15-09-2025, 11:28 PM
Chapter 70: Whispered Wildness
The hilltop’s firepit embers had long faded, leaving only a faint warmth in the grass beneath Nivi and Raghavan, the night air cool and crisp, scented with dew-soaked wildflowers and the lingering char of wood smoke under a shy half-moon casting silver threads through scattered clouds.
Stars pulsed overhead like distant witnesses, their light bathing the open peak in a soft glow, the distant forest humming with nocturnal whispers—rustling leaves, a faint fox call. Nivi lay sprawled on the grass, her nude body trembling from her third orgasm, her pussy slick and sensitive, still clenching around Raghavan’s hard cock, her breasts heaving with ragged breaths, nipples pebbled in the breeze.
Raghavan’s hands gripped her hips, his cock buried deep inside her, moving in slow, deliberate thrusts, his eyes dark with unreleased hunger, his breath hot on her neck. The tent stood silent nearby, but the open grass was their stage, the vast sky amplifying Nivi’s exhibitionism kink.
I’m spent, but he’s not done—fuck, I’m his, screaming under the stars, she thought, her body exhausted yet alive, her transformation sealed in the wild night, the thrill of Vikram or the boys’ gang hearing her cries from the treehouse ridge fueling her arousal.
Raghavan’s thrusts were slow, teasing, his cock sliding in and out with a torturous rhythm, stretching her sensitive walls, making her gasp softly, her body too tired to match his pace but still responding with a slick warmth.
“My greedy queen,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, his lips brushing her ear, sucking gently on the lobe.
“You’ve cum three times, screaming like a lioness, but Daddy’s not finished. Gonna fuck you slow till you beg for more.” His words sent a shiver through her, her pussy clenching around him, her kink flaring at the thought of her screams echoing, her body bare under the moon.
Before she could respond, a sharp crackle broke the night—the walkie-talkie, left near their discarded clothes, buzzing to life. Nivi’s heart raced, her skin flushing with a shy thrill, her kink surging at the interruption.
Raghavan chuckled, his thrusts slowing but not stopping, his cock still deep inside her as he reached for the device, pressing it to his ear. “Yeah, Vikram?” he said, his voice casual but laced with amusement, his hips rolling gently, making Nivi bite her lip to stifle a moan.
Vikram’s voice came through, hesitant but clear over the static. “Sir... uh, Nivi? I heard... well, we all heard the screams up here.
The boys’ gang, too—they’re in the treehouse. I turned on some music to cover it, but... keep it low, yeah? Just checking if Nivi’s okay.” His tone was a mix of concern and embarrassment, the naughty undertone of having heard her cries unmistakable, amplifying Nivi’s arousal, her pussy tightening around Raghavan’s cock.
Raghavan’s eyes gleamed, Juno, his thrusts pausing as he handed her the walkie-talkie, his voice a teasing growl.
“My queen’s fine, Vikram—talk to her yourself.” He pressed it into Nivi’s hand, his cock sliding slowly inside her, a wicked grin spreading as he watched her. Fuck, he’s making me talk while he’s fucking me, she thought, her skin flushing with shy excitement, her kink roaring at the audacity, her pussy slick with arousal.
Nivi took the walkie-talkie with trembling fingers, her voice breathy, her body rocking with Raghavan’s slow thrusts.
“Vikram... I’m okay,” she said, her tone shy but laced with a naughty edge, her eyes locked on Raghavan’s. “Just... enjoying the night.”
Her words were indirect, playful, her kink flaring as she spoke, the sensation of Raghavan’s cock moving inside her making her voice waver.
Vikram’s voice crackled back, a hint of a smirk in it.
“Sounds like quite a night. Glad you’re good. Those sounds... they’re wild. We’ve got music on, but it’s loud up here. Try to keep the... uh, volume down, maybe?” His tone was teasing, not overt, the naughty undertone sending a spark through her, her pussy clenching around Raghavan’s cock, a soft moan escaping.
Raghavan’s grin widened, his thrusts slow and deep, his voice a whisper.
“Tell him what you need, baby.” Nivi’s breath hitched, her voice dropping to a sultry tease. “Vikram, I’m... tired. Could use something to drink—water, maybe something stronger. And a smoke, if the boys have any. Can you bring some up?”
Her words were indirect, naughty, her kink alive with the thought of him returning, hearing her.
Vikram paused, then chuckled. “Got it. Water, booze, smokes—I’ll see what the boys have. Be there soon. Keep it... quiet till then, yeah?” The static cut off, and Nivi dropped the walkie-talkie, her face flushing, her pussy slick with arousal as Raghavan’s thrusts deepened.
She looked at him, her voice a shy, naughty whisper. “Daddy, you gotta finish quick—before he gets back.” Her words were playful, urgent, her body trembling with exhaustion and desire, her kink flaring at the risk.
Raghavan growled, his cock thrusting slowly, his hands gripping her hips.
“Quick, huh? My slut queen wants Daddy’s cum. Let’s see how quiet you can be.”
Their bodies rocked together, the grass soft beneath them, the stars watching as Nivi’s soft moans filled the air, her transformation complete in the wild night.
Nivi and Raghavan moved in slow rhythm, the walkie-talkie silent, the hilltop’s darkness pulsing with their whispered passion
Continues...
