22-09-2025, 02:05 PM
Chapter 74: Morning Fire
The mountain morning stirred with a chorus of nature’s whispers, the hilltop cloaked in pre-dawn darkness, the air sharp with the chill of dew-soaked grass and the faint tang of pine drifting from the forest below.
Bird calls—soft trills of sparrows and the distant hoot of an early owl—wove through the silence, mingling with the rustle of leaves stirred by a gentle breeze. Inside the tent, the open flap let in slivers of starlight, the shy half-moon fading as the first glimpses of dawn peeked through the horizon, casting faint silver threads across Nivi and Raghavan’s nude bodies.
They lay entwined on the sleeping bag, Nivi’s curves pressed against his side, her full breasts soft against his chest, her thigh dbangd over his, the sticky traces of his cum from the previous night still lingering on her skin.
The cold air prickled her bare flesh, her nipples hardening, her pussy warm and sensitive from their wild night, her exhibitionism kink simmering at the thought of the open tent, the distant treehouse where Vikram and the boys’ gang slept.
This morning’s mine, wild and free, Nivi thought, her body tingling with anticipation, her transformation pulsing. I’m waking him my way, under this sky.
Nivi stirred, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, the bird calls urging her awake, her body craving to reignite their passion. She shifted, her hands trailing down Raghavan’s chest, nails grazing his skin, her lips brushing his shoulder as she moved lower, her breath warm against his abdomen.
His cock lay semi-hard, stirring as she kissed the V of his pelvis, the musky scent of him—mixed with the faint earthiness of the night—filling her senses. I’m his slut queen, starting this day dirty, she thought, her kink flaring, her pussy warming at the thought of the open flap, the possibility of her sounds carrying to unseen ears.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking slowly, feeling it harden under her touch, precum beading at the tip.
“Daddy,” she whispered, her voice husky, teasing, her lips brushing the head, tasting the salty bead.
“Time to wake up—your slut’s hungry.” Her tongue flicked out, swirling around the tip, savoring his taste, a soft moan escaping as she sucked the head gently, her hand stroking the base, her other hand cupping his balls, massaging them with care.
The sleeping bag rustled beneath her, the cold air kissing her bare ass, her pussy exposed to the tent’s open flap, amplifying her kink.
Raghavan stirred, his groans low and sleepy, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers in the dim light, the dawn’s first glow catching the hunger in his gaze.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, his voice rough with sleep and desire, his hand tangling in her hair, encouraging but not forcing. “Starting the morning with that mouth? My dirty queen, sucking Daddy’s cock under the sky.”
His words ignited her, her mouth taking him deeper, her lips stretching around his shaft, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside, her saliva mixing with his precum, the taste intoxicating.
Nivi’s pace quickened, her head bobbing, cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, her hand twisting at the base, her other hand massaging his balls, feeling them tighten.
“You like it, Daddy?” she murmured, pulling back briefly, her lips glistening, strings of saliva connecting her to his cock, her hand stroking him as she licked the shaft, teasing the vein with slow swirls.
“Me sucking you, bare in this tent, where anyone could hear?” Her voice was naughty, her kink surging at the thought of Vikram or the boys waking to her sounds, her pussy dripping onto the sleeping bag.
Raghavan’s hand tightened in her hair, his hips bucking slightly, his voice a filthy growl. “Love it, slut—your mouth’s made for Daddy’s cock.
Deeper, baby—take it all, let the fucking birds hear you choke.” His words spurred her, her throat relaxing as she took him fully, gagging slightly, her nose pressing against his base, tears prickling her eyes from the effort.
The tent’s canvas walls rustled in the breeze, the dawn’s light creeping in, illuminating her nude form, her ass raised, her pussy slick and exposed, her kink roaring at the openness. She pulled back, gasping, her hand stroking him, her tongue swirling the head, teasing the slit, savoring his precum.
Raghavan’s groans grew louder, his body fully awake, his hand guiding her back down. “Fuck, baby, you’re too good,” he growled, sitting up, his hands gripping her shoulders, pulling her off his cock with a wet pop.
“My turn to fuck that mouth.” He shifted, kneeling on the sleeping bag, his cock level with her face, his hands tangling in her hair as he thrust gently, sliding into her mouth, his cock filling her throat.
Nivi moaned, her hands on his thighs, nails digging in, her mouth working him, sucking hard as he fucked her face, his thrusts controlled but deep, his groans echoing in the tent.
“Take it, slut—Daddy’s fucking your mouth, making you choke under this sky,” he growled, his voice thick, his cock sliding in and out, her saliva dripping down her chin, her pussy warming with each thrust, her kink flaring at the thought of the open flap, the dawn’s light exposing her.
She gagged softly, her eyes watering, but she pushed into him, her tongue swirling, her lips tight around him, the sensation overwhelming.
I’m his, mouth-fucked in the open, letting it all out, she thought, her transformation pulsing, her moans muffled around his cock, her body trembling with desire.
Raghavan’s thrusts quickened, his groans a low rumble, his hands tightening in her hair.
“Fuck, baby—your mouth’s so hot, taking Daddy’s cock like a good slut. Scream for me, let the morning hear.”
Nivi’s moans grew louder, vibrating around him, her pussy dripping onto the sleeping bag, the bird calls and dawn’s light amplifying her wildness, her exhibitionism kink at its peak.
Nivi’s mouth worked Raghavan relentlessly, the tent’s open flap exposing their passion to the mountain morning, her transformation blazing under the dawn’s first light.
