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Saga 6 - Scene 2 - Usman Miya - Jahar(Poison) ka Ejaculation
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Usman sat on the low wooden stool, a look of profound, peaceful exhaustion on his face. He was spent but content. Dipa stood before him, her body glistening with water, the salty taste of Usman's sperm still on her lips.
Sabina: He is at peace now, beti. But you have given so much of yourself. The ritual has left you humming with power. It is not good to leave a vessel so full of energy.
Dipa looked at Sabina, a silent question in her eyes. Sabina picked up a few more old, faded saris. She moved with a quiet, deliberate purpose, stringing them up on the line next to the others, creating a thicker, more opaque wall of fabric that completely enclosed a small section of the canal bank where the water lapped at their feet. From his stool, Usman could now only see their ankles and the shifting colors of the fabric. He could only guess what was happening inside. Sabina turned to Dipa and took her hand, a conspiratorial, hungry glint in her eyes.
Sabina: He has had his medicine. But the healer must also be cared for. I was so horny for you, beti, watching you give him so much. I cannot be left behind.
She led Dipa by the hand, pulling her inside the makeshift sari enclosure. They were now hidden from the world, in a small, private temple of their own.
Sabina: You are so beautiful when you are like this. So powerful. Your skin glows.
Dipa: It is the work, Chachi. It fills me up.
Sabina: Then let me help you release what is left.
Sabina knelt on the packed, damp earth by the water's edge and pulled Dipa down gently in front of her. She took Dipa’s face in her hands, her thumbs stroking her cheeks.
Sabina: You gave him your mouth. Your throat. You took his poison. Now, give them to me.
She leaned in and kissed Dipa, a slow, deep, cleansing kiss. Her tongue swept into Dipa’s mouth, tasting the remnants of Usman, tasting Dipa herself. She licked Dipa's tongue clean, sucking it, tasting the leftover poison as if it were her sacred duty. It was not a kiss of demand, but of worship. Dipa melted into it, her hands coming up to clutch Sabina’s shoulders.
Dipa: Yes, Chachi… yes…
Sabina’s hands slid down from Dipa’s face, over her shoulders, and cupped her breasts. The soft nipples were still hard and exquisitely sensitive.
Sabina: Let me drink… I want to taste you.
She lowered her head, taking a nipple in her mouth, her tongue laving the raw flesh, her lips suckling gently. It was pure, focused pleasure.
Dipa: Ahhh… yes… that feels… so good…
Sabina suckled at one breast, then the other, her hands roaming Dipa’s body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips.
Sabina: Now lie back, beti. Let me worship you properly.
Dipa lay back on the soft, damp earth of the canal bank within their enclosure. Sabina moved between her legs.
Sabina: You gave him his release. Now, I will give you yours.
Her mouth descended, her tongue finding Dipa’s clit with an unerring accuracy. Dipa gasped, her hips immediately beginning to buck and grind against Sabina’s expert mouth.
Dipa: Oh, Chachi… you… you know…
Sabina: I know what your body needs, beti.
She continued her worship, her tongue a masterful instrument, bringing Dipa to the very brink of orgasm. But then she stopped, pulling away slightly.
Dipa: (a breathy, desperate whimper) Chachi… please…
Sabina: Shhh. The front has been purified. But the ritual is not complete. A goddess must be clean everywhere. You took his poison in your mouth. Now I must ensure no trace of it remains anywhere. It is my duty to clean you properly.
Before Dipa could process her words, Sabina moved lower. Dipa felt a wet, warm touch on her ass crack. She tensed, a jolt of shock and a new, forbidden thrill shooting through her.
Dipa: Chachi… what…
Sabina: Be still, beti. Let me do my duty.
Sabina’s tongue began to trace the delicate line between Dipa's ass cheeks, moving slowly, deliberately, from the base of her spine downwards. Dipa had never felt anything like it. It was shockingly intimate, a violation that felt like a benediction.
