Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"That's what you said five minutes ago." Anushka could see Krishan start to tremble. "Oh. Good boy. Let it all out." She let go of her breasts and sucked his penis into her mouth. She gulped down spurt after forceful spurt of hot, salty seed. Goodness, the Anushka had been drinking a lot with each other lately.


When his orgasm subsided, Krishan wiped some sweaty hair off Anushka's forehead. "You're the best mom in the whole world." He sighed, stood, and dressed.



Anushka stayed on her knees looking up at him. Her daughter had said the same thing to her not long ago. Maybe all this crazy sex wasn't so bad for the family. Maybe she could navigate it and forge a better relationship with her children. The salty taste of Krishan's sperm was still strong on her tongue when she dressed, splashed some water on her face, and kissed Krishan on the cheek. "Do good in school today."


"I will."


"Good boy." Anushka opened the door and checked down the hall both ways. "The coast is clear. Off you go." She slapped him on his skinny butt and sent him on his way. She followed him down the hall, readjusting her bra and dress. Krishan grabbed his backpack and raced out the front door.


"Bye, Mom." Shriya walked with her eyes down. She shot past Anushka and grabbed her own backpack.


"Bye, pumpkin. Be good." Anushka called after her daughter.


Shriya gave her mother a half-wave and closed the front door on her way out.


"We'll figure this out." Anushka sighed. She turned and walked up the stairs. She needed to help her husband.


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One of Krishan's bedroom windows stood open. Ileana thought that odd as she looked up at the evil house in the starlight. She shivered and zipped her jacket up all the way. The autumn night was too cold for open windows. She squeezed the pebble in her hand and aimed for one of his closed windows. She leaned back and tossed it overhand. On the third try, a pebble clanked off his window. On the seventh try, Krishan looked out to see who was throwing rocks at his room.


"Mrs. Ileana? I --" Krishan stared out into the dark in confusion.


"Don't talk," Ileana whispered up at him. She adjusted her hijab, which had moved with all her throwing. "I have a warning. Meet me at the front door."





Krishan nodded and left the window. He thought about dressing but figured pajamas were good enough. He closed the damn window and shivered. He'd have to talk to Nayanthara about the constantly open window. The house was drafty enough without it. He padded across the chilly hardwood floor, out of his room, through the hall, down the stairs, and across the entry room. He opened the front door silently. "What?" Krishan's eyes went wide when he saw the large man waiting for him.


"Only dreams now." Maxamed clamped the chloroform-soaked rag on the boy's mouth and embraced him with his other arm. "Sshhhhhhh." Krishan went limp in his arms and Maxamed looked around the darkened house. In the dim light, he could just see that the locked room across the way stood open. Just inside the doorway lay a coil of rope.


"Is he hurt?" Ileana stepped up next to her husband.


"No. He sleeps." Maxamed looked over at her. "But there has been a change of plans. Rather than risk a car ride, we'll do the ceremony in that room." Maxamed pointed to the formerly locked room. "It seems they has finally unlocked that pesky door. Our instruments found soundproofing in those walls. It will be perfect for our purposes. And it even comes with rope."


"Would it not be wiser, dear husband, to stay with our original plan?" Ileana wasn't as sure about the strength of their discipline after what had happened to the dreamstone. And, well, what had happened to her.


"Do not sow discord, woman." Maxamed's eyes were very dark in the dim light. He picked up the frail boy and carried him toward the room. "Go fetch some salt from the kitchen."


"Yes." Ileana closed the front door behind them and quietly moved over to the kitchen. She found a box of salt and hurried back to her husband. When she arrived in the unlocked room, she found that Maxamed had already tied Krishan to an armchair on the far side of the room.


"We need some light before you close the door." Maxamed pulled his lighter from his pocket and stepped over to an end table with an old lamp. He lit the oil lamp and a cherry, warm glow spread through the room. "It still works."


Ileana gasped. Looming above Maxamed stood the most horrendous bear. It had to be ten feet high and its arms were outstretched, a snarl on its face.


"What?" Maxamed followed her gaze. "This thing?" He thumped his hand on the taxidermied animal. "Long since dead. Close the door and let's get started."


"As you wish." Ileana closed and locked the door behind them. She moved across the room and handed Maxamed the salt. To her left, a sofa sat along the wall, the oil lamp flickering on an end table at the far end. To her right, someone had covered a sideboard with beautifully detailed, multi-colored bottles. A lush, Persian rug cushioned her feet. "What is this place?" The walls were covered with odd portraiture.