The hilltop’s firepit embers had long faded, leaving only a faint warmth in the grass beneath Nivi and Raghavan, the night air cool and crisp, scented with dew-soaked wildflowers and the lingering char of wood smoke under a shy half-moon casting silver threads through scattered clouds.
Stars pulsed overhead like distant witnesses, their light bathing the open peak in a soft glow, the distant forest humming with nocturnal whispers—rustling leaves, a faint fox call. Nivi lay sprawled on the grass, her nude body trembling from her third orgasm, her pussy slick and sensitive, still clenching around Raghavan’s hard cock, her breasts heaving with ragged breaths, nipples pebbled in the breeze.
Raghavan’s hands gripped her hips, his cock buried deep inside her, moving in slow, deliberate thrusts, his eyes dark with unreleased hunger, his breath hot on her neck. The tent stood silent nearby, but the open grass was their stage, the vast sky amplifying Nivi’s exhibitionism kink.
I’m spent, but he’s not done—fuck, I’m his, screaming under the stars, she thought, her body exhausted yet alive, her transformation sealed in the wild night, the thrill of Vikram or the boys’ gang hearing her cries from the treehouse ridge fueling her arousal.
Raghavan’s thrusts were slow, teasing, his cock sliding in and out with a torturous rhythm, stretching her sensitive walls, making her gasp softly, her body too tired to match his pace but still responding with a slick warmth.
“My greedy queen,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, his lips brushing her ear, sucking gently on the lobe.
“You’ve cum three times, screaming like a lioness, but Daddy’s not finished. Gonna fuck you slow till you beg for more.” His words sent a shiver through her, her pussy clenching around him, her kink flaring at the thought of her screams echoing, her body bare under the moon.
Before she could respond, a sharp crackle broke the night—the walkie-talkie, left near their discarded clothes, buzzing to life. Nivi’s heart raced, her skin flushing with a shy thrill, her kink surging at the interruption.
Raghavan chuckled, his thrusts slowing but not stopping, his cock still deep inside her as he reached for the device, pressing it to his ear. “Yeah, Vikram?” he said, his voice casual but laced with amusement, his hips rolling gently, making Nivi bite her lip to stifle a moan.
Vikram’s voice came through, hesitant but clear over the static. “Sir... uh, Nivi? I heard... well, we all heard the screams up here.
The boys’ gang, too—they’re in the treehouse. I turned on some music to cover it, but... keep it low, yeah? Just checking if Nivi’s okay.” His tone was a mix of concern and embarrassment, the naughty undertone of having heard her cries unmistakable, amplifying Nivi’s arousal, her pussy tightening around Raghavan’s cock.
Raghavan’s eyes gleamed, Juno, his thrusts pausing as he handed her the walkie-talkie, his voice a teasing growl.
“My queen’s fine, Vikram—talk to her yourself.” He pressed it into Nivi’s hand, his cock sliding slowly inside her, a wicked grin spreading as he watched her. Fuck, he’s making me talk while he’s fucking me, she thought, her skin flushing with shy excitement, her kink roaring at the audacity, her pussy slick with arousal.
Nivi took the walkie-talkie with trembling fingers, her voice breathy, her body rocking with Raghavan’s slow thrusts.
“Vikram... I’m okay,” she said, her tone shy but laced with a naughty edge, her eyes locked on Raghavan’s. “Just... enjoying the night.”
Her words were indirect, playful, her kink flaring as she spoke, the sensation of Raghavan’s cock moving inside her making her voice waver.
Vikram’s voice crackled back, a hint of a smirk in it.
“Sounds like quite a night. Glad you’re good. Those sounds... they’re wild. We’ve got music on, but it’s loud up here. Try to keep the... uh, volume down, maybe?” His tone was teasing, not overt, the naughty undertone sending a spark through her, her pussy clenching around Raghavan’s cock, a soft moan escaping.
Raghavan’s grin widened, his thrusts slow and deep, his voice a whisper.
“Tell him what you need, baby.” Nivi’s breath hitched, her voice dropping to a sultry tease. “Vikram, I’m... tired. Could use something to drink—water, maybe something stronger. And a smoke, if the boys have any. Can you bring some up?”
Her words were indirect, naughty, her kink alive with the thought of him returning, hearing her.
Vikram paused, then chuckled. “Got it. Water, booze, smokes—I’ll see what the boys have. Be there soon. Keep it... quiet till then, yeah?” The static cut off, and Nivi dropped the walkie-talkie, her face flushing, her pussy slick with arousal as Raghavan’s thrusts deepened.
She looked at him, her voice a shy, naughty whisper. “Daddy, you gotta finish quick—before he gets back.” Her words were playful, urgent, her body trembling with exhaustion and desire, her kink flaring at the risk.
Raghavan growled, his cock thrusting slowly, his hands gripping her hips.
“Quick, huh? My slut queen wants Daddy’s cum. Let’s see how quiet you can be.”
Their bodies rocked together, the grass soft beneath them, the stars watching as Nivi’s soft moans filled the air, her transformation complete in the wild night.
Nivi and Raghavan moved in slow rhythm, the walkie-talkie silent, the hilltop’s darkness pulsing with their whispered passion
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