Sabina: So soft here… so perfect…
Her tongue found Dipa’s anus. Dipa gasped, her whole body clenching. Sabina licked the tiny, puckered hole, circling it, teasing it.
Dipa: Oh, God… Chachi… that is… a dirty place…
Sabina: (her voice a low murmur against Dipa's skin) There is no dirty place on you. This is where the body holds its deepest secrets. To clean it is the highest form of my devotion to you.
She probed gently with the tip of her tongue, and Dipa’s body, despite her mind’s protest, relaxed and opened for her. Sabina pushed her entire tongue inside Dipa’s ass.
Dipa screamed, a raw, sharp sound of overwhelming, unbearable pleasure. Her hips bucked wildly, her back arching off the ground. Sabina held her down, her tongue working deep inside, licking and cleaning the inner walls of her rectum with a slow, rhythmic intensity. It was the most profound, most invasive, most ecstatic sensation of Dipa's life.
Dipa: I’m… I’m cumming! Chachi, I can’t stop!
With a final, desperate cry that was swallowed by the flimsy sari walls, she exploded, her orgasm a violent, full-body convulsion that went on and on, a release so powerful it felt like her very soul was being emptied onto the sacred ground by the canal.
Dipa lay on the damp earth, her body trembling in the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. Sabina was still kneeling between her legs, her face glistening, her eyes shining with a look of pure, unadulterated devotion. She gently stroked Dipa’s inner thigh.
Sabina: You are clean now, beti. The last of the tension is gone from your body.
Dipa: (a soft, exhausted sigh) Yes, Chachi… thank you…
Sabina: But the ritual is not complete. Now, I must be anointed with your new, pure essence. I need the your water, beti. The final cleansing.
Dipa looked at her, confused, her mind still hazy with pleasure.
Dipa: My water? What do you mean?
Sabina lowered her head slightly, her voice dropping to a reverent whisper.
Sabina: Please, beti. Urinate on me.
The words, so calmly spoken, shocked Dipa back to a sharper reality.
Dipa: What? Chachi, no! I can’t do that! You will become dirty!
Sabina: Your water cannot be dirty. It is the final purification. Please, beti. Do it. The canal is right here. I will clean myself in the cool water afterwards. But first, I must be anointed by you. It is the only way to truly seal our bond.
Dipa stared at the woman, at the absolute sincerity and desperate need in her eyes. It was insane. It was disgusting. And in the twisted, sacred logic of the world they had created in this small sari tent, it was the most perfect, logical next step.
Slowly, without another word, Dipa relaxed the muscles of her bladder. A warm, golden stream began to flow from her body, splashing onto Sabina’s upturned, worshipful face.
Sabina didn't flinch. She closed her eyes, a look of pure ecstasy on her face as the hot liquid streamed over her cheeks, her lips, her chin, and down her neck.
Sabina: Yes… yes, beti… wash me… purify me with your water…
She opened her mouth, trying to catch the stream, to taste it directly from the source. Dipa watched in a state of stunned, powerful arousal, her hips rising slightly to give Sabina better access.
When Dipa’s bladder was empty, the stream stopped. Sabina remained kneeling, her face and chest drenched in urine, a look of blissful peace on her face.
Sabina: Thank you, beti. Now I am truly yours. The bond is sealed.
She stood up, her wiry body gleaming, and walked the few steps to the edge of the canal. She waded into the cool, murky water and began to wash herself, rinsing Dipa’s essence from her skin with the same reverence she had shown in applying it.
Dipa sat up, watching her. The image was surreal: the naked, anointed priestess performing her ablutions in the canal, the first light of dawn beginning to pierce the sky behind her.
Sabina returned from the water, clean and refreshed. She came to Dipa and helped her to her feet.
Sabina: Now, my goddess. Let me help you dress. The world is not yet ready to see you as you truly are.
