Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Anushka pictured her little man running naked down a soccer field with his monstrous package swaying from side to side. She smiled at the thought. "No," Anushka agreed.


"And what girl would want to be with something that large?" Ganesh shook his head and released the pressure on the wrench. The leak stopped. He'd done it. "I worry about him with girls, Anu."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. I'm sure some girls would be interested." Anushka blushed. She could still taste her son's salty effluence on her tongue. 

"Point made, Anu. I trust His plan." Ganesh turned to look up at his wife. She looked so radiant and beautiful. Truly full of life. He smiled. "You always seem to -" A whining hiss came from the valve and then a spray of water. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit." Ganesh stood, pushed past Anushka and raced down the hall toward the main shutoff in the basement.

Anushka sighed and went to get some towels. They were going through a lot of towels lately.

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That afternoon was when Krishan finally started to panic about Nayanthara. He searched the entire house and found nothing out of the ordinary. He listened for that telltale ticking clock, but it was gone. He'd hoped Nayanthara would return when he'd had sex with Hansika that morning, but she hadn't. Then, his mom blew him after college, and he thought Nayanthara would definitely show up to encourage or congratulate him. But nothing.

Could Nayanthara be hurt? Did she need his help? Starting in the basement, Krishan searched every inch of the house. Except, of course, for the locked room and the hidden stairway. He couldn't get into either of those places. He finished his search in the empty west tower room. Nothing.

"Nayan?" Krishan walked up to one of the slightly curved windows and watched the reds and purples of the setting sun over the prairie. "Nayanthara?" There was no reply.

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At dinner, Ganesh and Shriya talked politics while Anushka sipped her red wine and Krishan glumly pushed around broccoli on his plate. He felt a tap on his ankle and looked up. His mom had just kicked him lightly with her bare foot to get his attention.

"You okay, Krish?" Anushka raised an eyebrow. "Is everything ...?" She subtly nodded toward his crotch under the table. Ganesh and Shriya continued their conversation, oblivious to the other half of the family. "Is everything good with you? Physically, I mean?" She could feel her cheeks grow hot, but it was a mother's duty to look after the welfare of her son.

"No, I'm okay with that right now." Krishan quickly glanced at his bloviating father and then back to his mom with that shy smile on her face. "I'm just ..." He sighed. "Never mind. Can I be excused? I have a bunch of homework."

"Sure thing, pumpkin." Anushka frowned and watched Krishan take his plate into the kitchen.

"Bye, Mom." Krishan walked back through the kitchen and out to the hall. His dad and sister continued their conversation, ignoring him.

"Bye, sweetie." Anushka's eyes followed his skinny butt as it disappeared out the door. Teenagers were so moody. One moment, he's smiling down at her as she gulped his semen. The next, he's barely making eye contact and disappearing to his room. She shook her head. Things were complicated. She'd give him some space and then check in with him tomorrow. That set Anushka's mind in motion. Tomorrow the Samatars were coming over for their one-week follow-up. What did she need to do to prepare? Anushka started a mental list.

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On the bus ride to college the next day, Krishan listened to another voicemail Hansika had left him. It was clear from the timing, that she was waiting for Karun to go to work before risking the call.

"Hello, Krish. I'm ... sorry about how yesterday ended." Her voice was thin and reedy on the recording. "I didn't mean to ... the last thing I'd do ... well, I'm just really sorry. Okay? I haven't always been there for you. But ... I'd really like to see you. If you feel like cutting college again, I'm at home. Okay, bye."

Krishan sighed. He wasn't that angry at her for teasing him. But he wasn't feeling great about it either. The real feeling eating at him was his worry for Nayanthara. He felt sick with dread that something terrible had happened to her. He texted Hansika back. Busy with college today. I'll check in later. He added an emoji of a dog skateboarding for good measure.

