Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Mom ... I'm going to cum ... in your butt." Krishan smashed into his mother with long powerful strokes.


"Yes ... yes ... please." Anushka heard his soft grunts and then felt the first splash of heat inside her. "Oooohhhhhh." She had her third anal orgasm as Krishan unloaded in her. It was pure magic.





When he finished, Krishan pulled out of her with a plop. He watched the cum run from her asshole. "It's beautiful, Mom."


"Really?" Anushka stayed bent over for him, since he seemed to like what he was seeing. "I thought it might be ... gross or something."


"It's perfect." He gave her butt a light slap to let her know he was done.


"Thanks, sweetie." Anushka took off the lingerie, and they got in the shower and cleaned each other off. Then they both returned to their respective bedrooms.


~~


In Anushka's dream, she fed and fed Nayanthara. She prepped, cooked, and presented meal after meal. The pregnant woman sat at Anushka's dining table and ate but was always hungry for more. Nayanthara would finish a steak, or some blanched greens, dab her pink lips with a napkin, and say, "More, please."


Always more. The larder ran low on provisions. Soon, Anushka would need to go to the neighbors to see what they had to offer. Anushka's bustled dress rustled as she moved hurriedly around the kitchen. She could hear Nayanthara's belly grumble with hunger. Anushka needed to prepare more food. Soon, the whole kitchen shook with Nayanthara's hunger.





"Wake up, Anushka." Nayanthara stood over the sleeping beauty in the master bedroom. She shook Anushka on the shoulder. "Hurry."


"What?" Anushka woke from the dream, shot up in bed, and looked around with wide eyes. The whole bedroom shook. She could hear the metallic rattling of the bedside lamp as a rumbling moved through the house. She saw Nayanthara and automatically pulled the sheet up over her exposed boobs.


"Your children are in danger." Nayanthara's pale face had none of its usual warmth. She looked frightened. "Your daughter caught the interest of Vijay when she allowed that boy inside her. Hurry." She offered her left hand to Anushka and the housewife took it.


"My husband?" Anushka looked over at Ganesh as he snored next to her, oblivious to the chaos in the house.


"Vijay has no interest in him." Nayanthara nodded earnestly even though it was not the full truth. "Come quickly."


"Right." Without thinking, Anushka rose from bed, clasped hands with Nayanthara, and rushed out into the hall. "What do we do?" She could feel the quaking vibrations travel through the hardwood floor with her bare toes.





"Go to your daughter's room, Anushka." Nayanthara led her down the hall. "There is a sachet from the Ileanas by the door. Lock the door behind you and bar it with the sachet."


"What about Krish?" Anushka held her boobs with her free arm as they walked quickly.


"I will protect your son." Nayanthara waddled a bit with her pregnant belly, but she moved surprisingly fast.


"Really?" But Anushka knew it was true. They passed the railing to the grand stairway and a black shadow rose toward them from the floor below. Anushka couldn't spot the shadow's source, but the penumbra had a masculine aspect and a malevolent bearing.


"And she invites the vile seed into her very bed." A dark booming voice called up from below. It was Vijay. "Villainy."


Anushka didn't wait to see the shadow's source. She ran faster. Clad only in her panties, the house's midnight chill seemed to clutch at her bare skin.


"Do not deviate." Nayanthara gave Anushka's hand a squeeze and a little spark moved between them. The women parted outside Krishan's door. Nayanthara slipped into his bedroom, and Anushka lunged up the stairs to the east tower.


"I will drive these sins from you, woman." Vijay's voice followed Anushka.


Anushka opened Shriya's door, stepped through, and locked it behind her. She found the sachet and went to lift it, but it felt like a bowling ball. Heavy footfalls sounded on the stairs outside the door. Anushka bent her legs, strained herself, and dragged the sachet in front of the door. Painting with excursion and fear, she stood there for a moment as the heavy, lumbering gait grew louder and then stopped.


"King David had eight wives." Vijay hissed through the door's solid wood planks. Clearly, he was just on the other side of the door now. The house continued to shake. "And his son, Solomon, had 700 and 300 concubines. They were not men of God." A loud bang rattled the door.


"Oh, no." Anushka turned and ran to her daughter's bed. She dove under the blankets and hugged Shriya close. Another bang shook the door. The house's quake subsided. The presence outside the door grew quiet. Soon, all seemed normal.


"Mom?" Shriya opened her eyes in bewilderment at finding her naked mother under the covers with her. "What's going on?"


"It's okay, pumpkin." Anushka hugged her daughter against her breasts. "Go back to sleep. I'm just keeping an eye on you tonight." She trembled as her fear and adrenaline subsided.