She gently helped Dipa back into her clothes, her touch now possessing a new, deeper intimacy.
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Usman sat on the low wooden stool, a look of profound, peaceful exhaustion on his face. He was spent but content. Dipa stood before him, her body glistening with water, the salty taste of Usman's sperm still on her lips.
Sabina: He is at peace now, beti. But you have given so much of yourself. The ritual has left you humming with power. It is not good to leave a vessel so full of energy.
Dipa looked at Sabina, a silent question in her eyes. Sabina picked up a few more old, faded saris. She moved with a quiet, deliberate purpose, stringing them up on the line next to the others, creating a thicker, more opaque wall of fabric that completely enclosed a small section of the canal bank where the water lapped at their feet. From his stool, Usman could now only see their ankles and the shifting colors of the fabric. He could only guess what was happening inside. Sabina turned to Dipa and took her hand, a conspiratorial, hungry glint in her eyes.
Sabina: He has had his medicine. But the healer must also be cared for. I was so horny for you, beti, watching you give him so much. I cannot be left behind.
She led Dipa by the hand, pulling her inside the makeshift sari enclosure. They were now hidden from the world, in a small, private temple of their own.
Sabina: You are so beautiful when you are like this. So powerful. Your skin glows.
Dipa: It is the work, Chachi. It fills me up.
Sabina: Then let me help you release what is left.
Sabina knelt on the packed, damp earth by the water's edge and pulled Dipa down gently in front of her. She took Dipa’s face in her hands, her thumbs stroking her cheeks.
Sabina: You gave him your mouth. Your throat. You took his poison. Now, give them to me.
She leaned in and kissed Dipa, a slow, deep, cleansing kiss. Her tongue swept into Dipa’s mouth, tasting the remnants of Usman, tasting Dipa herself. She licked Dipa's tongue clean, sucking it, tasting the leftover poison as if it were her sacred duty. It was not a kiss of demand, but of worship. Dipa melted into it, her hands coming up to clutch Sabina’s shoulders.
Dipa: Yes, Chachi… yes…
Sabina’s hands slid down from Dipa’s face, over her shoulders, and cupped her breasts. The soft nipples were still hard and exquisitely sensitive.
Sabina: Let me drink… I want to taste you.
She lowered her head, taking a nipple in her mouth, her tongue laving the raw flesh, her lips suckling gently. It was pure, focused pleasure.
Dipa: Ahhh… yes… that feels… so good…
Sabina suckled at one breast, then the other, her hands roaming Dipa’s body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips.
Sabina: Now lie back, beti. Let me worship you properly.
Dipa lay back on the soft, damp earth of the canal bank within their enclosure. Sabina moved between her legs.
Sabina: You gave him his release. Now, I will give you yours.
Her mouth descended, her tongue finding Dipa’s clit with an unerring accuracy. Dipa gasped, her hips immediately beginning to buck and grind against Sabina’s expert mouth.
Dipa: Oh, Chachi… you… you know…
Sabina: I know what your body needs, beti.
She continued her worship, her tongue a masterful instrument, bringing Dipa to the very brink of orgasm. But then she stopped, pulling away slightly.
Dipa: (a breathy, desperate whimper) Chachi… please…
Sabina: Shhh. The front has been purified. But the ritual is not complete. A goddess must be clean everywhere. You took his poison in your mouth. Now I must ensure no trace of it remains anywhere. It is my duty to clean you properly.
Before Dipa could process her words, Sabina moved lower. Dipa felt a wet, warm touch on her ass crack. She tensed, a jolt of shock and a new, forbidden thrill shooting through her.
Dipa: Chachi… what…
Sabina: Be still, beti. Let me do my duty.
Sabina’s tongue began to trace the delicate line between Dipa's ass cheeks, moving slowly, deliberately, from the base of her spine downwards. Dipa had never felt anything like it. It was shockingly intimate, a violation that felt like a benediction.