"Some sort of receiving room." Maxamed gave the bear another pat and then took the salt over to Krishan.


"Is he waking up?" Ileana stared at her secret lover. She hoped Maxamed wouldn't notice the hard manhood straining at Krishan's pajama bottoms. "He shouldn't be. Right?"


"No. He should not." Maxamed watched as Krishan blinked his eyes open. "Let's work fast." Maxamed poured the salt carefully, beginning a circle around Krishan's armchair. Once he completed the circle, he would then make the sign of the wayward eagle. Then they could safely remove the demon.





"What?" Krishan felt groggy, and ... he felt terrible. "What are you doing?" As he looked around the room, he realized his predicament. "Where am I?" He flexed his skinny arms against the ropes and there was a groan as the hemp fibers held him in place. The rope was too strong for his new strength. "Don't do this. She's going to be mad. She gets really scary when she's mad. You should let me go."


"Who, little man?" Maxamed poured the salt. He moved as quickly as he could, but his line needed precision. He was about halfway done.


"Nayav," Krishan whispered. "Nayan," he said in a raised voice. "Nayanthara?" he shouted. He desperately needed rescue.


"No one can hear you." Maxamed was three-fourths of the way done with the circle. He moved slowly around the chair, perched on his knees. Maxamed didn't look up from his work. "This room is sealed. You cannot --" Something heavy fell on Maxamed's shoulder. He froze.


"Husband, look out." But Ileana's warning came too late. She watched as the dead, stuffed bear lifted her husband like he weighed nothing and hoisted him into the air. The bear turned the struggling man around so that he faced the room and then wrapped two fearsome arms around him.


"Release me, beast." Maxamed kicked and flailed his legs, but the creature was too strong. "Help me, woman."


Ileana trembled, but she stepped toward the bear. It turned its savage head to stare at her and let out a hideous snarl that shook her very insides. Ileana stopped in her tracks.


"Oh, man. Oh, man." Krishan looked around. He was genuinely frightened for the Ileanas. And, increasingly, for himself. "I tried to warn you." He looked up at the giant bear and shuddered. "Don't hurt them, Nayan." A sudden heat spread through him. He struggled against the ropes but they still held. "What's happening?"


"God preserve us." Ileana watched Krishan with wide eyes and a slack jaw. A brief flash of red light covered him, and then she could see his penis pushing harder and harder against his pajamas. There was a ripping sound in the room and Krishan's penis sprung up, tearing its way through his clothes.


"Run, Ileana." Maxamed was frantic as he twisted and pushed against the fur that surrounded him. "The demon means to mate you. You cannot let it take you. Anything but --"


"Maxamed?" Ileana looked up to see that the bear had placed its massive right paw on Maxamed's mouth to silence him. He looked out at her with frightened eyes. She couldn't ever remember seeing her husband frightened before. Ileana turned and fled to the door. She tried the knob, but it wouldn't turn. She slammed on the door with her fists and screamed. When nothing worked, she slumped against the door and pressed her forehead to its cool surface. A sudden calm seeped into her.





"I think it's locked." Krishan tried not to look at the giant bear to his right. "Could you, maybe, untie me, 
 Ileana?" His legs shook, his palms sweat, and he still felt groggy from whatever they'd given him. To make matters worse, his dick wouldn't deflate. "Please get me out of here. I think this is Vijay's room. I don't want to make him angry either."


"You said to me that I should draw out the poison." Ileana turned and stared across the room, her vacant eyes drawn to that massive tool. Something had changed in her demeanor since she'd given up beating the door. She took an unsteady step toward Krishan. "But by drawing the poison, I only succeeded in poisoning myself." She shrugged out of her jacket and pulled her long dress over her head. She was only dressed in panties, socks, shoes, and her hijab. She gestured to her enormous breasts. "I can't even wear a bra anymore. None of mine fit."





"Well ... um ..." Krishan licked his lips. He wasn't sure how to talk his way out of this. He glanced over at Maxamed and saw the man's eyes darting between the two of them. The bear's glassy eyes stared at Ileana. "I think you look really pretty now. I ... I ..." he stuttered. "I mean you were pretty before, too. But now ... like ... wow."


"Well, thank you. I guess." She took another couple steps. Her feet rested on the Persian carpet. "You wanted me to draw the poison. But that was wrong. The wrong metaphor. I get the sense now that your tool is a key I could use. You are not friends with Vijay yes?"