"There is a darkening in this house. Do you feel it?" Maxamed eyed his wife as they set up their communication circle in the empty west tower. She wore her normal veil and flowing dress, but something about her outfit irked Maxamed. Maybe it was the immodesty of her wrists. He could see an awful lot of brown skin just below the sleeves. He frowned and continued to pour his salt lines on the old hardwood.

"I feel it." Catherine  nodded with solemnity at her husband. "We dealt the demons a blow last week. This week I think we will wipe them from this Earth."

"Yes, indeed." Maxamed finished his lines and sat cross legged in the circle, careful not to stretch his suit trousers. He tossed his black tie over his shoulder. He thought of the inhabitants of this house. The children away at college. The husband and wife blissfully minding their own business fixing the bathroom downstairs. And all the others that dwelled in this space. He looked at the flat black dreamstone they'd placed at the center of the circle and thought he could see a faint vision. It was a solar system of spirits. A fertile feminine planet, with so many moons. A large, frigid outer planet, quite masculine and on an erratic elliptical path. And other small celestial bodies, quickly gliding around a large dark, pulsing star. Maxamed often got his visions in this way, a translation of what is and was. He tried to use the demons from his vision to locate the demons in this house. "Sit with me, woman."

"Yes." Catherine  moved inside the salt circle and sat cross-legged opposite the dreamstone from her husband. She watched the matte, black stone, ready for whatever vision ,.' would bestow. The next thing she knew, her husband and the room were gone and she stood in the library doorway downstairs. Catherine  had never had a vision this strong before. She sucked in her breath and blinked. Trying to bring herself back to the room with her husband, but she could not.

The walls were hung with strange portraits she'd not seen before. The lighting flickered and she looked at a sconce on the wall. She recognized the whale oil lamp from her books on history. A loud slapping sound startled Catherine  and she slunk further into the shadows of the doorway. She peeked down the hall to see a large man shaking a  woman by the shoulders.

"You're nothing but a bitch in heat." The man let go of her shoulders and backhanded her across her pretty, freckled face.

The woman fell to her knees. "It wasn't me, Vinay. It was the house." She looked up at him, wilting on the floor. Tears ran down her  cheeks and caught the lamplight. "This house wants something from us."

"Where's the boy?" Vinay loomed over her, with dark, black eyes and a drooping black mustache.

"Please, he's only nineteen." The woman's hands went to her belly and Catherine  noticed for the first time that under her long, flowing dress, she carried a pregnant belly.



Vinay reached down and slapped her again. She cried out and fell sideways, now lying prone on the floor.

"You're a smart woman, Mrs. Samatar." A voice just over Catherine 's shoulder nearly gave her a heart attack.

"Who's there?" Catherine  turned to look back into the dark library. Standing just a few feet behind her in the shadows of the unlit room was the same woman that was lying out in the front hall. Except, this version of the woman was not pregnant. She looked deathly pale, and she had cuts and bruises wherever her long-dress left her skin exposed.

"I am  Nayanthara ." Nayanthara gave the dark-skinned woman a little curtsy. "And as I said, you are smart. What do you witness out in my hall?"

Catherine  looked back out the doorway and saw the man grab a fist full of the other Nayanthara's collar and hoist her up in the air.

"The boy?" Vinay hissed.

"Never," the hallway Nayanthara said.

Catherine  turned back to the library Nayanthara with wide eyes. "The birth of demons," she whispered.

"Poetic." Nayanthara's smile would have been pretty but for the oozing blood and missing teeth. "And not far off. Vinay is a monster of the first order. I tried to stop him, but I could not. I only delayed him. And now I am weakened, Mrs. Samatar. Most feeble." Nayanthara let out a raspy cough. It sounded like she had fluid in her lungs.

"I will not help you, demon." Catherine  knew of demonic tricks. She looked back into the hall where Vinay choked hallway Nayanthara with both hands, her feet dangling above the floor. Hallway Nayanthara sputtered two words. "The ... baby ..."