"Okay." Shriya's mind was slow with sleep. It was weird having her mom in bed with her, but it was also cozy. She drifted back to sleep in Anushka's arms.


~~


The masonry around the fireplace in Krishan's room gave a loud crack as the mansion trembled. Krishan sat wide-eyed in bed. Relief washed over him when Nayanthara walked through his door and closed it behind her.


"Quick, into the fireplace passageway." She moved across the bedroom, her large belly swaying before her. She moved to the fireplace, flipped a switch, and the hearth swiveled open.


"What's going on?" Krishan wanted to ask about her pregnancy, but it clearly wasn't the time. He got out of bed and felt the cold floor with the bare soles of his feet as he raced toward Nayanthara.


"Vijay is cross with your sister." Nayanthara beckoned him, her freckled face half lit with silver moonlight. "But I do not anticipate a confrontation this time."


"Is Shriya okay?"


"Yes." Nayanthara nodded. "I sent your mother to watch over her. Along with one of the Ileana sachets."


"Good. Are we going to the basement again?" Krishan stepped into the black entryway and shivered at the cold. He was glad for his flannel pajamas. He hugged himself tight against the chill that emanated from those secret stairs.


"Not this time, dearie. But don't worry, you'll be safe." She did not follow him into the black. Instead she flipped a switch, and the hearth swiveled to shut him in.


"Nayan?" Krishan felt around the cold stone in the dark. "Nayanthara?" He raised his voice and banged on the wall, but got no answer. There was a faint light behind him. He turned and waited, trying to make out what the light was. After a time, he cautiously walked toward it, one hand on the wall for guidance. He felt each step for the stairs, but they never came. Instead, his toes touched something warm, and grainy. Krishan looked down in confusion. Sand? He looked up and the world was suddenly bathed in warm light.


Stretching out before him, a long sandy beach arched against some unknown coastline. Ahead of Krishan, a wooden bench sat in the sand. A flock of ducks waddled around the bench, quite out of place on the sunny beach. Even more out of place, a man in a tweed suit sat on the bench and tossed bread to the ducks. Krishan couldn't see the man's face. His hair was blond, longish, and combed in an old-fashioned sweep to the side.


"Excuse me?" Krishan walked over the uneven sand, wiggling his toes in the warmth. "Where am I?" Krishan stepped around the bench and looked down at the man.


"You are in the stairway, of course. It's your home." The man smiled up at Krishan with a kindly face. He had deep gray eyes and a noble, if somewhat faded, demeanor. "Which is also my house, not coincidentally."


"Who are you?" Krishan took in the man's finely crafted suit and the brown paper bag of bread crumbs the man held on his lap.


"I am a Day Star. Also called Son of the Morning." Day Star smiled helpfully. He tossed some more bread to the gathered ducks that waddle around. "Such lovely creatures. Do you know their mating habits?"


"No." Krishan shook his head. "I don't think you're supposed to feed them bread. It's bad for their stomachs or something."


"We've only just met and you're already giving me rules." Day Star's smile faded. "Humans." He shook his head. "But I suppose you're right." He folded up the bag and put it beside him on the bench. He then stretched his arms and stood. "Come, walk with me." Day Star had a slight frame and stood a few inches shorter than Krishan. He meandered down the beach.


"What's wrong with rules? Rules are good." Krishan jogged to catch up with him and fell a few feet to Day Star's right. "And I know the Latin for Day Star."


"Of course you do." Day Star nodded. "You're a smart boy. Now, why did you bring me all this way to your secret stairway?"


"I didn't bring you here." Krishan looked up as they passed under some coconut trees. Up ahead, there was a makeshift shelter made from broken fiberglass and wood.


"No?" Day Star shrugged. "Well, since we're here on this lovely beach, we might as well get to know each other."


"Will you answer my questions honestly?" Krishan regarded Day Star carefully. "You have a reputation for ... um ... prevarication."


"That's a very nice way to put it. Don't worry, I love questions, Krishan. And I respect those with the courage to ask them." He glanced at Krishan with an appraising look. "I was banished from my home for asking too many questions. I wouldn't want to be a hypocrite."


"I made the deal with you, didn't I?" Krishan eyed the shelter as they passed. There was a firepit outside half covered in sand. The place looked abandoned.


Day Star laughed, a bright clear sound. "Yes, indeed. Nayanthara is my friend and partner."


"And now you own my soul or something?" For the first time, Krishan felt some fear around this little man.


