06-01-2026, 09:18 AM
43. Flames of Vengeance and Surrendered Devotion
The apartment complex lay shrouded in the heavy veil of midnight, the usual cacophony of daily life silenced into an uneasy hush. Streetlights flickered like distant stars, casting elongated shadows across the corridors. Vinay's footsteps echoed sharply as he stormed toward the secretary's flat on the ground floor, his muscular frame taut with barely contained fury. The events of the past week replayed in his mind like a nightmare on loop: Priya's tear-streaked face as she confessed the blackmail, the grainy yet damning videos of her intimate moments with Rajesh twisted into leverage, and worst of all, the hidden CCTV feeds he'd installed—raw, brutal recordings of Reddy's assaults on Priya. Each one a violation, her screams piercing the speakers as the piggish secretary forced himself upon her, pounding into her pussy and ass with savage thrusts, her body writhing in resistance while he grunted like a beast, spilling his cum inside her abused holes.
Vinay's hand clenched around the phone in his pocket, the compiled files burning a hole in his digital arsenal. But rage demanded more than anonymous threats; it craved confrontation, a personal reckoning. The cursed amulet around his neck pulsed warmly against his chest, its dark energy stirring like a serpent awakening, whispering promises of control and retribution. He wasn't just going to ruin Reddy—he was going to shatter his world from within. And for that, Jahnavi Reddy, the devout wife who'd turned a blind eye to her husband's lechery for years, would be the key.
Jahnavi was in her mid-30s, a woman whose beauty simmered beneath layers of tradition and piety. Her fair complexion glowed like polished ivory under the soft light of her living room lamps, a stark contrast to her husband's sweaty, swarthy bulk. She wasn't the voluptuous siren Anjali was—no massive breasts straining against fabric or hips that swayed with overt seduction—but she possessed a subtle sexiness all her own. Her body was curvaceous in a modest way: full C-cup breasts that filled her blouses demurely, a rounded ass that hinted at softness under her sarees, and long, shapely legs often hidden by petticoats. Her face was heart-shaped, with almond eyes framed by kohl, full lips painted a subtle red, and raven hair coiled in a neat bun, adorned with jasmine flowers during prayers. Devout to a fault, she spent mornings at the temple, her mangalsutra a constant reminder of her vows, her wardrobe a parade of silk sarees in pastel shades that dbangd elegantly over her form, revealing just enough curve to stir quiet fantasies in the men of the complex without inviting scandal.
Tonight, she sat alone in the living room, her husband out on one of his 'association meetings'—a euphemism Vinay now knew masked his predations. Jahnavi sipped chamomile tea, her silk blouse tucked neatly into her petticoat, the saree pallu dbangd over her shoulder, reading a devotional book by the light of a single bulb. The knock at the door startled her, sharp and insistent. She rose gracefully, smoothing her attire, and peered through the peephole. Vinay's face, twisted in anger, stared back.
'Vinay? At this hour?' she murmured, unlocking the door with hesitant fingers. He pushed in without invitation, his presence filling the small space like a storm cloud. Jahnavi stepped back, her eyes widening at the wild glint in his. 'What is it? Is everything alright?'
Vinay slammed the door behind him, his chest heaving. 'Alright? No, Jahnavi aunty, nothing is fucking alright.' His voice was a low growl, laced with venom. He pulled out his phone, thrusting it toward her. 'Your husband— that slimy bastard Reddy—has been blackmailing Priya. Filming her in intimate moments with Rajesh bhaiya, then using it to force her into... this.' He hit play on the first video, the screen illuminating her shocked face.
The footage began innocently enough: Priya entering Rajesh's flat, their laughter soft. But it quickly turned explicit. The hidden camera captured Priya on her knees, her lips sliding over Rajesh's smaller cock, sucking with eager slurps, her tongue swirling around the head as he groaned, hands tangled in her hair. Jahnavi's hand flew to her mouth, a gasp escaping. 'Oh God, no...'
But Vinay didn't stop. 'That's just the bait. Watch what he did to her.' He switched to the first 'bang' video, the corridor cam showing Priya entering Reddy's flat, then cutting to the bedroom feed. There she was, backed against the wall, her kurti torn open, exposing her sports bra. Reddy's meaty hands ripped it down, his mouth latching onto her nipple, sucking hard while she screamed, 'No! Stop, please!' Her body thrashed, legs kicking, but he pinned her, yanking her leggings down, fingers shoving into her dry pussy, pumping roughly as she clawed his arms.
Jahnavi's knees buckled; she sank onto the couch, tears welling in her eyes. 'This can't be... my husband? He wouldn't...'
'He did,' Vinay snarled, fast-forwarding. The video showed Reddy forcing his stubby cock into her mouth, gagging her with thrusts that made her choke, saliva and precum dribbling down her chin. Then he bent her over the couch, slamming into her pussy from behind, her cries of 'It hurts! Pull out!' mixing with the wet slaps of flesh. He flipped her, reaming her ass next, the tight hole stretching painfully around his girth, blood-tinged lube from her resistance. Finally, he came inside her pussy, grunting as ropes of cum filled her, leaking out as she sobbed.
