Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"No. I mean yes. We're not friends." Krishan had the ghastly image in his mind of Ileana shoving his dick in the lock and turning and turning.


"And your magic countervails his." Ileana nodded. "Yes, this room is special. I see the truth of these things. It was built for a dark purpose." She walked the rest of the way toward Krishan and stood over him. "I'm sorry, Maxamed," Ileana said without looking at her husband. She took hold of her panties and wiggled them off her hips and down to the floor.


"I don't know anything about that." Krishan looked up at her. Despite the situation, her soft skin, curves, and nipples weren't helping his dick deflate. "Can you just let me go?" His eyes fell to the triangle between her legs.





"It is you who will let us go." She reached down and touched the head of his penis with the tip of her index finger and wiped away a little pre-seminal fluid. "Key," she said and then took her finger and placed it between her legs. "Lock," she said. "God preserve me, it is such a mighty key." She heard her husband struggle against the bear more fiercely, but she couldn't bring herself to look at him.


"Um ... I don't think this is such a good idea." Krishan tried not to glance over at her helpless husband. He could see the man in his peripheral vision give one more fit of effort to free himself from the bear and then slump, defeated in its arms. "Your usbandhay is right aretha." Krishan watched her closely, but Ileana gave no indication she'd heard him. "With an earbay." She had a dreamy look on her face.


"Deep down, I guess I knew this would happen." A sly smile crept over her face as she mounted his lap. She reached down, grabbed Krishan's monster, and guided him in. "I tried to tell myself otherwise, but I missed this. I really did miss your ... ahhhhhh ... monster. You ... uh ... uh ... fill me like nothing else."


"Ugh ... Mrs. Ileana." Krishan squirmed but could do nothing else. He heard her husband's muffled cries through the bear's paw, but Krishan put that out of his mind. Her pussy felt fantastically tight and her boobs wobbled beautifully as she bounced on him. He focused on that. "Maybe we ..." But he lost his train of thought as his eyes followed her bouncing, brown boobs.





"Dear ... ah ... ah ... Krishan." Ileana put her hands on his shoulders and grunted as he dug her out. His tool was truly magical. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Unleash a deluge inside me ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... and free us from this dark place." She leaned her head back, arching her back, and felt the young penis grind inside her. It felt like it wanted to punch through her belly. Ileana let out a long cry. She loved it. An orgasm swept through her. It carried with it such pleasure that it let her touch paradise itself.


The couple mated for a long time, with the dead bear and Maxamed bearing witness. Poor Ileana bounced her small body up and down like riding a horse to the point of exhaustion. That massive penis racked her with ecstasy. She had orgasms, one on top of the other, and by the time Krishan grunted out his own climax inside her, Ileana's muscles were all quiver and burn.


"Yes, yes. Stake your ... claim." Ileana's vagina clenched on the erupting thing inside her. She grimaced and closed her eyes, pushing down to plant him as deep inside her as possible. "Turn ... ugh... the lock inside me."





"Aaaahhhhhh." Krishan wanted to reach out and grab her, to feel her curves. But he was still tied tight. Neither of them even heard the thump as the bear unceremoniously dropped Maxamed's limp body to the floor.


~~


Hansika woke with a start. Something needed protecting. She climbed out of bed and threw on a dress.


"Where are you going?" Karun's sleepy voice called from the darkness of their bed.


"I need a glass of water." Hansika moved to the bedroom door. "I'll be right back."


"Okay." Karun rolled over and was already snoring by the time Hansika exited the room.





Keys, jacket, purse. Hansika's body moved almost on autopilot. By the time she'd backed her car out of the driveway, she knew where she was going. The Mansion. She put the car in drive and sped away.


~~


Still breathing hard, Ileana lifted herself off Krishan. She looked down and could see semen dripping from between her legs in large, white droplets. She looked over at the bear and saw her husband laying on the floor in front of it. The creature no longer moved and had gone back to its original, devilish pose. "Maxamed." Ileana stumbled over to him and kneeled down. She caressed his face with her sweaty hand while sperm continued to fall to the floor below her. "Are you hurt?" It seemed that Maxamed was in a semiconscious state. Ileana quickly dressed and then helped her husband to his feet. "Can you speak?" But he could only mumble incoherencies.





"Could you untie me now?" Krishan strained against the ropes but they held firm. He saw that the door to their room stood open and he very much wanted to leave. "I don't want to stay here." He watched husband and wife stumble toward the exit. " Ileana? Ileana?"


"I'm sorry, Krishan." Ileana looked over her shoulder. "I don't know what would happen if I untied you. Your thing is still hard. I must take care of my husband." She then guided the helpless man out of the house and back to their car.


"Well, shit." Krishan looked around the room. "Nayan?" Nothing. He didn't want his mom to find him like this. Or worse, his sister. Or even worse, his father. Or, the truly frightening option was Vijay waltzing in that door while Krishan sat tied to a chair. Footsteps sounded on the floor outside the room. Krishan struggled again. He stared out into the dark hall and prayed.