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Chapter 7: Temple (Act 1)
The night bus rumbled through the winding roads, its headlights cutting through the dense jungle that surrounded Adiputra village. Lina sat by the aisle. Beside her, Rahim slept, his head lolling against the seat, his breath steady and deep. Lina smiled softly, her heart swelling with love for her husband despite his struggles she knew he was trying. Tonight, they sought blessings for a baby, a symbol of their enduring love and hope for a better future.
The bus finally arrived at the village, and Lina gently shook Rahim awake. The air was thick with the scent of incense and jasmine, the sounds of the festival already echoing through the streets. Lanterns hung from every corner, casting a golden glow over the crowd. Lina felt a flutter of excitement in her chest as they joined the queue leading to the temple. The line moved slowly, giving her time to observe the other devotees, families, couples, and solitary pilgrims, all seeking their own miracles.
When her turn came, Lina stepped into the changing area, her hands trembling slightly as she dbangd the saree around her. The absence of underwear made her acutely aware of the cool night air against her skin. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and followed the instructions of the temple priest. First, she dipped into the sacred pool, the water cold and refreshing against her bare skin. It felt like a cleansing, washing away her doubts and fears. As she emerged, dripping wet, she felt a sense of purity, a readiness to receive the blessings she so desperately sought.
Next, Lina approached the offering tray, a simple wooden platter adorned with flowers, fruits, and a small oil lamp. She placed it carefully on her head, using both hands to balance it, just as she had been instructed. The weight was surprisingly light, but the responsibility felt immense. She began to circle the temple, her steps slow and deliberate, her mind focused on pure thoughts. The first lap was easy, her heart filled with hope. By the third lap, her arms began to ache, but she gritted her teeth and continued, determined not to falter.
On the fifth lap, her concentration wavered. A sudden gust of wind threatened to topple the tray, and Lina stumbled, her hands instinctively reaching out to steady it. For a moment, she froze, her heart pounding. Had she broken the vow? She looked around, but no one seemed to notice. Relieved, she continued, her steps more cautious now.
As she completed the final lap, Lina felt a surge of pride. She had done it. She placed the tray on the designated table, her arms trembling with exhaustion. But before she could catch her breath, the crowd surged forward, and she was swept away, separated from Rahim in the chaos. Panic rose in her chest as she found herself in a dark corner of the temple grounds, the noise of the festival fading into a distant hum.
It was then that she noticed them, two men, older devotees, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of reverence and something else. Something darker, hungrier. Lina’s heart quickened as they approached her, their footsteps silent on the stone pavement. She took a step back, her hand instinctively clutching the edge of her saree.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m married. I’m here for blessings.”
The men exchanged a glance, their smiles widening. “We know, dear,” one of them said, his voice low and soothing. “But even the most devout need a moment of pleasure. A small offering to the gods of desire.”
Lina shook her head, her cheeks flushing. “I can’t. My husband....”
“Your husband won’t know,” the other man interrupted, his tone persuasive. “And the gods will understand. A little indulgence never hurt anyone.”
Before she could protest further, they closed in, their bodies sandwiching her against the cold stone wall. Lina’s breath caught as she felt their hands on her, one pressing against the small of her back, the other sliding up her thigh. Her saree, already damp from the pool, clung to her skin, offering little resistance as their fingers explored. She tried to push them away, but their grip was firm, their touches insistent.
“Please,” she murmured again, her voice weaker now. Her body, despite her protests, began to respond. The warmth spreading through her was undeniable, a betrayal of her resolve. She felt her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her blouse, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
“You’re so beautiful,” the first man whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “Just a little touch won't hurt" His fingers trailed down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The other man, standing in front of her, grinned as he reached for the pallu of her saree, pulling it down to expose the curve of her breasts.
Lina’s hands trembled as she balanced the offering tray on her head, her mind racing. She couldn’t drop it as she couldn’t risk angering the deity. But the sensations were overwhelming. The man behind her undid his dhotti, his hardened length pressing against her back. She gasped as his hands slid around her waist, one cupping her breast while the other tugged at the fabric of her blouse.
You’re so soft,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. Lina’s breath hitched as his fingers found her nipple, pinching it gently before rolling it between his fingers. The man in front of her leaned in, his mouth closing over her other breast, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh.
“Mmm… so sweet,” he moaned, his tongue swirling around her nipple. Lina’s knees weakened as pleasure shot through her body, her resolve wavering. She tried to protest, but the words caught in her throat. The man behind her lifted her saree, his hand sliding between her thighs. She gasped as his fingers brushed against her bare skin, teasing her entrance.
Please… I need to stay pure,” she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible. The man in front of her pulled away, his eyes dark with desire.
“Just this once. We’ll be quick,” he promised, his hands moving to undo his own dhotti. Lina’s heart raced as she realized what they wanted. She couldn’t let them go further, but she couldn’t risk causing a scene either.
“I’ll… I’ll do it,” she stammered, her cheeks burning with shame. “But only with my hands.”
The men exchanged a glance before nodding, their hands still roaming over her body. Lina carefully set the offering tray down on the ground, her hands trembling as she reached for the man in front of her. His cock was thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum. She wrapped her fingers around it, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips thrusting into her hand. Lina’s other hand reached for the man behind her, her fingers wrapping around his length. She moved her hands in rhythm, stroking them both as they moaned in pleasure.
The man in front of her leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth, exploring every inch as his hands squeezed her breasts. Lina’s body responded instinctively, her hips rocking against the man behind her as he continued to tease her entrance.
“You’re so good at this,” the man behind her whispered, his breath hot against her ear. Lina’s cheeks flushed as she increased the pace of her strokes, her hands moving faster and faster. The men groaned in unison, their bodies tensing as they approached their climax.