Sabina: So soft here… so perfect…
Her tongue found Dipa’s anus. Dipa gasped, her whole body clenching. Sabina licked the tiny, puckered hole, circling it, teasing it.
Dipa: Oh, God… Chachi… that is… a dirty place…
Sabina: (her voice a low murmur against Dipa's skin) There is no dirty place on you. This is where the body holds its deepest secrets. To clean it is the highest form of my devotion to you.
She probed gently with the tip of her tongue, and Dipa’s body, despite her mind’s protest, relaxed and opened for her. Sabina pushed her entire tongue inside Dipa’s ass.
Dipa screamed, a raw, sharp sound of overwhelming, unbearable pleasure. Her hips bucked wildly, her back arching off the ground. Sabina held her down, her tongue working deep inside, licking and cleaning the inner walls of her rectum with a slow, rhythmic intensity. It was the most profound, most invasive, most ecstatic sensation of Dipa's life.
Dipa: I’m… I’m cumming! Chachi, I can’t stop!
With a final, desperate cry that was swallowed by the flimsy sari walls, she exploded, her orgasm a violent, full-body convulsion that went on and on, a release so powerful it felt like her very soul was being emptied onto the sacred ground by the canal.
Dipa lay on the damp earth, her body trembling in the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. Sabina was still kneeling between her legs, her face glistening, her eyes shining with a look of pure, unadulterated devotion. She gently stroked Dipa’s inner thigh.
Sabina: You are clean now, beti. The last of the tension is gone from your body.
Dipa: (a soft, exhausted sigh) Yes, Chachi… thank you…
Sabina: But the ritual is not complete. Now, I must be anointed with your new, pure essence. I need the your water, beti. The final cleansing.
Dipa looked at her, confused, her mind still hazy with pleasure.
Dipa: My water? What do you mean?
Sabina lowered her head slightly, her voice dropping to a reverent whisper.
Sabina: Please, beti. Urinate on me.
The words, so calmly spoken, shocked Dipa back to a sharper reality.
Dipa: What? Chachi, no! I can’t do that! You will become dirty!
Sabina: Your water cannot be dirty. It is the final purification. Please, beti. Do it. The canal is right here. I will clean myself in the cool water afterwards. But first, I must be anointed by you. It is the only way to truly seal our bond.
Dipa stared at the woman, at the absolute sincerity and desperate need in her eyes. It was insane. It was disgusting. And in the twisted, sacred logic of the world they had created in this small sari tent, it was the most perfect, logical next step.
Slowly, without another word, Dipa relaxed the muscles of her bladder. A warm, golden stream began to flow from her body, splashing onto Sabina’s upturned, worshipful face.
Sabina didn't flinch. She closed her eyes, a look of pure ecstasy on her face as the hot liquid streamed over her cheeks, her lips, her chin, and down her neck.
Sabina: Yes… yes, beti… wash me… purify me with your water…
She opened her mouth, trying to catch the stream, to taste it directly from the source. Dipa watched in a state of stunned, powerful arousal, her hips rising slightly to give Sabina better access.
When Dipa’s bladder was empty, the stream stopped. Sabina remained kneeling, her face and chest drenched in urine, a look of blissful peace on her face.
Sabina: Thank you, beti. Now I am truly yours. The bond is sealed.
She stood up, her wiry body gleaming, and walked the few steps to the edge of the canal. She waded into the cool, murky water and began to wash herself, rinsing Dipa’s essence from her skin with the same reverence she had shown in applying it.
Dipa sat up, watching her. The image was surreal: the naked, anointed priestess performing her ablutions in the canal, the first light of dawn beginning to pierce the sky behind her.
Sabina returned from the water, clean and refreshed. She came to Dipa and helped her to her feet.
Sabina: Now, my goddess. Let me help you dress. The world is not yet ready to see you as you truly are.
She gently helped Dipa back into her clothes, her touch now possessing a new, deeper intimacy.
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