Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Shriya worked her way through her calculus. She sat cross-legged on the sofa, her phone playing white noise to help her concentrate. The cavernous room felt almost cozy.


"That math looks hard," an unfamiliar voice said. "I always tried to study in this room too. The fire always made it so snug and comfy."



Surprised, Shriya looked up to see a boy roughly her age leaning against the great timber mantel. Even more surprising, a fire now roared in the fireplace. The white noise on her phone shifted to the crackling and popping of a blazing fire. Shriya felt the room swim around her. Were those animal heads on the wall? But like in all dreams, she accepted the fantastical as mundane. The boy had short hair, freckles. "I'm sorry, who are you now?"

"I'm Sunny. And you are Miss ...?" Sunny bowed and raised his eyebrows, clearly looking for her name.

"I'm Shriya." She giggled. He had such strange affectations. "How old are you?" Shriya put her homework down on the coffee table and brushed her long hair behind her shoulders.

"I'm nineteen." Sunny finished his bow and leaned back against the mantle with an air of insouciance. "Always nineteen."

"Well, that's very strange. I'm eighteen, but not always." Shriya laughed again. "For example, just a few weeks ago I was seventeen."

"I see." Sunny smiled. "What sort of games do you like to play?"



"I don't know. Mostly 4x strategy games." Shriya looked around the room. Where had all the ornate furniture come from? The fire cast everything with an orange glow, but offered no heat.

"I don't know what that is, Miss Shriya."

"What games do you play?" Shriya smiled at this odd boy.

"I play carnal games mostly. Those are the most fun. Don't you think?" Sunny looked down at his trousers and there was an obvious bulge growing there. Soon it was an impossibly large tent.

"Oh, my. What's that?" Shriya's smile faded.

"Do you want me to show you?" Sunny shrugged out of his suspenders and reached down to unbutton his trousers.

"No. I don't want to see it." Shriya shook her head. "It's too big. Too big," she shouted.

"Shriya, sweetie?" Anushka's voice echoed around the room.



Sunny, the fire, and his other manifestations shimmered and then disappeared.

Anushka walked into the living room. "What's wrong, Shriya?" She had a measuring tape in her hand and a look of worry on her face. "I heard you shouting."

"It was just a bad dream." Shriya looked around the room in bewilderment. Everything was just as it'd been when she walked in a little while ago. "I just drifted off while studying." She picked up her homework off the coffee table.

"Oh, okay." Anushka nodded. "I'm going to go help your brother with something, then I'll check back in on you."

"Thanks, Mom." Shriya waved her off. The white noise on her phone crackled and popped.

"Sure, pumpkin." Anushka stepped back into the hall and headed back to the study.

~~

"Wow, Krish. Is it even bigger than yesterday?" Anushka kneeled in front of her son, tape measure in hand. She looked at that great hanging thing, a formidable leviathan not yet wakened from its slumber. Her gaze went behind it to those two tumescent balls. The rough flesh was crisscrossed with little purple veins running every which way.

"I don't think so." Krish looked past his mom at Nayanthara who quietly stepped in from the hallway and gently closed the study door behind her. She put a pale finger to her pink lips and smiled at Krishan. Her bustled dress made no sound as she gracefully stepped into the room.



"Well, let's get this over with." Anushka reached out with her left hand, hesitated, and then took hold of the soft shaft. "It's so warm." She brought the measuring tape up and unwound it. "Five, six, seven, eight inches. Goodness, Krish. You're longer than your father is when he's erect." Anushka hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"Really?" Krish watched Nayanthara as she stood behind his mother. Nayanthara put her hands together and then slowly pulled them apart until there was more than a foot of distance between them. She nodded, and offered a sweet, proud smile when she saw that Krishan understood.



"Okay, eight inches it is." Anushka put down the measuring tape on the floor, but for some reason she hadn't yet released her son's penis. "Maybe those micro boxers will work. Seven is pretty close to eight."

"Uh, Mom." Krishan tried not to stammer. "We should ... see how long it is hard." Krish looked at Nayanthara as she vigorously nodded and then his gaze fell to his mom's pretty eyes. Three was a nervous tension in those eyes.