The night bus rumbled through the winding roads, its headlights cutting through the dense jungle that surrounded Adiputra village. Lina sat by the aisle. Beside her, Rahim slept, his head lolling against the seat, his breath steady and deep. Lina smiled softly, her heart swelling with love for her husband despite his struggles she knew he was trying. Tonight, they sought blessings for a baby, a symbol of their enduring love and hope for a better future.
The bus finally arrived at the village, and Lina gently shook Rahim awake. The air was thick with the scent of incense and jasmine, the sounds of the festival already echoing through the streets. Lanterns hung from every corner, casting a golden glow over the crowd. Lina felt a flutter of excitement in her chest as they joined the queue leading to the temple. The line moved slowly, giving her time to observe the other devotees, families, couples, and solitary pilgrims, all seeking their own miracles.
When her turn came, Lina stepped into the changing area, her hands trembling slightly as she dbangd the saree around her. The absence of underwear made her acutely aware of the cool night air against her skin. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and followed the instructions of the temple priest. First, she dipped into the sacred pool, the water cold and refreshing against her bare skin. It felt like a cleansing, washing away her doubts and fears. As she emerged, dripping wet, she felt a sense of purity, a readiness to receive the blessings she so desperately sought.
Next, Lina approached the offering tray, a simple wooden platter adorned with flowers, fruits, and a small oil lamp. She placed it carefully on her head, using both hands to balance it, just as she had been instructed. The weight was surprisingly light, but the responsibility felt immense. She began to circle the temple, her steps slow and deliberate, her mind focused on pure thoughts. The first lap was easy, her heart filled with hope. By the third lap, her arms began to ache, but she gritted her teeth and continued, determined not to falter.
On the fifth lap, her concentration wavered. A sudden gust of wind threatened to topple the tray, and Lina stumbled, her hands instinctively reaching out to steady it. For a moment, she froze, her heart pounding. Had she broken the vow? She looked around, but no one seemed to notice. Relieved, she continued, her steps more cautious now.
As she completed the final lap, Lina felt a surge of pride. She had done it. She placed the tray on the designated table, her arms trembling with exhaustion. But before she could catch her breath, the crowd surged forward, and she was swept away, separated from Rahim in the chaos. Panic rose in her chest as she found herself in a dark corner of the temple grounds, the noise of the festival fading into a distant hum.
It was then that she noticed them, two men, older devotees, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of reverence and something else. Something darker, hungrier. Lina’s heart quickened as they approached her, their footsteps silent on the stone pavement. She took a step back, her hand instinctively clutching the edge of her saree.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m married. I’m here for blessings.”
The men exchanged a glance, their smiles widening. “We know, dear,” one of them said, his voice low and soothing. “But even the most devout need a moment of pleasure. A small offering to the gods of desire.”
Lina shook her head, her cheeks flushing. “I can’t. My husband....”
“Your husband won’t know,” the other man interrupted, his tone persuasive. “And the gods will understand. A little indulgence never hurt anyone.”
Before she could protest further, they closed in, their bodies sandwiching her against the cold stone wall. Lina’s breath caught as she felt their hands on her, one pressing against the small of her back, the other sliding up her thigh. Her saree, already damp from the pool, clung to her skin, offering little resistance as their fingers explored. She tried to push them away, but their grip was firm, their touches insistent.
“Please,” she murmured again, her voice weaker now. Her body, despite her protests, began to respond. The warmth spreading through her was undeniable, a betrayal of her resolve. She felt her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her blouse, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
“You’re so beautiful,” the first man whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “Just a little touch won't hurt" His fingers trailed down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The other man, standing in front of her, grinned as he reached for the pallu of her saree, pulling it down to expose the curve of her breasts.
Lina’s hands trembled as she balanced the offering tray on her head, her mind racing. She couldn’t drop it as she couldn’t risk angering the deity. But the sensations were overwhelming. The man behind her undid his dhotti, his hardened length pressing against her back. She gasped as his hands slid around her waist, one cupping her breast while the other tugged at the fabric of her blouse.
You’re so soft,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. Lina’s breath hitched as his fingers found her nipple, pinching it gently before rolling it between his fingers. The man in front of her leaned in, his mouth closing over her other breast, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh.
“Mmm… so sweet,” he moaned, his tongue swirling around her nipple. Lina’s knees weakened as pleasure shot through her body, her resolve wavering. She tried to protest, but the words caught in her throat. The man behind her lifted her saree, his hand sliding between her thighs. She gasped as his fingers brushed against her bare skin, teasing her entrance.
Please… I need to stay pure,” she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible. The man in front of her pulled away, his eyes dark with desire.
“Just this once. We’ll be quick,” he promised, his hands moving to undo his own dhotti. Lina’s heart raced as she realized what they wanted. She couldn’t let them go further, but she couldn’t risk causing a scene either.
“I’ll… I’ll do it,” she stammered, her cheeks burning with shame. “But only with my hands.”
The men exchanged a glance before nodding, their hands still roaming over her body. Lina carefully set the offering tray down on the ground, her hands trembling as she reached for the man in front of her. His cock was thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum. She wrapped her fingers around it, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips thrusting into her hand. Lina’s other hand reached for the man behind her, her fingers wrapping around his length. She moved her hands in rhythm, stroking them both as they moaned in pleasure.
The man in front of her leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth, exploring every inch as his hands squeezed her breasts. Lina’s body responded instinctively, her hips rocking against the man behind her as he continued to tease her entrance.
“You’re so good at this,” the man behind her whispered, his breath hot against her ear. Lina’s cheeks flushed as she increased the pace of her strokes, her hands moving faster and faster. The men groaned in unison, their bodies tensing as they approached their climax.
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