Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"There's something different about you." Ganesh looked at his wife across the dinner table. "New haircut?"


"No." Anushka shook her head and blushed. Was her husband really so clueless? She'd made a deal with a dead woman. That deal had somehow changed her body. More importantly, she'd done irredeemable things with her eighteen-year-old son. "Nothing's different."



"She's just wearing different clothes, Dad." Krishan eyed his broccoli and pushed it around his plate with his fork.

"Yeah, Mom. You're always on the frumpy side of things, but you really went the extra mile tonight." Shriya pointed at the oversized shirt Anushka wore over her dress. "Is that one of Dad's sweatshirts?"

"Yes." Anushka nodded and took a sip of water. "I think I'd like some wine tonight. Do you want some wine, Ganesh?"

"Yes, to wine." Ganesh stroked his beard. "But it's not the clothes. Something else changed, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"It's nothing," Anushka said in a hushed voice. She quickly stood and rushed into the kitchen to fetch a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"I'll have some wine, too," Shriya called after her.

"When you're twenty-one." Ganesh gave his daughter a stern look. "Not a day before."

"Here you go, Ganesh." Anushka returned to the dining room with two glasses and the bottle. She put a wine glass in front of her husband and looked at the red liquid sloshing back and forth, thinking of that hellish glow that had emanated from her breasts, hips, and between her legs. What sort of bargain had she struck? Anushka didn't know.



"Thank you." Ganesh looked up at his wife as she stood next to him eyeing her wine. "You can sit back down now."

"What?" Anushka's cheeks flushed a deeper red and she returned to her seat. "Sorry, I was just thinking." She placed the wine bottle in the middle of the table and took a long sip from her wine.

"Good ... broccoli." Krishan had yet to take a bite. His cheeks also turned rosy as he thought about why his mom might be so nervous. Krishan had invaded her earlier that day. He'd plundered her and stretched her. It was more than strange trying to pretend everything was normal when it wasn't. Krishan felt a bit woozy. Would her pussy tighten back up or would it be different now?

"What's up with you two?" Shriya watched her brother closely. "You're acting weird, Krish."

"It's just been a long, strange day, Shriya." Ganesh watched his wife finish off her wine and pour herself another glass. "What with the prowler and everything."

"I want us to bring in an expert on the supernatural, Ganesh. I feel like our house is haunted." Anushka looked over at her husband with soft, brown eyes.

"Not this again." Ganesh took a bite of chicken and chewed. "Even if I thought it was a good idea, we don't have the money. That and ghosts aren't real."

Anushka was tempted to refute his pig-headedness by telling Ganesh about her experiences that day. She could strip right there at the table and show him what the mansion had done to her. But she would never hurt her husband like that. She chose a different tack. "King Saul brings in the Witch of Endor to communicate with prophet Samuel's ghost. And it works. The ghost talks to them." She took another sip of wine. "I'll find someone who'll help us for free. I promise."

"Your own Witch of Endor?" Ganesh could feel himself losing this argument.

"Something like that." Anushka nodded and polished off her second glass of wine. She poured herself a third.

"Fine." Ganesh sighed. "But I don't want this getting in the way of our remodel."

"Fine." Anushka nodded. She could get a handle on the situation.



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