The mountain morning stirred with a chorus of nature’s whispers, the hilltop cloaked in pre-dawn darkness, the air sharp with the chill of dew-soaked grass and the faint tang of pine drifting from the forest below.
Bird calls—soft trills of sparrows and the distant hoot of an early owl—wove through the silence, mingling with the rustle of leaves stirred by a gentle breeze. Inside the tent, the open flap let in slivers of starlight, the shy half-moon fading as the first glimpses of dawn peeked through the horizon, casting faint silver threads across Nivi and Raghavan’s nude bodies.
They lay entwined on the sleeping bag, Nivi’s curves pressed against his side, her full breasts soft against his chest, her thigh dbangd over his, the sticky traces of his cum from the previous night still lingering on her skin.
The cold air prickled her bare flesh, her nipples hardening, her pussy warm and sensitive from their wild night, her exhibitionism kink simmering at the thought of the open tent, the distant treehouse where Vikram and the boys’ gang slept.
This morning’s mine, wild and free, Nivi thought, her body tingling with anticipation, her transformation pulsing. I’m waking him my way, under this sky.
Nivi stirred, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, the bird calls urging her awake, her body craving to reignite their passion. She shifted, her hands trailing down Raghavan’s chest, nails grazing his skin, her lips brushing his shoulder as she moved lower, her breath warm against his abdomen.
His cock lay semi-hard, stirring as she kissed the V of his pelvis, the musky scent of him—mixed with the faint earthiness of the night—filling her senses. I’m his slut queen, starting this day dirty, she thought, her kink flaring, her pussy warming at the thought of the open flap, the possibility of her sounds carrying to unseen ears.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking slowly, feeling it harden under her touch, precum beading at the tip.
“Daddy,” she whispered, her voice husky, teasing, her lips brushing the head, tasting the salty bead.
“Time to wake up—your slut’s hungry.” Her tongue flicked out, swirling around the tip, savoring his taste, a soft moan escaping as she sucked the head gently, her hand stroking the base, her other hand cupping his balls, massaging them with care.
The sleeping bag rustled beneath her, the cold air kissing her bare ass, her pussy exposed to the tent’s open flap, amplifying her kink.
Raghavan stirred, his groans low and sleepy, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers in the dim light, the dawn’s first glow catching the hunger in his gaze.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, his voice rough with sleep and desire, his hand tangling in her hair, encouraging but not forcing. “Starting the morning with that mouth? My dirty queen, sucking Daddy’s cock under the sky.”
His words ignited her, her mouth taking him deeper, her lips stretching around his shaft, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside, her saliva mixing with his precum, the taste intoxicating.
Nivi’s pace quickened, her head bobbing, cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, her hand twisting at the base, her other hand massaging his balls, feeling them tighten.
“You like it, Daddy?” she murmured, pulling back briefly, her lips glistening, strings of saliva connecting her to his cock, her hand stroking him as she licked the shaft, teasing the vein with slow swirls.
“Me sucking you, bare in this tent, where anyone could hear?” Her voice was naughty, her kink surging at the thought of Vikram or the boys waking to her sounds, her pussy dripping onto the sleeping bag.
Raghavan’s hand tightened in her hair, his hips bucking slightly, his voice a filthy growl. “Love it, slut—your mouth’s made for Daddy’s cock.
Deeper, baby—take it all, let the fucking birds hear you choke.” His words spurred her, her throat relaxing as she took him fully, gagging slightly, her nose pressing against his base, tears prickling her eyes from the effort.
The tent’s canvas walls rustled in the breeze, the dawn’s light creeping in, illuminating her nude form, her ass raised, her pussy slick and exposed, her kink roaring at the openness. She pulled back, gasping, her hand stroking him, her tongue swirling the head, teasing the slit, savoring his precum.
Raghavan’s groans grew louder, his body fully awake, his hand guiding her back down. “Fuck, baby, you’re too good,” he growled, sitting up, his hands gripping her shoulders, pulling her off his cock with a wet pop.
“My turn to fuck that mouth.” He shifted, kneeling on the sleeping bag, his cock level with her face, his hands tangling in her hair as he thrust gently, sliding into her mouth, his cock filling her throat.
Nivi moaned, her hands on his thighs, nails digging in, her mouth working him, sucking hard as he fucked her face, his thrusts controlled but deep, his groans echoing in the tent.
“Take it, slut—Daddy’s fucking your mouth, making you choke under this sky,” he growled, his voice thick, his cock sliding in and out, her saliva dripping down her chin, her pussy warming with each thrust, her kink flaring at the thought of the open flap, the dawn’s light exposing her.
She gagged softly, her eyes watering, but she pushed into him, her tongue swirling, her lips tight around him, the sensation overwhelming.
I’m his, mouth-fucked in the open, letting it all out, she thought, her transformation pulsing, her moans muffled around his cock, her body trembling with desire.
Raghavan’s thrusts quickened, his groans a low rumble, his hands tightening in her hair.
“Fuck, baby—your mouth’s so hot, taking Daddy’s cock like a good slut. Scream for me, let the morning hear.”
Nivi’s moans grew louder, vibrating around him, her pussy dripping onto the sleeping bag, the bird calls and dawn’s light amplifying her wildness, her exhibitionism kink at its peak.
Nivi’s mouth worked Raghavan relentlessly, the tent’s open flap exposing their passion to the mountain morning, her transformation blazing under the dawn’s first light.