09-09-2025, 11:34 PM
Chapter 64: Sacred Surge
The waterfall’s mist wove a delicate veil in the hidden alcove, its cool spray prickling Nivi and Vikram’s skin, the forest’s soft rustle of bamboo and distant owl hoots blending with the cascade’s rhythmic pulse. Nivi stood on a small rock ledge, her thighs bare above the shallow water, her lace panties clinging tightly, outlining her pussy’s shape, the faint silver pregnancy marks on her lower belly glowing under the dappled sunlight. Vikram’s hand rested on those marks, his bold touch igniting a fire within her, his fingers tracing the delicate lines, his face inches from her stomach, his breath hot against her skin. Raghavan’s absence pulsed like a distant echo, his retreat fueling the electric tension in the rock’s shadow. He’s letting me burn, pushing me to the edge, Nivi thought, her skin ablaze with Vikram’s touch, her exhibitionism kink surging. Anand left me cold; now I’m alive, my body pulling him closer.
Nivi’s teasing smile widened, her voice playful but edged with heat as she leaned into the moment. “You’re awfully curious about these marks, Vikram. Staring like they’re a puzzle to solve.” Her words dripped with provocation, her kink flaring at pushing him further, her pussy warming beneath the lace, a slick heat building as she held his gaze.
Vikram’s eyes darkened, his breath hitching, his face still close to her lower belly. Emboldened by her tease, he leaned in, his lips brushing her pregnancy marks, a soft kiss deepening into a slow, reverent suck, drawing the water droplets flowing over her skin like they were sacred. Fuck, he’s sucking the water off me, like it’s holy, Nivi thought, a rush of heat flooding her core, her pussy clenching, the sensation of his lips and tongue on her marks sending shivers through her. His mouth lingered, tasting the mineral-tinged water, his breath a warm caress amplifying her arousal.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers, a mix of awe and desire burning in his gaze. “Nivi... this tiny beauty,” he murmured, his voice low, thick with admiration, his fingers still grazing her marks. “You’re saying this had two kids, natural births? Nature’s incredible—how this little pussy stretched so wide, gave life, and now looks this sexy, so perfect.” His eyes dropped to her panties, the lace clinging tightly, outlining her pussy’s shape, his face so close his breath warmed the fabric. “It’s... breathtaking, seeing you like this, so close.”
Nivi’s body ignited, his words a spark to her kink, her pussy slick with arousal, her breath catching at his bold praise. He’s staring at my pussy, calling it beautiful—fuck, I’m burning, she thought, her skin flushing, her nipples straining against the wet bra. But his earlier kiss on her marks, unprompted, flashed in her mind, and she leaned back slightly, her voice a playfully scared tease.
“Vikram, you’re dangerous! You called my marks beautiful and kissed them without asking—now you’re saying my pussy’s beautiful too? Am I safe, or are you going to steal another kiss down there?” Her tone was light, mock-fearful, her kink driving her to play with the tension, her body trembling with anticipation.
Vikram’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with understanding, a bold hunger breaking through his shyness. “Caught me,” he murmured, his voice thick, leaning in. “You’re too beautiful to resist, Nivi.” His lips pressed against her pussy over the panties, a firm, deliberate kiss, deepening into a slow suck, his mouth pulling at the lace and her swollen folds together, the sensation electric.
Fuck, he’s sucking me through the fabric, Nivi thought, a moan escaping, her pussy flooding with heat, her hands gripping the rock for balance. His tongue teased the lace, tasting her arousal, the intimacy overwhelming in the alcove’s seclusion.
Suddenly, a crunch of twigs and a faint walking sound pierced the waterfall’s roar, snapping them apart. Nivi’s heart raced, her body still buzzing as she slid her panties back up, Vikram stepping back, his face flushed, eyes wide with a mix of desire and alarm. They waded quickly back to the main pool, the mist enveloping them as Raghavan emerged from the trees, his expression calm but piercing. “Time’s up, you two—it’s getting late. Let’s head out,” he said, his voice firm, eyes flicking between them.
Nivi and Vikram exchanged a naughty glance, their eyes locking for a fleeting moment, a shared question sparking—What would’ve happened if he hadn’t come back? The thought sent a shiver through her, her pussy still warm from Vikram’s lips, her kink alive with the almost-caught thrill.
We were so close, and he knows it, she thought, her body tingling as they waded toward the shore, the water swirling around their thighs.
Vikram’s gaze lingered on her, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Next time, I’ll ask permission first,” he murmured, low enough for only her to hear, his voice thick with unspoken promise. Nivi grinned, her smile coy, her body buzzing with the heat of what was and what might’ve been. They stepped onto the rocky shore, their inners dripping, the forest’s hum a wild echo of their shared pulse.
Ending the part there, Nivi and Vikram moved toward the shore, their naughty glances a silent pact, the waterfall’s roar fading as they followed Raghavan’s lead.