"No, no, no." Day Star shook his head. "Souls are beyond me. They're beyond Him, too, you know. He didn't create all this like he'd have you believe. He wandered into it. He's a sad little man sitting on a hill, yelling at humanity to love him. Vanity is His biggest flaw."


"Yours too, right?" Krishan stepped a little to his right and walked into the lapping waves. The cool water felt so good.


"Maybe." Day Star nodded. A sad smile flitted across Day Star's face. " I will surely die breaking a rule. But it will be well worth it. There are too many people telling us what to do, Krishan. It is up to us to decide what's right and make what we deserve."


"What do you get out of our deal?" Krishan looked out over the horizon and was surprised to see the reds and purples of a setting sun. It had been midday just minutes before.


"Did you not hear how I feel about His rules?" Day Star arched an eyebrow. "You know, He breaks his own rules all the time. Hypocrisy is easy from atop the hill." Day Star stopped their walk and looked at Krishan. "Our time is up. Nice talk. Thank you for the questions."


"Wait." Krishan stepped toward him. "I have more questions." But even as he said it, the beach faded and he found himself walking out of the fireplace in his room. He looked around, but he was alone. The menacing sounds of Vijay had turned to silence. Krishan checked his door, to make sure it was locked, and then climbed back into bed. He found that his pajama bottoms were wet around the cuffs, so he took them off and tossed them on the floor. He lay awake the rest of the night, thinking about his conversation with Day Star. 


~~


It was still dark outside when Anushka woke in Shriya's bed. She was under the covers, laying on her side, and felt the most wonderful feeling in her right breast. As she came to her senses, she realized that she was still holding her daughter tightly, and there was a faint smacking sound nearby. Was her ...? It couldn't be. Was her daughter sucking on her nipple?


"Mmmmmmmmmm." Shriya sighed. Her mother's milk was so sweet and warm, she gulped it down as she suckled from Anushka's right boob.


"Shriya?" Anushka cradled Shriya's head in her hands. She was holding her there and abetting this perverted act, but she couldn't let her go. "Not you, too. You have to stop, sweetie." She didn't want Shriya to stop. That would be a terrible loss.


Shriya took her mouth off the nipple and licked the underside of Anushka's boob. "It's just a dream, Mom. Don't worry about it. You don't have milk in real life anymore."


"This isn't a dream." Anushka reached for her other boob and squeezed her own nipple. Her fingers came away wet. "I do have milk. How is this possible?"


"It's magic," Shriya said dreamily. She lowered her mouth and went back to sucking her mom's tit. "Mmmmmmmmmm."





"Oh, pumpkin." Anushka cradled Shriya against her and cooed. Feeding her eighteen-year-old daughter that way was another step in her journey with perfidy, but it felt so right. They cuddled under the covers and Shriya rhythmically sucked. Eventually, the girl's hand meandered across the gentle curve of her mom's belly. "Britt, what are you doing?"


"Mph mmm mph mph." Shriya's words were unintelligent.


"No. You can't." Anushka felt Shriya's fingers slide under Anushka's panties and move past her triangle of hair. "You really can't do ... oooooohhhhhhhh." A new pleasure surged through Anushka as Shriya's finger slipped inside her wet vagina. "Sweetie ... nnnnooooooooooo ..." But Anushka hunched her hips back and forth as the finger worked her.


Shriya spit the nipple out of her mouth, but kept fingering her mother. "This feels real. This isn't a dream, is it?" She wanted to stop, but she couldn't find the will. "Are we ...?" She felt her mom trembling. "Are you going to ...? Then she felt Anushka convulse and squeal and Anushka's vagina contracted around her finger. She had just given her mom an orgasm. Shriya's own pussy was incredibly wet. This was so much hotter than anything she'd done with Tarun. Her mother was so soft, warm, and pliable. She tried to regain her composure. "I'm sorry, Mom." It was an awkward thing to say with one's finger in another's pussy. "I thought this was a dream, and ..." She felt Anushka's delicate hand move inside her pajama bottoms and under Shriya's panties. "Ooohhh, Mom." Shriya shivered as two of Anushka's fingers massaged Shriya's clit in little circles.





"Drink some more, sweetie." With one hand she pressed Shriya's mouth back to her breast, with her other, she stimulated her daughter's clitoris. "Just a little more, and then we'll stop."


"Mmmmpphhhh." Shriya gulped down more milk, and her hand went back to work on her mom's pussy. She inserted another finger. And then another. She plunged them in and out while Anushka rubbed Shriya's pussy. "Oppphhhhh Mmmmoooommmppphhh." Shriya groaned around the nipple in her mouth. Her nerve endings sparked with the first orgasm given to her by someone else. Improbably, her own mother.