Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Yeeeessssssssssss, " Anushka hissed. How could she deny him anything? "Let ... it out." When she felt that hot seed splash inside her, Anushka convulsed, and her face twisted with pleasure. She might regret it in the morning, but at that moment she wanted nothing more than to let Krishan's little swimmers have full access to her womb.



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The days passed. Anushka split her clandestine time between the twins. Feeding and rubbing Shriya and taking Krishan's seed over and over.


Ileana managed to keep her distance from the house. But she couldn't avoid the ubiquitous black dildo, which appeared whenever she had a moment to herself. She was able to resist that temptation, sometimes. But more often than not, she failed and found that she'd impaled herself on the thing, with thoughts of Krishan playing in her head. Her husband hadn't been the same since the locked room episode. He complained frequently of devilish dreams and the demons that wanted to possess his wife. "That house wants to make you its bride, but you're my bride," Maxamed would often say in fervent tones. Ileana had taken to leaving the children at her parents' house for days at a time.





On the other side of town, Hansika tried to be patient with her teenage paramour. She opened her home to him whenever he had free time after school. She looked at her husband differently. Wondering why she had picked that Karun to marry. When her morning nausea started, she knew what had happened. She snuck away from Karun to throw up in the bathroom when necessary. Hopefully, Karun suspected nothing.





All the while, the house watched and listened. The clock ticked and the hallways grew colder as winter arrived. Mansion had been here before and would be here again. But for a little while, it quieted as it built itself up for bigger events to come.


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"I've known few women so dedicated to arithmetic." Nayanthara stood by the sofa in the main living room, wearing a long flowing dress. She looked down at the scribbles Shriya made on her pad of paper.





Shriya gave a start and looked up at the woman. She collected herself. "It's not arithmetic. It's calculus." She should have been frightened to have a strange, unexpected visitor, but for some reason she took it in stride. It was very much like the day she'd seen that young man, Sunny, in the very same room. Shriya took in the woman's freckled beauty and the rise of the woman's pregnant belly under the floral pattern on her dress. "I'm dreaming, aren't I?"


"No." Nayanthara snapped her fingers and the fireplace roared to life, seasoned timbers crackling and popping with flame.


"That seems like a very dreamy thing to do." Shriya nodded at the fire. "Also, I'm pretty sure I'd be terrified if this wasn't a dream."


"They crafted you of puissance, did they not?" Nayanthara smiled at the eighteen-year-old girl. "I am much pleased with your agency."



"What?" Shriya shook her head and put down the pad of paper. "Never mind." She looked around the room, remembering when sunny had appeared. That young man and the woman looked very much alike. And the room looked the same as it did back then, with dark oil paintings and mounted trophy heads on the walls. "You're a Nayan, aren't you?"


"And a clever girl, too. I'm Nayanthara." Nayanthara nodded and smiled brightly. "May I join you?" She sat down next to Shriya and put her hand on the girl's bare knee. Her binary diamonds sparkled on her finger. She frowned at Shriya's short skirt. How scandalous modern sartorial decisions were. "I'd like to help you, dearie."