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Saga 6 - Scene 1 - Usman Miya - Jahar(Poison) ka Ejaculation
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The small hut had become her world. For ten days, Dipa had left Sameer and her son, immersing herself completely in the life of Usman and Sabina. Her days fell into a simple, profound rhythm, a cycle of care and carnal healing that left no room for her old life.
Day 2
It was mid-morning. The air was thick with the heat and the smell of cooking oil from a nearby hut. Usman was sitting naked on a low wooden stool behind the hut, in the small, private space by the canal, shielded from view by a flimsy, hanging sari. He was weak, but his eyes were clear and full of a quiet, worshipful adoration for Dipa.
Sabina: He is getting stronger every day, beti. Your presence here is the only medicine he needs.
Dipa: The body must be pure to receive the healing. Now, help me lift him.
Dipa, wearing only an old petticoat and blouse of Sabina's, was also barefoot. Together, the two women helped Usman stand as Dipa poured buckets of warm water over his frail body.
Dipa: Hold him steady, Chachi.
Sabina: Yes, beti.
Dipa took a rough bar of soap and began to wash him, her hands moving with a tender, practiced efficiency. She washed his back, his chest, his arms, her touch both clinical and caressing. Sabina watched, a look of profound gratitude on her face.
Usman: Your hands… they feel like a blessing, beti.
Dipa: Shhh, Chacha. Just be still.
She knelt before him, washing his legs, his feet. Her hands moved up his inner thighs, getting closer to his groin. He was already semi-erect, his body responding to her intimate touch.
Dipa: Now for the most important part. The source of his sickness… and his cure.
She took his soft, thick cock in her soapy hands. Sabina smiled, a knowing, encouraging look in her eyes. Dipa began to wash him, her fingers sliding over the shaft, cleaning the head, cupping his heavy balls. Under her touch, he grew fully, powerfully hard.
Dipa: You see, Chachi? The life is returning to him.
Sabina: It is all your magic, beti.
After she rinsed the soap from his body, they helped him sit back down on the stool. He was clean, his skin gleaming with water, his erection jutting proudly from his lap.
Dipa: Now, Chacha. It is time for your final medicine for today.
She knelt on the ground before him. He looked down at her, his breathing growing heavy.
Usman: Beti… you…
Dipa: Shhh. A patient must take his prescription.
She leaned forward and took his hard cock into her mouth. He gasped, his back arching, his hands coming down to clutch her hair. She began to suck him, a slow, deep, rhythmic pull, her tongue swirling around the thick head. It was not an act of lust, but of administration. This was his daily dose, the vital energy he needed to live.
Usman: Ahhh… beti… your mouth… it gives me life… it pulls the poison out…
Sabina: Yes… take it all, my husband. Take her cure deep inside you.
Dipa continued her work, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm. This was her purpose now. She was the giver of life, the healer, the sacred vessel. She felt his body begin to tremble, his hips starting to thrust weakly against her mouth.
Dipa: (pulling away slightly) Not yet, Chacha. The medicine must be taken slowly.
She slowed her pace, teasing him, controlling his release, her power absolute. She would give him his climax, his moment of healing, but she would do it in her own time, when she had decided his body was ready to receive it. He groaned, completely surrendered to her will, a patient in the hands of his beautiful, divine healer.
Usman: But I am ready! You have made me ready! My cock is hard for you, beti. It has been dead for so long, and you… you have resurrected it. It wants to give you its thanks.
He groaned, his hips pushing forward, trying to force himself deeper into her throat. She controlled him with the gentle pressure of her hands on his thighs.
Dipa: Soon, Chacha. When the poison is ready to come out.
She resumed her work, her pace picking up, her mouth working him with an expert skill that made his eyes roll back in his head.
Usman: Oh, A-lla-h… yes… right there… it feels… I can feel my blood moving again… I can feel my heart beating stronger! You are a miracle! A houri sent from paradise to save me!
Dipa: I am not a houri, Chacha. I am your medicine. Now… I can feel it building. The sickness is ready to be expelled. You must gather all your remaining strength.
Usman: I will, beti! For you, I will do anything!
Dipa: I want you to give me everything. All of it. Do not hold anything back. Release the poison into my mouth. I will take it. I will swallow it and make it pure. It is the only way. Are you ready?
Usman: Yes… yes… I am ready! I’m… I’m about to… Dipa…!
He pulled all of his energy together, his frail body tensing, his hands gripping her head tightly.
Usman: Take it! Take my life! Take my soul! I give it all to you! Ahhhhhh!
He roared, a sound of pure, primal release, as he erupted, flooding her mouth with his hot, thick seed. Dipa did not flinch. She took it all, swallowing with a serene look of concentration on her face, completing the final, vital step of the healing ritual.
Sabina: I am so proud of you beti, today is only the second day and you already are making him healthy.
Dipa: I am trying my best.
Sabina: Looking at this Canal, I like it here. We can hang few more sarees.
Dipa: I know what you mean. I am here for both of you.
