Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

In the middle of the night, Krishan woke with a start. Starlight filtered in through his open window from the moonless sky outside. What the heck, the window stood open again, letting in the cold night air. Why did it keep doing that? He knew he'd closed it this time. Krishan looked to see if his bedroom door was open too. It looked closed. Krishan didn't think Nayanthara would be responsible for something so petty. Or mean. She was so sweet to Krishan.


The sound of a muffled smash carried into his room through his closed door. It was a noise like someone dropping china on the floor. And then he heard a man's voice, also muffled by the door, but nearby.

"Who's the father, Nayan?" The man said. He had a quiver in his voice. The sound of someone on the edge. "Your little friend sung to me. Sung like a pretty bird. I know that is not my child you carry."

A pop sounded, like a firecracker, and Krishan's body jerked at the noise. He pulled his covers up around his chin and lay perfectly still.

"I will not countenance the buck's face, Nayan," the man said.

Krishan had read enough to know the man was saying he wouldn't allow his wife to cheat on him. To make him a cuckold.

"Come on out, Tommy." The man's voice dripped menace. "Tell me where your mother hides." The voice was closer to Krishan's door now. Five more pops went off, accompanied by the sound of splintering wood.

Krishan held his breath. Was his door locked? He heard the tinkling of metal. He guessed that the man carried a revolver and he'd dropped the spent bullet casings on the floor to reload.

A sudden awareness spread through Krishan's nerves. There was someone else in the bedroom with him. All his muscles contracted when a white shape sped toward him out of the shadows by the dead fireplace. He gave a long sigh when he saw Nayanthara's kind face. Her presence was somewhat less comforting when he saw her  eyes were wide with fright. She wore a long white nightgown that covered her ankles.



"Come now, young one," Nayanthara whispered. She offered her left hand to Krishan and the binary diamonds on her ring shimmered in the starlight. She looked over her shoulder at the door and then back to Krishan. "We mustn't let him find us here. He suspects our congress."

Wordless, Krishan took her hand. He'd forgotten how cold she was, her icy grip firm. He allowed her to pull him out of bed. The smooth floorboards beneath his bare feet were almost as cool as the woman's hand. Thank goodness for the warmth of his flannel pajamas.

"Storm's coming, Nayan," the man said. He might have been right outside the bedroom door. There was another clattering crash and two more pops. "When it arrives, even the Devil won't save you."

"Hurry." Nayanthara pulled Krishan directly toward the fireplace with some urgency.

As they approached, Krishan realized that the hearth was somehow sideways and a yawning black gap looked out at him from either side. "What?" He let her lead him into the darkness. They paused on the other side of the fireplace, Nayanthara moved her free hand against the wall, and with a quiet grinding the hearth swung back and closed them off from the bedroom.

"I had the builders install this hidden stairway without Vijay's knowledge." Nayanthara's voice held a muted tone in the enclosed space. "Even early in our marriage, he was a man of moods ofttimes deplorable. And, of course, the workmen were eager to please the lady of the house." Her frozen hand held firmly to Krishan's warm one. "Careful now, there's a step here. Good. And now here." She reached up and gripped his elbow with her free hand as she guided him down the winding stairs in the black. "Vijay still knows nothing of this passage."



"Thank God for that." Krishan took step after cautious step down and down.

"Yes." There was a smile in Nayanthara's voice. "Or someone."

"Where are we going?" Krishan opened his eyes as wide as he could but could see only blackness.

"The basement, dearie." Nayanthara steadied Krishan as he almost lost his balance. "And here we are, no more of those dreadful stairs, you brave boy." There was the sound of a flipped switch and then slow grinding. The basement hearth turned sideways and Nayanthara pulled Krishan through.

The living room down in the basement was the largest room in the house. There was a treadmill left by the previous owners in one corner and a billiard table that also came with the house nearby. They had put a couch down here and had perched their television on a carboard box near the fireplace. The only light in the room came from a nightlight Ganesh had plugged in near the stairs.

"I can't believe it." Krishan looked around as the fireplace swiveled closed behind them. "A secret staircase." He let the woman pull him over to the couch. She sat down and had him lie next to her, his head in her lap. The chill seeped out of her as she played with Krishan's hair, but he didn't mind.

"We'll be safe down here, darling. He never looks for us down here." Nayanthara paused and let the quiet around them bolster her words. "You must have had such a fright. I know just the thing to sooth you." She shrugged her arms out of her nightgown and lowered the garment past her breasts. Her nipples stood out prominent and dark on her alabaster breasts. She slid her hips down to the edge of the couch and propped Krishan's head on her bulging belly. "There now, drink and calm yourself."

"I don't understand." The icy tips of her fingers pressed against his cheek and turned his mouth toward her breast. With her other hand, she squeezed her right tit and plopped the nipple between his lips. Then Krishan understood. The sweetest, most delicious tangy flavor filled his mouth and he gulped it down. The temperature was the same as milk taken straight from the fridge. All his muscles relaxed and Krishan gave into the most wonderful drink he'd ever tasted.



"There now. That's a good boy." Nayanthara looked down at him with a soft smile. "Everything's better now. I'll take care of you."

"Mmmmmmmm," Krishan said.

"I just have a favor to ask, Krish." She stroked his cheek softly as he drank. "If I am to maintain my visits, you'll need to have your mother take another step. She is most resistant to me, you see."

"Mmmmmmm?" Krishan continued gulping that sweet, cold milk.

"Have her take care of you again. But this time, darling, I'd like her to use her breasts to satisfy your cravings." Nayanthara purred the words. "Understand? Those ruby-tipped globes are wasted on that father of yours. Clear enough?"

Krishan nodded and sucked. Nayanthara wanted him to coax a titjob out of his mom. There was some aversion on Krishan's part to the idea, but he would do anything to keep Nayanthara around. And one little titjob wouldn't hurt anyone. He'd just have to find a way to convince his sweet mother. Krishan drifted off to sleep at Nayanthara's breast.



Birds sung and cool morning light fell over Krishan's bed. He woke with a start and sat up in bed. He knew the night's events had been no dream. He needed to find the courage to do as Nayanthara asked. Even if it took some time, he'd find a way.

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Anushka made breakfast Saturday morning. The kitchen was finally coming together. Ganesh and Anushka had installed the new stove the day before and it worked perfectly. Also, they now had a dishwasher, thank God. The sink worked as it should. They'd even done half the countertops. Of course, this was only part of one small room and they had a whole mansion to update. But slow and steady wins the race.

"Where's Krish?" Anushka called over her shoulder from the stove.

"In the shower, I think." Shriya called back from the dining room table where she read a book. She knew what her brother did in the shower, which is why she had taken the unoccupied bathroom on the other side of the second floor as her own. Boys were so gross.



Ganesh stepped up next to his wife and gave Anushka's round bottom a good smack. "Sure you don't want to come with us? Who knows what secrets we'll unearth at the library?"

"I'm sure, Ganesh." Anushka smiled at him and flipped the bacon in the pan. "I could use my beauty rest."