Fantasy Actress Roleplays

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Sneaking wasn't really Shriya's thing. She was too pure and honest a person. But she was also a teenager, and Krishan watched her sneak Tarun in through the front door a little after his parents went to bed. The euphonic shadow of a clock that had returned to Mansion finished chiming ten when they slipped into the tower room. Krishan sighed. Tharun was a fine person, but he felt a little jealous about Shriya's boyfriend.
 

 
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This was the craziest thing Ileana had ever done. She stood just outside some one front door. She'd fled a war-torn country. She faced down more than two dozen demons with cousins and later her husband. She'd raised children in this strange place. She sighed. And now she had also defiled her consecrated promises to Maxamed. Twice. And she was about to do it for a third and final time.
 
The door creaked open as she stood there, fiddling with her thumbs. She wore a long, dark blue dress and a dark veil. Perfect for sneaking. Ileana looked into the darkness and could see Krishan's welcoming
 And then his sweet smile.
 

 
"You made it," he whispered. "I'm so happy to see you. Come in." He waved her in like it was normal for a married wife to visit him at the witching hour. He wore plaid pajamas and no socks. His bare toes wiggled on the hardwood floor.
 
With a stutter of hesitation, Ileana followed Krishan into the house. He took her hand in his, a remarkably intimate gesture, and led her into the main living room. Ileana was shocked to find the room much changed. A roaring fire crackled in the hearth. The walls were adorned with nineteenth century portraiture and stuffed animal heads. She recognized some of the game. The furniture was also entirely out of place. Or maybe out of time.
 
"What is this place?" Ileana's almond-shaped eyes widened as she looked around.
 
"You see it, too?" Krishan gave her hand a squeeze and closed the door behind them. "Good. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going crazy." He pulled her toward a long, striped sofa with rolled arms. "Let's sit by the fire."
 
"The room is beautiful." Ileana let the teenager sit her down and she looked over at him. Despite his youth and meagre physique, she found him quite pleasing to look at. "And you look very handsome, Krishan." She looked down at her lap. She shouldn't say such things.
 
"Was it hard sneaking away tonight?" Krishan gently stroked the back of her left hand.
 

 
"It was." Ileana nodded. And with her free hand, she removed her veil without him even asking. She wanted to look beautiful for this young man. Everything was so strange. She shook out her long, black hair. "I don't know what Maxamed would do if he caught me here." That was a lie. She knew exactly what he'd do.
 
"Wow, you look fantastic with your hair out." He admired the way her wavy hair caught the firelight. "I mean, really pretty. You know ..." Krishan lifted her hand and kissed her just below the knuckles. Her skin was soft, warm, and smelled like flowers. "I don't know what you look like under that long dress you always wear. Since this is our last time together, could I see ..." He kissed her hand again very gently. "... under your dress?"
 
"Since this is the last time." Ileana nodded and stood. She pulled her hand away from his and stepped in front of the fire. She reached down with her hands and pulled her dress slowly up her body. As the hem passed her hips and her belly button, a little surge of panic flashed through her. But she continued. She pulled it up past her breasts, encased in a black bra, and then the dress went over her head. She folded it neatly, turning away from Krishan, and placed it on the hearth.


 
She knew as she bent down, she was giving him a good look at her panty-clad butt. She straightened and turned to him. "How's that?" She cocked her hip a little, but was unsure how to make herself look sexy.  She wanted to look sexy for this boy.
 
"You look amazing, Ileana." Krishan looked her trim body up and down. "Could you possibly take off your underwear?"
 
"Yes." Ileana bent down and took off her shoes and socks. She then slowly lowered her panties. She saw Krishan's eyes fix on the triangle of black hair between her legs and she looked off to another part of the room as she reached back to unclasp her bra. She gazed into the glassy eyes of a stuffed gazelle head. The poor beast looked stunned at the turn of events that had led it to that living room. Ileana could identify with the feeling. She removed her bra and placed her arms over her bare breasts. She was naked.
 



