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Saga 7 - Scene 1 - The Hoor's desires
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Five days had passed since Dipa came to save Usman.
It was the middle of the night. Usman was sleeping soundly on the cot, wearing a simple white dhoti, his bare, wizened chest rising and falling peacefully. Sabina was asleep on a mat on the floor nearby.
But Dipa was awake. A familiar, restless heat was coiling in her belly. She looked at the sleeping form of Usman, not with pity or a sense of duty, but with a simple, direct hunger. This man, his body, his pleasure they were now a part of her life, a part of her own satisfaction.
She rose silently from her own mat and crawled onto the cot beside him. She leaned down, her long hair brushing against his skin, and began to lick his chest.
Her tongue traced slow, wet circles around his nipple, tasting the salt on his skin.
He stirred in his sleep, a low groan rumbling in his chest. She continued her ministrations, her mouth moving lower, her tongue dipping into his navel, then tracing a path down his belly toward the soft fabric of his dhoti. He woke with a soft gasp, his eyes fluttering open in the darkness.
Usman: (a sleepy, confused whisper) Dipa? Beti? What are you doing?
Dipa: Shhh. I was hungry for you, Usman. I couldn't sleep.
She lifted her head, her face hovering just above his groin, her eyes gleaming in the faint moonlight filtering through a crack in the tin roof.
Usman: But… Sabina is sleeping…
Dipa: She is tired. Let her rest. Tonight is for you and me.
She lowered her head again and began to kiss and lick his inner thigh, her hand moving to untie the knot of his dhoti. He let out a shuddering breath, his body coming alive under her touch.
Usman: You are… a hoor of the night… a beautiful hoor sent to torment me with pleasure…
She freed his cock from the folds of the dhoti. It was already semi-erect. She took him in her hand, her thumb stroking the head, and then took him deep into her mouth. It was not a ritual this time. It was not medicine. It was pure, selfish pleasure. His pleasure, and hers.
He moaned, a sound that was half-pain, half-ecstasy, his hands tangling in her hair. As Dipa suckled him, a voice, soft and amused, came from the floor.
Sabina: Mmm… what is this beautiful sound? Ah… I see. The goddess is hungry tonight.
Dipa lifted her head, a look of surprise on her face. Sabina was sitting up on her mat, a knowing smile on her lips.
Dipa: Chachi… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you…
Sabina: You did not wake me. The sound of your pleasure woke me. Do not stop on my account. A goddess must eat when she is hungry.
Dipa looked from Sabina’s smiling face down to Usman’s hard, throbbing cock. She smiled back.
Dipa: Come, Chachi. Join us. There is enough pleasure for all of us.
Sabina rose and came to the cot. As Dipa took Usman back into her mouth, Sabina knelt behind her, her hands moving to cup Dipa’s heavy, bare breasts. She began to squeeze them in time with Dipa’s sucking, her thumbs rolling the hard nipples. Dipa moaned around Usman’s shaft.
Sabina then moved lower, her mouth finding Dipa’s wet, waiting cunt. She began to lick and suck with an expert’s touch, her tongue finding Dipa’s clit immediately. Dipa cried out, her own hips beginning to buck, her mouth working on Usman’s cock with a new, frantic energy.
Usman: Oh, Alla-h… both of you… I am… I am dying…
Dipa: (pulling off him for a second) No, you are living! We are all living!
She went back to his cock as Sabina continued to feast on her. The small hut was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their three-way pleasure, a chain of ecstasy with Dipa at its center. Usman’s body began to tremble, his climax approaching.
Usman: I am coming, beti! I cannot hold it!
Dipa: Yes! Give it to me!
He exploded in her mouth, his hot seed a familiar, life-giving taste. At the same moment, feeling his release, and with Sabina’s tongue still working its magic on her, Dipa’s own orgasm ripped through her, a silent, screaming convulsion of pure bliss.
They collapsed into a tangled heap on the cot, a complete, self-contained, and profoundly unconventional family unit, their desires and pleasures inextricably bound together in the warm, dark intimacy of the hut.
Dipa lay in the tangled heap of limbs, her body still humming from her powerful orgasm, the taste of Usman’s life force a faint, salty memory in her throat. She looked at the old man, who was breathing heavily beside her, a look of blissful exhaustion on his face. But she could see a new fire rekindling in his eyes.
