Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Krishan marched up Mansion's front walk. He passed weeds and decomposing pavers. His twin, Shriya, walked quickly ahead of him. She wanted to call her boyfriend or something. Behind him the sounds of the college bus driving away faded. Krishan suddenly felt queasy as the ground shifted under him. He blinked his eyes and was no longer in the same place. He stopped and tightened his grip on his backpack straps, looking around in the gloom.

A chill ran down Krishan's spine. How had it gotten dark so quickly? He looked around to see that his initial take was wrong. Actually, he was in the same place. He stood on the front walk, but it was nighttime. The mansion belched out orange, glowing lights from its windows. Around him, instead of weeds, he could see flowers bobbing in the breeze.

"Out of the way, boy." A harsh man's voice split the silence behind Krishan. "The Lady's had an accident." The man shoved Krishan to the side.

"Who?" Krishan tripped and fell into the flowers. Now seated on his butt, Krishan watched the procession of several men hurrying up the walk. Down on the driveway, a horse whinnied, and Krishan noticed a black carriage waiting.

"Come with me, Krishan." A soft woman's voice carried on the evening air.

Nayanthara appeared before him, but she looked different. She wasn't pregnant, and she was cut, bruised, and bleeding. Krishan's palms went clammy at the sight of her. She walked up to him in her bustled dress and offered a bloodied, white hand to help him up.



"Nayan? What happened to you?" Krishan took her hand and was surprised to feel warmth as she squeezed his fingers and pulled him up.

"Nothing I wouldn't do again. A mother's duty, above all else, is to protect her loved ones from harm." Nayanthara brushed Krishan off. "There now. Let us walk. You do not want to see what those men bring forth in a few minutes." She took his hand again and pulled him down a path that led around the house.

"Where are we?" Krishan looked up at the Victorian detailing on the house above him. So intricate and brightly painted. It looked nothing like the faded façade he was used to.

"We're in the past, dearie." She led him toward a small, neatly trimmed rose bush. "I am not well, and this is the only place I may appear to you now."

"What do you need me to do?" Krishan stopped with Nayanthara at the rose bush and watched her delicately touch a red rose with her bloodied left hand. She wore no wedding ring.

"These roses were always my favorites." She leaned forward and inhaled deeply. "Magical, don't you think?"

"Nayan" Krishan gave a cursory sniff. They did smell good. "I need you back with me in the present. How can I help you?"

"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" She turned and regarded him with bloodshot eyes. "There is a woman sleeping in your guest bedroom. When she wakes, introduce her to your bludgeon. There would be much power for the house in her sacrifice." Nayanthara shook her head, the orange glow from the house's windows shining in her green eyes. "Vinay once again has rendered me low, but I have risen before. Do this for me and I will rise again."

"What, exactly, do you want me to do?" Krishan was afraid she'd just asked him to seduce a strange woman in their house.

"Entice her down the prurient path." Nayanthara became almost transparent. She leaned in and took another long smell of her favorite flower. "Do this for me or this may be our parting." She then faded into nothingness.

" Nayanthara?" Krishan spun around looking for any sign of her and found himself back in broad daylight. The rose bush was again overgrown and the house, as he looked at it, a shadow of its former glory. He took a deep breath to calm himself and smelled the beguiling scent of the roses. He wondered who he'd find in the guest bedroom.

~~

"Krish, come here a second. We have to talk." Anushka caught Krishan as he came home from college.

"Sure, Mom." Krishan had butterflies in his stomach thinking about what Nayanthara had asked him to do.

Anushka led Krishan into the library and closed the door behind them. She then told him about all the events of the afternoon. It was hard to give him the news that Nayanthara would no longer visit him. "I know you liked Nayanthara, so I'm sorry I have to tell you all this. But it's really for the best. Nayan wasn't a good influence."

"Nah, Mom. She's not gone for good." Krishan nodded his head earnestly.



"You're not hearing me, pumpkin. Mr. Samatar did tests with all his instruments. The house is now free."

"Okay, Mom." Krishan didn't want to argue.

"So, you're fine with saying goodbye to Nayanthara?"

"Sure."

"Well, then. Do you need some help with your thing?" Anushka blushed a little and looked down at the bulge in her son's pants.

"Not right now, Mom. Thanks." Krishan opened the door and looked back at Anushka. "I've got a lot of homework, maybe later. Bye."

"Really? I thought ..." But Anushka was talking to an empty doorway as Krishan fled. She shook her head. Teenagers were such mercurial beasts. Just yesterday, she'd thought Krishan would be constantly pestering her for sex. Now he seemed disinterested. Maybe he'd found another girl. Or maybe freeing the house of its spirits had returned the him to normal. Anushka reached up and hefted her large breasts. That didn't seem right. She dropped her breasts and headed out of the library. She'd need to check in on Catherine  soon.



~~

It was well past midnight when Krishan exited his bedroom. He'd waited for everyone to go to bed, and then given it a little extra time. Catherine  was still asleep in the guest bedroom. She'd only waken once that afternoon, to sip at some soup Anushka brought her.

The house slept along with its inhabitants. Silence filled the second-floor hall. Krishan crept past the unfurnished open living room on his left and the grand stairs to his right. He snuck past his parents' room and opened the door to the guest bedroom where Hansika and Karun had slept just a few nights ago. The thought of Hansika tugged at Krishan. He'd see her again soon, he assured himself. He slipped into the bedroom and closed and locked the door behind him. He flipped on the light.

There on the bed was Catherine  Samatar. She slept curled on her side on top of the covers, still wearing her veil and full-cover dress. Krishan stepped up to the bed. How was this going to work? He stood there and prayed that Nayanthara would appear and help him, but of course she couldn't. He was doing this for her.

"Catherine" Krishan touched her shoulder and shook her gently. He really hoped she wouldn't scream when she woke up. "Wake up, please."



"Maxamed?" Catherine  blinked her eyes and stretched. She felt much better after all that sleep. Almost like charging up a battery. It took her a second to remember where she was. When she saw Krishan, she recoiled and moved to the other side of the bed. "What do you want, Krishan?" Her face softened. A sudden feeling of protectiveness for this young man flooded through her.

"Oh, good. You remember my name." Krishan smiled. "I ... well ... this is awkward." He looked into her almond shaped eyes. She was a beautiful woman.

"Where is your mother and father?" Catherine  realized her feet were bare and showing. She tucked them up under her dress.

"They're asleep. It's late." The butterflies in Krishan's stomach flapped harder as he tried to think how this might go. "So, you got rid of the ghosts, right?"

"Yes." Catherine  nodded, remembering. "Yes, the demons are gone."

"But I still have a problem."

"What is it?" Catherine  knew that she needed to take care of Krishan. That was the only clear thought in her mind.



"Well." Krishan unbuttoned his pants. "The ghosts changed me down there and it hasn't gone back to normal." Technically true. "Can you help?" He did need her help with it. He wasn't really lying.