Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Yes?" Krishan was not sure what the right answer was.


"Good." Anushka thought about something and her shoulders tensed. "Did you tell her about us? I know how pillow talk goes."


"No." Krishan shook his head adamantly. "I haven't told anyone."





"Good boy." Anushka squeezed her pussy on his penis and felt Krishan flex his giant thing back at her. "I'm disappointed you didn't listen to me and you kept seeing her. But I understand how it is with teenagers. You are a horny lot." Anushka smiled at him. "Promise me you'll use condoms from now on. No matter what the girl says about birth control."


"I promise." Krishan would certainly try.


"And you can't sleep with your sister-in-law again." Anushka tried to look cross, but this was hard to do while naked and straddling her son's lap. "I won't have her break Karun's heart."


"I promise." Krishan reached up and fondled her boobs. He was confident that he wasn't really going to get in trouble. He thought about what would have happened if he'd told his mom about knocking up his sister-in-law before they'd moved into Mansion. It would have been fire and brimstone. But now, not so much.


Anushka sighed and her hips rocked back and forth. "Okay, maybe one more time before I make dinner. Your father should be busy in the basement a while longer." It was actually well past the hour she'd given herself, but Anushka felt optimistic. "Fill me up ... one ... more ... time." She bounced her hips and she could hear the slurping sounds as that hard penis displaced the sperm he'd already dumped inside her. Why did sex with her son have to be so perfect?



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The car slid to a stop in the snowy parking lot. Maxamed was a couple miles from the Anderson house, but he didn't want to park any closer. He didn't want the house to see him coming. The wheels slipped and spun as Maxamed pulled into a spot. Tonight was a perfectly lucid night for Maxamed. He felt clear headed. He'd woken at two in the morning, sneaked out of bed, and with the knowledge of exactly what he needed to do.


Maxamed got out of the car, opened the trunk, took out the tiki torch and lit it with his lighter. Not a roaring fire, but plenty good enough to burn the vile place to the ground. It seemed odd to hike down the street with a lit torch, but with the falling snow he needed something to help light his way. His boots crunched in fresh powder as he began his walk.


A while later, he arrived. Pulling his jacket tight around him with his left hand, Maxamed held the torch up with his right. He blinked in the snow at the shadow of the two towers rising above him. "You cannot have my wife," he whispered.


Maxamed trudged down the front walk. The snow blanketed the place in silence. When he reached the front door, he was surprised to find it wide open. Was this the house's invitation to its own destruction? Maxamed stepped in and held the torch aloft. The mansion was not as he remembered it. There were strange, dark paintings on the walls and new furniture. people were always changing their décor. A door to his left stood open and a warm glow flickered from inside.


A flash of memory hit Maxamed. That was where he'd taken the boy for his exorcism. And something else had happened in there. Something horrible. Maxamed decided to start the fire there and then wake up the Krishan to flee. Once the fire got going, they wouldn't be able to stop it. He strode across the large entry room, past the main stairs, and into the once locked room. He stopped dead in his tracks upon entering the room, his heart nearly beat out of his chest. Behind him, the door swung silently closed.


"Welcome to my favorite room, Mr. ...?" A tall man in a three-piece suit and top hat lounged in an armchair at the far end of the room.


"Ileana." Maxamed ogled the man and his surroundings. The man had a thick, dark mustache and the blackest eyes Maxamed had ever seen. Smoke rose slowly from a pipe in his left hand. The room contained a sofa, a sideboard, a glowing oil lamp, and the armchair. Maxamed suddenly remembered tying Krishan to that chair. The room's most striking feature, however, was an enormous brown bear that stood right next to the armchair and leaned its left forepaw on the man's right shoulder. It watched Maxamed with hungry intensity.


"The man tipped his hat at Maxamed. "I am Mr. Vijay and this is my home." He took a puff from his pipe and blew smoke up into the air, watching it writhe and twist.


"You are mistaken, this is a demon's home." Maxamed held the torch in front of him, as if it would ward off this new evil.


"The devil has his hooks in this place, to be sure." Vijay nodded with thoughtful purpose. "But so does God. For I am His agent, messenger, and guardian. And He is filled with wrath."


Maxamed eyed the sofa. A good place to start a fire. The bear moved slightly, shifting its weight. God help him, the thing was alive. Maxamed had hoped it was taxidermy. Maxamed's knees began to tremble.


"But He does recognize your countenance." Vijay's gaze shone cold in the room. "And he cares not for it. Are you so wrapped in your possession of a woman that you would commit arson upon my house and burn alive those living in it?"


"I'll get them out first."


"That is a poor plan." Vijay's smile seemed more ice than human flesh. "It is said that to colonize a land, the colonizer must first till its soil, consume its fertility, and reap its harvests."


"You talk in riddles."


"It is metaphor." Vijay sighed and looked over his shoulder at the bear. He nodded. The bear looked down with a sad, ursine face and nodded back. "I don't see as much as I used to. As the years pass, my vision darkens and shadows move through my house. But He has told me that your wife has already been colonized by that witch."


"Who? What witch?" Maxamed was beyond confused.


"You hear that clock?" Vijay paused and cupped a hand to his ear. The tick tock of a great grandfather clock somehow made its way into the soundproof room. "That was a wedding gift from my wife's father. When her treachery became clear, I cleaved and hung her various parts in place of the clock's pendulum and weights. The fucking thing kept ticking. Hell of a sight, that was. I moved the clock's parts inside her. I'm happy to tell you that she no longer went tick tock tick tock."


"That's horrible." Maxamed took a step back and looked over his shoulder to see the door closed behind him. "It can't be true." His pulse now beat in his ears.


"For he is God's servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God's wrath on the wrongdoer," Vijay chewing on his smoking pipe. As he sucked in, the embers reflected red in his eyes. "You came tonight to foment fire and realize murder. That He cannot suffer. That I cannot suffer." He nodded at Maxamed and the bear lumbered out from behind the armchair. Standing at its full height, it was greater than ten feet tall. It walked on its hind legs across the room.


"Back. Get back." Maxamed's voice wavered. He turned to the door, but it was locked. He then turned back to face the beast. "Help. Somebody help me." He held the torch before him. The bear was only a few feet away. Maxamed could smell its sickly-sweet breath, and see the torchlight glistening on its sharp, yellowed incisors.


"They cannot hear you." Vijay laughed. "No one will hear you."


The bear knocked the torch away from Maxamed with a mighty arm. The flame extinguished as it clattered to the floor.


Maxamed made his last earthly sound, a keening, plaintive scream. But Vijay was right. No one heard him. No one came to his rescue.


To be continued……