Dipa: My Love, Usman, I think you now have enough stamina for Round two.
Usman: (a slow, wolfish grin spreading across his face) Yes, you are right. I feel the power in my body to go again.
Dipa: Awesome! Chachi, I need you again. Please, lick my asshole.
Sabina: Yes, beti, anything for you.
Dipa: I am going to feed Usman now. My love, drink my milk. You deserve it.
She sat up, pulling on the old, borrowed blouse but not bothering to button it. She simply pushed the fabric aside, freeing her huge, milky breasts. Usman immediately moved, his mouth latching onto a nipple with the familiar greed of a devoted supplicant. Sabina moved to Dipa’s back, gently tilting her hips to get better access. Dipa moaned as she felt Sabina’s hot tongue begin to trace the crack of her ass.
Sabina: Let me put my fingers inside you, beti, while I lick.
Dipa: Oh, Chachi, you always know what I want.
Sabina: Oh, I know. I have been in this profession for many, many years now.
Usman: (pulling away for a breath) Ya Alla-h, aaj phir chusne ko milega. Tu mere par bahut meherban hai. (Oh Alla-h, I get to suck again today. You are very merciful to me.)
He latched back onto the nipple, sucking hard, the milk pouring from her breast into his mouth. Dipa moaned loudly, her head falling back.
Dipa: Usman, I love you so much. Kiss me.
He disentangled his mouth from her nipple and moved up, capturing her lips in a deep, wet kiss. They exchanged saliva, the taste of her milk mixing with the taste of her mouth.
Dipa: My love, suck my milk again.
He obeyed, returning to her breast. All the while, Sabina continued her ministrations, her fingers sliding deep inside Dipa’s ass, her tongue licking and probing.
Sabina: Oh Dipa, you are so wet.
Dipa: Yes, Chachi… you are making me so wet… your tongue… your fingers… ahhh…
Sabina worked her with an expert’s skill, her tongue swirling, her fingers stretching and massaging Dipa's insides. At the other end, Usman suckled with a renewed vigor, his free hand moving down to Dipa's wet cunt, his own fingers finding her clit.
Dipa: Oh God… Usman… Chachi… both of you… at the same time…
She was being worshipped from every angle, her body a being attended to by two lovers. Her breast was being drained, her clit was being rubbed, and her ass was being licked and fingered. It was an overwhelming symphony of pleasure.
Dipa: Don’t stop… please, don’t stop… I need it… I need you both… deeper, Chachi! Yes, right there! Usman, pinch my nipple… yes, bite it! I need the pain!
They obeyed her every command, their desire now completely subservient to hers. She was their queen, their goddess, and they were the instruments of her ecstasy.
Sabina: You are ready to burst, beti. So full. So responsive. Let it all out for me.
Dipa: I’m… I’m close… Chachi… Usman… I’m going to… ahhhhhh!
Her body went rigid, a massive orgasm ripping through her, triggered by the simultaneous stimulation. She screamed, a long, high-pitched sound of pure, unadulterated release. As she climaxed, Usman pulled his mouth from her breast, his own body trembling.
Usman: Now… I must be inside you now!
Dipa: (panting, her body still trembling) Yes… fuck me… both of you…
Sabina moved away from Dipa’s ass, her face slick. She gently pushed Dipa onto her back and guided Usman between her legs.
Dipa: No… Chachi, you too.
Sabina: What, beti?
Dipa: Your mouth. While he fucks me. I want your mouth.
Sabina smiled and positioned herself at the head of the cot. Usman entered Dipa with a single, powerful thrust, and at the same moment, Sabina took Dipa’s mouth in a deep, consuming kiss.
Dipa was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, her pussy being filled by Usman’s hard cock, her mouth being possessed by Sabina’s expert tongue, her breasts being squeezed by their free hands. It was a perfect, seamless loop of pleasure, a three bodied organism moving as one.
Usman: I am coming! Dipa! Sabina! I am coming!
Dipa: (muffled by Sabina’s kiss) Yes! Fill me!
He roared as he came, his hot seed flooding her womb. As she felt his release, Dipa climaxed again, her body bucking and spasming, her teeth biting down gently on Sabina’s tongue. They all collapsed together, a tangled, sweaty, spent heap, their individual desires momentarily satisfied in a shared, explosive release.