Sabina: Oh, beti. I knew you would understand.
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The small hut had become her world. For ten days, Dipa had left Sameer and her son, immersing herself completely in the life of Usman and Sabina. Her days fell into a simple, profound rhythm, a cycle of care and carnal healing that left no room for her old life.
Day 2
It was mid-morning. The air was thick with the heat and the smell of cooking oil from a nearby hut. Usman was sitting naked on a low wooden stool behind the hut, in the small, private space by the canal, shielded from view by a flimsy, hanging sari. He was weak, but his eyes were clear and full of a quiet, worshipful adoration for Dipa.
Sabina: He is getting stronger every day, beti. Your presence here is the only medicine he needs.
Dipa: The body must be pure to receive the healing. Now, help me lift him.
Dipa, wearing only an old petticoat and blouse of Sabina's, was also barefoot. Together, the two women helped Usman stand as Dipa poured buckets of warm water over his frail body.
Dipa: Hold him steady, Chachi.
Sabina: Yes, beti.
Dipa took a rough bar of soap and began to wash him, her hands moving with a tender, practiced efficiency. She washed his back, his chest, his arms, her touch both clinical and caressing. Sabina watched, a look of profound gratitude on her face.
Usman: Your hands… they feel like a blessing, beti.
Dipa: Shhh, Chacha. Just be still.
She knelt before him, washing his legs, his feet. Her hands moved up his inner thighs, getting closer to his groin. He was already semi-erect, his body responding to her intimate touch.
Dipa: Now for the most important part. The source of his sickness… and his cure.
She took his soft, thick cock in her soapy hands. Sabina smiled, a knowing, encouraging look in her eyes. Dipa began to wash him, her fingers sliding over the shaft, cleaning the head, cupping his heavy balls. Under her touch, he grew fully, powerfully hard.
Dipa: You see, Chachi? The life is returning to him.
Sabina: It is all your magic, beti.
After she rinsed the soap from his body, they helped him sit back down on the stool. He was clean, his skin gleaming with water, his erection jutting proudly from his lap.
Dipa: Now, Chacha. It is time for your final medicine for today.
She knelt on the ground before him. He looked down at her, his breathing growing heavy.
Usman: Beti… you…
Dipa: Shhh. A patient must take his prescription.
She leaned forward and took his hard cock into her mouth. He gasped, his back arching, his hands coming down to clutch her hair. She began to suck him, a slow, deep, rhythmic pull, her tongue swirling around the thick head. It was not an act of lust, but of administration. This was his daily dose, the vital energy he needed to live.
Usman: Ahhh… beti… your mouth… it gives me life… it pulls the poison out…
Sabina: Yes… take it all, my husband. Take her cure deep inside you.
Dipa continued her work, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm. This was her purpose now. She was the giver of life, the healer, the sacred vessel. She felt his body begin to tremble, his hips starting to thrust weakly against her mouth.
Dipa: (pulling away slightly) Not yet, Chacha. The medicine must be taken slowly.
She slowed her pace, teasing him, controlling his release, her power absolute. She would give him his climax, his moment of healing, but she would do it in her own time, when she had decided his body was ready to receive it. He groaned, completely surrendered to her will, a patient in the hands of his beautiful, divine healer.
Usman: But I am ready! You have made me ready! My cock is hard for you, beti. It has been dead for so long, and you… you have resurrected it. It wants to give you its thanks.
He groaned, his hips pushing forward, trying to force himself deeper into her throat. She controlled him with the gentle pressure of her hands on his thighs.
Dipa: Soon, Chacha. When the poison is ready to come out.
She resumed her work, her pace picking up, her mouth working him with an expert skill that made his eyes roll back in his head.
Usman: Oh, A-lla-h… yes… right there… it feels… I can feel my blood moving again… I can feel my heart beating stronger! You are a miracle! A houri sent from paradise to save me!
Dipa: I am not a houri, Chacha. I am your medicine. Now… I can feel it building. The sickness is ready to be expelled. You must gather all your remaining strength.
Usman: I will, beti! For you, I will do anything!
Dipa: I want you to give me everything. All of it. Do not hold anything back. Release the poison into my mouth. I will take it. I will swallow it and make it pure. It is the only way. Are you ready?
Usman: Yes… yes… I am ready! I’m… I’m about to… Dipa…!
He pulled all of his energy together, his frail body tensing, his hands gripping her head tightly.
Usman: Take it! Take my life! Take my soul! I give it all to you! Ahhhhhh!
He roared, a sound of pure, primal release, as he erupted, flooding her mouth with his hot, thick seed. Dipa did not flinch. She took it all, swallowing with a serene look of concentration on her face, completing the final, vital step of the healing ritual.
Sabina: I am so proud of you beti, today is only the second day and you already are making him healthy.
Dipa: I am trying my best.
Sabina: Looking at this Canal, I like it here. We can hang few more sarees.
Dipa: I know what you mean. I am here for both of you.
Sabina: Oh, beti. I knew you would understand.
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