The waterfall’s mist wove a delicate veil in the hidden alcove, its cool spray prickling Nivi and Vikram’s skin, the forest’s soft rustle of bamboo and distant owl hoots blending with the cascade’s rhythmic pulse. Nivi stood on a small rock ledge, her thighs bare above the shallow water, her lace panties clinging tightly, outlining her pussy’s shape, the faint silver pregnancy marks on her lower belly glowing under the dappled sunlight. Vikram’s hand rested on those marks, his bold touch igniting a fire within her, his fingers tracing the delicate lines, his face inches from her stomach, his breath hot against her skin. Raghavan’s absence pulsed like a distant echo, his retreat fueling the electric tension in the rock’s shadow. He’s letting me burn, pushing me to the edge, Nivi thought, her skin ablaze with Vikram’s touch, her exhibitionism kink surging. Anand left me cold; now I’m alive, my body pulling him closer.
Nivi’s teasing smile widened, her voice playful but edged with heat as she leaned into the moment. “You’re awfully curious about these marks, Vikram. Staring like they’re a puzzle to solve.” Her words dripped with provocation, her kink flaring at pushing him further, her pussy warming beneath the lace, a slick heat building as she held his gaze.
Vikram’s eyes darkened, his breath hitching, his face still close to her lower belly. Emboldened by her tease, he leaned in, his lips brushing her pregnancy marks, a soft kiss deepening into a slow, reverent suck, drawing the water droplets flowing over her skin like they were sacred. Fuck, he’s sucking the water off me, like it’s holy, Nivi thought, a rush of heat flooding her core, her pussy clenching, the sensation of his lips and tongue on her marks sending shivers through her. His mouth lingered, tasting the mineral-tinged water, his breath a warm caress amplifying her arousal.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers, a mix of awe and desire burning in his gaze. “Nivi... this tiny beauty,” he murmured, his voice low, thick with admiration, his fingers still grazing her marks. “You’re saying this had two kids, natural births? Nature’s incredible—how this little pussy stretched so wide, gave life, and now looks this sexy, so perfect.” His eyes dropped to her panties, the lace clinging tightly, outlining her pussy’s shape, his face so close his breath warmed the fabric. “It’s... breathtaking, seeing you like this, so close.”
Nivi’s body ignited, his words a spark to her kink, her pussy slick with arousal, her breath catching at his bold praise. He’s staring at my pussy, calling it beautiful—fuck, I’m burning, she thought, her skin flushing, her nipples straining against the wet bra. But his earlier kiss on her marks, unprompted, flashed in her mind, and she leaned back slightly, her voice a playfully scared tease.
“Vikram, you’re dangerous! You called my marks beautiful and kissed them without asking—now you’re saying my pussy’s beautiful too? Am I safe, or are you going to steal another kiss down there?” Her tone was light, mock-fearful, her kink driving her to play with the tension, her body trembling with anticipation.
Vikram’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with understanding, a bold hunger breaking through his shyness. “Caught me,” he murmured, his voice thick, leaning in. “You’re too beautiful to resist, Nivi.” His lips pressed against her pussy over the panties, a firm, deliberate kiss, deepening into a slow suck, his mouth pulling at the lace and her swollen folds together, the sensation electric.
Fuck, he’s sucking me through the fabric, Nivi thought, a moan escaping, her pussy flooding with heat, her hands gripping the rock for balance. His tongue teased the lace, tasting her arousal, the intimacy overwhelming in the alcove’s seclusion.
Suddenly, a crunch of twigs and a faint walking sound pierced the waterfall’s roar, snapping them apart. Nivi’s heart raced, her body still buzzing as she slid her panties back up, Vikram stepping back, his face flushed, eyes wide with a mix of desire and alarm. They waded quickly back to the main pool, the mist enveloping them as Raghavan emerged from the trees, his expression calm but piercing. “Time’s up, you two—it’s getting late. Let’s head out,” he said, his voice firm, eyes flicking between them.
Nivi and Vikram exchanged a naughty glance, their eyes locking for a fleeting moment, a shared question sparking—What would’ve happened if he hadn’t come back? The thought sent a shiver through her, her pussy still warm from Vikram’s lips, her kink alive with the almost-caught thrill.
We were so close, and he knows it, she thought, her body tingling as they waded toward the shore, the water swirling around their thighs.
Vikram’s gaze lingered on her, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Next time, I’ll ask permission first,” he murmured, low enough for only her to hear, his voice thick with unspoken promise. Nivi grinned, her smile coy, her body buzzing with the heat of what was and what might’ve been. They stepped onto the rocky shore, their inners dripping, the forest’s hum a wild echo of their shared pulse.
Ending the part there, Nivi and Vikram moved toward the shore, their naughty glances a silent pact, the waterfall’s roar fading as they followed Raghavan’s lead.