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Five days had passed since Dipa came to save Usman.
It was the middle of the night. Usman was sleeping soundly on the cot, wearing a simple white dhoti, his bare, wizened chest rising and falling peacefully. Sabina was asleep on a mat on the floor nearby.
But Dipa was awake. A familiar, restless heat was coiling in her belly. She looked at the sleeping form of Usman, not with pity or a sense of duty, but with a simple, direct hunger. This man, his body, his pleasure they were now a part of her life, a part of her own satisfaction.
She rose silently from her own mat and crawled onto the cot beside him. She leaned down, her long hair brushing against his skin, and began to lick his chest.
Her tongue traced slow, wet circles around his nipple, tasting the salt on his skin.
He stirred in his sleep, a low groan rumbling in his chest. She continued her ministrations, her mouth moving lower, her tongue dipping into his navel, then tracing a path down his belly toward the soft fabric of his dhoti. He woke with a soft gasp, his eyes fluttering open in the darkness.
Usman: (a sleepy, confused whisper) Dipa? Beti? What are you doing?
Dipa: Shhh. I was hungry for you, Usman. I couldn't sleep.
She lifted her head, her face hovering just above his groin, her eyes gleaming in the faint moonlight filtering through a crack in the tin roof.
Usman: But… Sabina is sleeping…
Dipa: She is tired. Let her rest. Tonight is for you and me.
She lowered her head again and began to kiss and lick his inner thigh, her hand moving to untie the knot of his dhoti. He let out a shuddering breath, his body coming alive under her touch.
Usman: You are… a hoor of the night… a beautiful hoor sent to torment me with pleasure…
She freed his cock from the folds of the dhoti. It was already semi-erect. She took him in her hand, her thumb stroking the head, and then took him deep into her mouth. It was not a ritual this time. It was not medicine. It was pure, selfish pleasure. His pleasure, and hers.
He moaned, a sound that was half-pain, half-ecstasy, his hands tangling in her hair. As Dipa suckled him, a voice, soft and amused, came from the floor.
Sabina: Mmm… what is this beautiful sound? Ah… I see. The goddess is hungry tonight.
Dipa lifted her head, a look of surprise on her face. Sabina was sitting up on her mat, a knowing smile on her lips.
Dipa: Chachi… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you…
Sabina: You did not wake me. The sound of your pleasure woke me. Do not stop on my account. A goddess must eat when she is hungry.
Dipa looked from Sabina’s smiling face down to Usman’s hard, throbbing cock. She smiled back.
Dipa: Come, Chachi. Join us. There is enough pleasure for all of us.
Sabina rose and came to the cot. As Dipa took Usman back into her mouth, Sabina knelt behind her, her hands moving to cup Dipa’s heavy, bare breasts. She began to squeeze them in time with Dipa’s sucking, her thumbs rolling the hard nipples. Dipa moaned around Usman’s shaft.
Sabina then moved lower, her mouth finding Dipa’s wet, waiting cunt. She began to lick and suck with an expert’s touch, her tongue finding Dipa’s clit immediately. Dipa cried out, her own hips beginning to buck, her mouth working on Usman’s cock with a new, frantic energy.
Usman: Oh, Alla-h… both of you… I am… I am dying…
Dipa: (pulling off him for a second) No, you are living! We are all living!
She went back to his cock as Sabina continued to feast on her. The small hut was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their three-way pleasure, a chain of ecstasy with Dipa at its center. Usman’s body began to tremble, his climax approaching.
Usman: I am coming, beti! I cannot hold it!
Dipa: Yes! Give it to me!
He exploded in her mouth, his hot seed a familiar, life-giving taste. At the same moment, feeling his release, and with Sabina’s tongue still working its magic on her, Dipa’s own orgasm ripped through her, a silent, screaming convulsion of pure bliss.
They collapsed into a tangled heap on the cot, a complete, self-contained, and profoundly unconventional family unit, their desires and pleasures inextricably bound together in the warm, dark intimacy of the hut.
Dipa lay in the tangled heap of limbs, her body still humming from her powerful orgasm, the taste of Usman’s life force a faint, salty memory in her throat. She looked at the old man, who was breathing heavily beside her, a look of blissful exhaustion on his face. But she could see a new fire rekindling in his eyes.