 
"Could I see your boobs, too?" Krishan took off his pajama top and hung it on the side of the sofa. The fire felt warm on his pale skin. He pulled off his bottoms and his underwear and let his dick flop free.
 
Ileana's gaze returned to Krishan and fell down to his lap. "God preserve me, you have such a mighty tool." She dropped her arms and let her breasts hang out in the open. Was her motherly body really worth so much fuss? Maxamed didn't seem to think so.
 
The wife stared at his penis, and the eighteen-year-old boy stared at her boobs. The breasts were not so large, and they hung a bit. She had nearly nipples, with a large areola. Krishan admired the little stretch marks at the top of her breasts. His dick got harder still.
 
"I want to show you something I learned." Krishan stood up and guided her to a sitting position on the edge of the hearth.
 
"Would you like me to ... you know ... service you now?" Ileana looked up at him with soft eyes, her pupils dilated.
 
"No thank you." Krishan sank to his knees and spread her legs. Everything about her pussy "You were so nice to sneak out and see me tonight. I want to do something for you."
 

 
"What are you doing down there?" She felt him spread out her lips, exposing her clit. "No one has ever touched me there. You shouldn't ... ooooohhhhhhh ... oh no ... mmmmmmmm ... it's ... nice." She felt his tongue dart out and lick her slit. Quickly, he was alternating between licking and nibbling on her protruding lips and lapping at her clit. She vaguely knew people did this sort of thing, but she hadn't ever considered it for herself. If she had known how it felt all along, she might have gathered the courage to ask her husband for such treatment.
 
"You ... taste ... really good .... Ileana," Krishan said between licks. There was nothing sweeter than slurping a married woman's pussy, Krishan decided. Especially now that he knew what he was doing. He worked a finger into her as well, and really gave Ileana the full treatment.
 

 
"There ... just there ... ooooohhhhhh ... that spot ..." Ileana placed her hands a little behind her and leaned back, opening herself up to him more. Through unfocused eyes, Ileana looked up at the strange room and was startled to see the woman from her vision sitting on a nearby armchair with her legs crossed.
 
Nayanthara looked much better than when Ileana saw her last. Her face was unblemished and uncut. Her long, bustled dress was untattered. Her smile was full of warmth.
 
"You ... you ..." Ileana couldn't finish her thought as Krishan's tongue rocketed her off with a powerful orgasm. She shook and her fingers pressed into the hot stone.
 
"How was that?" Krishan looked up at her, his face glistening in the orange glow.
 

 
 
"Marvel ... marvelous ..." Ileana pointed to Nayanthara. "But there is ... a demon ... here." She should have been afraid, but all she felt was the buzzing afterglow of an intense orgasm. Something she was becoming familiar with.
 
"What?" Krishan raised his eyebrows and turned his head. He smiled when he saw it was only Nayanthara smiling back at him. He looked back up at Ileana. "That's Nayanthara. She's friendly." He kissed the inside of her trim thighs. "You want me to eat you out some more, or should we try other new things?"
 
"Other new things." Ileana shivered. Such crude language. Her ears were not used to such things, but she let Krishan move her from the fireplace to the bearskin rug.
 

 
"This doesn't have to be the end, Ileana." Nayanthara's voice was sweet, light, and without a care. Above all else, it was beguiling. "The bond, the pact, the contract made. We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation, sweet Ileana. You could feel these things again and again. The world was made for such pleasure. Quench yourself."
 
"No." Ileana shook her head as Krishan maneuvered her onto her belly with her legs pressed together. She looked up at Nayanthara and cried out when Krishan's penis entered her.
 


 
 
Nayanthara shrugged. "Suit yourself." She leaned back in the armchair and watched the debauchery with keen interest. "Enjoy your last time, then." A minute later, she sat up with a look of expectation, like a baker ready to take steaming treats out of the oven. "Excuse me for a moment, I have to take care of something." Nayanthara stood, raced to the door, and vanished down the hall.