Chanakyan's love

Twenty two

Gowthami

The feminine region between my legs tingles and clenches, awaiting Chanakya to do whatever he desires in there...

My opening again pulsates at the thought. The convulsing is rapid and stronger that it almost hurts. This is fascinating yet so odd.

"Ratchasi,"(Demoness) I don't turn around, instead, I stare out the window and spot the crescent hanging up in the dark sky, bright and exquisite. It's comforting to gaze at it, makes me feel less nervous about the beast who has now closed the door and is stalking towards me.

"Isn't the crescent beautiful Chanakya?" I ask once he wraps his hands around my waist from behind. It was rigid and the more he tightened, the more I got turned on.

"It is, Gowthami," he says and starts to plop kisses on the side of my neck and gives one long lick from the base of my neck to the underside of my jaw. I squeeze my legs together when I sense the wetness dripping through my opening.

The lewd fluid would have fallen to the floor If I hadn't shut my legs. But now that I've closed them, the slimy and sticky liquid has spread around my inner thighs.

"Gowthami," he calls in a whisper and bites on my earlobe. "Hmm?" I hum in rapture, but shudder when his hands, which were previously on my waist, cover both my breasts in a strong grasp.

"It's so squishy," he squeezes them within his callous and hard palms, prompting a whimper to drop out of my lips. He's handling my breasts alike wet flour, molding them into different shapes and crushing them recklessly. At one point, he clashes both the sensitive bosoms together and rubs them against each other, in a downward and upward motion.

Through the strings of pleasure that have wrapped around my whole being, runs a sting of pain, provoking hisses out of my mouth. I'm going insane, my legs feel vulnerable and there's a warmness spreading from my core to the whole of my body. I would prefer us to do this on a mattress because I don't think I can stand upright for longer...

As my eyelids were shut, I couldn't behold Chanakya's expression. However, by the aggressive kisses and bites he imprints on my neck, I know he's relishing this moment of destroying my innocence.

All of a sudden, Chanakya halts all his actions and twirls me around to face him. Before I can make sense of anything, he lowers his head and claims my lips. The way he moves his lips against mine gives me no space to react. All I could do was take in the bliss he was offering me.

Within seconds, the kiss becomes brutal. His lips were soft but the atrocities they did weren't anywhere near the same. And the way his mustache and beard scratch against my chin and upper lip causes my skin to burn, yet I wonder why I love it?

Taking me by surprise, Chanakya breaks the kiss and swirls me around, pushing me against the wall in an effortless manner. I seal my eyelids when he presses himself to my back...

I could feel his dick. It's large and erect. Weirdly, my vagina begins to throb when his dick made contact with the crack of my butt cheeks, through the layers of our clothes.

I'm not letting him insert it into me now. No matter how desperate I am, I want to do it on our first night, after we're bonded together in the sacred union, our marriage.

But at the rate at which Chanakya's touching me, I don't think he would be able to control himself. "Chanakya..." I grit through my teeth as he bites and chews on the skin on my bare shoulder, after moving the clothes away.

"Enna," (what?) he asks into my ear and begins to fondle my butt cheeks over my churidar. "Don't go too far..." He chuckles, and abruptly, clasps my bare butt cheeks as he sneaks his hands through the clothe. The sensation was mind-blowing and the raw touch had my jaw drop. I was speechless, couldn't form a coherent sentence, and just relished the way he kneaded the supple skin.