushka blinked her eyes open. What a fitful night. "I was just having the strangest dream." She looked around. Her bed was full. Krishan on one side of her, sitting up and smiling. Shriya still sleeping on the other side. And beyond her daughter, Ileana slept soundly, too. When had she come into the room?

"Can we start off the day with some ... you know?" Krishan's hopeful smile widened.

"Without your father here, will this be a constant thing with you?" Anushka sighed, she reached under the sheets to pull off her panties, but found they were already gone. She let her son climb between her legs. Her dream slipped from her mind about the same moment that massive penis slipped inside her.

"Yes." Krishan nodded earnestly as he watched her heavy boobs rock to their movements. He so admired the way they hung to either side on her chest.

"Ooohhhhhh. You're so big this morning. Uuuuggghhhhhhhh. So deep." Anushka opened herself to his thrusts and let him go to work. She looked over at the sleeping women in bed with her. Krishan had so many choices now, she was flattered he still wanted his mother. She turned her gaze back up to her grunting son. "Not too ... uh ... uh ... long now. You have to ... get ready for ... school."

"I know ... ugh ... Mom. I'll be ... quick." Krishan humped her for another half hour before he had his first orgasm of the day.

~~