Dipa: My Love, Usman, I think you now have enough stamina for Round two.
Usman: (a slow, wolfish grin spreading across his face) Yes, you are right. I feel the power in my body to go again.
Dipa: Awesome! Chachi, I need you again. Please, lick my asshole.
Sabina: Yes, beti, anything for you.
Dipa: I am going to feed Usman now. My love, drink my milk. You deserve it.
She sat up, pulling on the old, borrowed blouse but not bothering to button it. She simply pushed the fabric aside, freeing her huge, milky breasts. Usman immediately moved, his mouth latching onto a nipple with the familiar greed of a devoted supplicant. Sabina moved to Dipa’s back, gently tilting her hips to get better access. Dipa moaned as she felt Sabina’s hot tongue begin to trace the crack of her ass.
Sabina: Let me put my fingers inside you, beti, while I lick.
Dipa: Oh, Chachi, you always know what I want.
Sabina: Oh, I know. I have been in this profession for many, many years now.
Usman: (pulling away for a breath) Ya Alla-h, aaj phir chusne ko milega. Tu mere par bahut meherban hai. (Oh Alla-h, I get to suck again today. You are very merciful to me.)
He latched back onto the nipple, sucking hard, the milk pouring from her breast into his mouth. Dipa moaned loudly, her head falling back.
Dipa: Usman, I love you so much. Kiss me.
He disentangled his mouth from her nipple and moved up, capturing her lips in a deep, wet kiss. They exchanged saliva, the taste of her milk mixing with the taste of her mouth.
Dipa: My love, suck my milk again.
He obeyed, returning to her breast. All the while, Sabina continued her ministrations, her fingers sliding deep inside Dipa’s ass, her tongue licking and probing.
Sabina: Oh Dipa, you are so wet.
Dipa: Yes, Chachi… you are making me so wet… your tongue… your fingers… ahhh…
Sabina worked her with an expert’s skill, her tongue swirling, her fingers stretching and massaging Dipa's insides. At the other end, Usman suckled with a renewed vigor, his free hand moving down to Dipa's wet cunt, his own fingers finding her clit.
Dipa: Oh God… Usman… Chachi… both of you… at the same time…
She was being worshipped from every angle, her body a being attended to by two lovers. Her breast was being drained, her clit was being rubbed, and her ass was being licked and fingered. It was an overwhelming symphony of pleasure.
Dipa: Don’t stop… please, don’t stop… I need it… I need you both… deeper, Chachi! Yes, right there! Usman, pinch my nipple… yes, bite it! I need the pain!
They obeyed her every command, their desire now completely subservient to hers. She was their queen, their goddess, and they were the instruments of her ecstasy.
Sabina: You are ready to burst, beti. So full. So responsive. Let it all out for me.
Dipa: I’m… I’m close… Chachi… Usman… I’m going to… ahhhhhh!
Her body went rigid, a massive orgasm ripping through her, triggered by the simultaneous stimulation. She screamed, a long, high-pitched sound of pure, unadulterated release. As she climaxed, Usman pulled his mouth from her breast, his own body trembling.
Usman: Now… I must be inside you now!
Dipa: (panting, her body still trembling) Yes… fuck me… both of you…
Sabina moved away from Dipa’s ass, her face slick. She gently pushed Dipa onto her back and guided Usman between her legs.
Dipa: No… Chachi, you too.
Sabina: What, beti?
Dipa: Your mouth. While he fucks me. I want your mouth.
Sabina smiled and positioned herself at the head of the cot. Usman entered Dipa with a single, powerful thrust, and at the same moment, Sabina took Dipa’s mouth in a deep, consuming kiss.
Dipa was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, her pussy being filled by Usman’s hard cock, her mouth being possessed by Sabina’s expert tongue, her breasts being squeezed by their free hands. It was a perfect, seamless loop of pleasure, a three bodied organism moving as one.
Usman: I am coming! Dipa! Sabina! I am coming!
Dipa: (muffled by Sabina’s kiss) Yes! Fill me!
He roared as he came, his hot seed flooding her womb. As she felt his release, Dipa climaxed again, her body bucking and spasming, her teeth biting down gently on Sabina’s tongue. They all collapsed together, a tangled, sweaty, spent heap, their individual desires momentarily satisfied in a shared, explosive release.
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