"What do I care for another's vile babe?" Vinay lowered his right hand and unbuckled his belt. "You behave the trollop. I'll treat you as a trollop." He lowered his trousers.

"Sickening." Catherine  turned away from the scene in the hall and stepped into the room, closer to the library Nayanthara. "You planted that hellish phallus in my home."

"Your husband brought it into your home." Nayanthara shook her head slowly. She reached her hands to her belly, but there was no pregnancy there to protect. "And I don't control such things."

"I will not help you." Catherine  closed her eyes and willed herself back to her husband.

"I ask not for myself. I ask for the boy." Nayanthara sighed in exasperation. "I am stuck here and cannot help him."

"I will not help your demon child." Catherine 's words bit into Nayanthara.



"Not that boy." Nayanthara's voice began to fade. "Krishan. Go to him and see that he is safe. Do whatever you must to comfort him."

"What?" But it was too late. First a surge of heat flashed quickly through her slim body, then a wave of nausea swept over Catherine  and she was back in the tower room with her husband. She pitched sideways and lost consciousness.

"Catherine ?" Maxamed rose quickly. His wife had fainted. A wind blew through the circular room and spread the salt all about the floor. Maxamed could feel a great evil receding. Whatever his wife had done, it had worked. "Catherine ?" He felt her pulse and it was strong, thank ,.'. He lifted her up and carried her downstairs.

Behind him the matte stone shook and cracked. Pulsing red fissures spread along the black mineral in meandering paths. The glowing red embedded in the rock looked almost like living veins.

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"Where am I?" Catherine  opened her eyes to find herself in a strange bedroom, lying on top of the covers on an unknown bed. She smiled when her eyes focused and found the concerned face of her husband. Ganesh and Anushka also looked on by the foot of the bed.

"You're in our guest bedroom." Anushka's half-smile was weak and worry etched itself in lines on her face.

"What ..." Catherine  tried to sit up but her head fell back on the pillow, pushing her veil down on her forehead. She reached up to adjust it with trembling hands. "... happened?"



"I am not sure." Maxamed watched his wife very closely. "You seem to have expended a great energy to rid this house of the demons that plagued it. I've never seen such a thing before. You even broke our dreamstone. I've tested the house thoroughly with every instrument we possess. This house is now clean." A faint, proud smile passed across his dark lips. "Can you walk? It is time to fetch the children from your mother's."

"I don't think so." Catherine  tried to lift herself again, but she found that a deep fatigue had settled in her bones. "Perhaps you pick up the children and I'll rest here for a little while?"

"Yes." Anushka nodded and looked for confirmation at her frowning husband. "We would be happy to have you stay. Wouldn't we Ganesh?"

Ganesh grumbled. He was ready to be done with this circus. But he nodded his assent.

"I'll bring you some soup and you can rest until you regain your strength." Anushka nodded again, happy to have something to offer these helpful people. "You can even stay the night, if it suits you."

"We could not impose." Maxamed eyed the woman and her hospitality with suspicion. "But if you would care to make a donation, that would be very much appreciated. We performed a difficult task here." He actually had no idea how his wife had done what she'd done, but it did indeed seem difficult.

"We're a little short on funds." Anushka shrugged and gave Maxamed an apologetic smile.

Maxamed nodded his accord. "We do have such needs."

A faint snore came from the bed. Maxamed, Ganesh, and Anushka all looked back at Catherine . She'd drifted off to sleep.



"I will fetch my children now." Maxamed looked around the guest bedroom, and then pressed his lips together. "I will call in two hours' time. If my wife still sleeps, I will take you up on your hospitality. There are no more demons in this house. She may rest at ease."

"Of course." Anushka nodded. "We'll take good care of her."

"Thank you." Maxamed turned for the door. He had to collect his equipment, drive over to his mother-in-law's house, take his children home, feed them, bathe them, and put them to bed. It was not father's work, but he could make do for one night. His wife deserved a good rest after what she'd accomplished.

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