Vinay played the next two assaults: one in the office, Priya bent over the desk, Reddy fucking her throat until she retched, then pounding her pussy while she begged, 'bang! You're banging me!'; the other in the bedroom, her wrists bound, his cock buried in her ass, her screams muffled by a pillow as he slapped her cheeks red. Each video was a testament to her immense resistance—nails raking skin, heels digging into thighs, pleas turning to wails—yet Reddy's brutality prevailed, his cum marking her each time.
Jahnavi wept openly now, her fair cheeks flushed with horror and shame. 'I... I had no idea. He's been distant, but this? Devi ma, forgive us...'
Vinay's hands shook as he pocketed the phone. 'Distant? He's a monster. And I'm done. I'm going to kill him, Jahnavi. Tonight. Wrap my hands around his fat neck and squeeze until his eyes pop.' His voice cracked with rage, the amulet glowing faintly under his shirt, its dark tendrils feeding on his fury, amplifying it into something primal.
'No!' Jahnavi lunged forward, grabbing his arm, her devout nature surging to the forefront. Her fingers dug into his bicep, her body pressing close in desperation—her soft breasts brushing his chest through the silk. 'Vinay, please! Don't do this. He's my husband, the father of my children. Think of the scandal, the sin! I'll go to the security officer, confess everything. Just... don't take a life. It's against dharma.'
He loomed over her, eyes blazing. 'Why should I listen? Your husband's ruined Priya—my friend, my... everything. She's bruised, broken inside because of him.' To drive the point home, he pulled out a tablet synced to the remaining feeds, showing a live glimpse: though no new assault tonight, a cached clip from earlier played—Reddy leering at another woman in the lobby, his hand grazing her ass. 'See? He won't stop. And I'll make sure he never hurts anyone again.'
Jahnavi fell to her knees before him, her saree pooling around her like a fallen petal, hands clasped in supplication. Her fair skin paled further, tears streaming down her face, smudging her kohl. 'Please, Vinay. I'm begging you—as a sister, as a devotee. I'll do anything. Anything to stop you. Punish me instead. Take your anger out on me. Just spare him.' Her voice trembled, the words spilling from a place of deep faith and wifely duty, yet laced with an undercurrent of fear—and perhaps, buried deep, a flicker of forbidden curiosity. She'd always been the picture of piety, but in the quiet nights, when Reddy's touches grew perfunctory, she'd felt the ache of unfulfilled desire, her body yearning for the passion her scriptures only hinted at.
Vinay paused, the amulet thrumming against his skin, its magic coiling like smoke in his veins. He looked down at her—kneeling, vulnerable, her full lips parted in plea, the swell of her breasts rising with each sob. The dark energy whispered: Take her. Bend her to your will. Use her submission to seal his fate. A mix of rage and arousal stirred in him; Priya's pain demanded justice, but this woman's offer ignited something darker. 'Anything?' he echoed, his voice husky now, stepping closer so his crotch was level with her face.
Jahnavi nodded frantically, her bun loosening slightly, a strand of hair falling across her cheek. 'Yes, Vinay. Anything. Just promise—no blood.'
He reached down, tilting her chin up with a finger, forcing her eyes to meet his. The amulet's glow intensified, unseen but felt—a subtle wave of compulsion rippling from it, weaving into her mind like incense smoke, dulling her resistance, heightening her senses. 'Stand up,' he commanded softly, the magic lacing his words with irresistible pull.
She rose unsteadily, her body obeying before her mind could protest, the devout wife's pleas morphing into a hazy willingness. Vinay's hands found her shoulders, guiding her back against the wall, the cool plaster a shock against her heated skin. 'You want to save him? Prove it. Let me unwrap you, Jahnavi. Layer by layer, until you're bare before me. Submit, and I'll spare his worthless life—for now.'
Her breath hitched, a whimper escaping as the magic tugged at her core, stirring warmth between her thighs despite the sin screaming in her soul. 'This is wrong... I'm married, chaste in thought...' But her hands didn't push him away; instead, they hovered, trembling.
Vinay's fingers traced the edge of her saree pallu, the silk whispering under his touch. Slowly, deliberately, he unpinned it from her shoulder, letting the fabric slide down her arm, revealing the taut blouse beneath. The blouse was cream-colored, semi-transparent in the lamplight, hugging her full breasts, the outline of her beige bra visible. Her nipples, dark shadows against the material, hardened involuntarily as the air kissed her skin. 'Beautiful,' he murmured, his breath hot on her neck. 'So fair, so soft. Reddy doesn't deserve this.'
Jahnavi shivered, her hands clutching the wall. 'Please... gentle. I've never... not like this.' The magic deepened its hold, her guilt twisting into a forbidden thrill, her pussy clenching with unwelcome need.
He leaned in, lips brushing her earlobe, then trailing down her jaw in feather-light kisses. She gasped, head tilting to expose her throat. Vinay's mouth claimed it, sucking gently at first, then harder, teeth grazing the pulse point until a faint mark bloomed—a secret brand. His hands moved to the saree's pleats at her waist, fingers hooking into the fabric, tugging slowly. Inch by inch, the saree unraveled, pooling at her feet in a silken heap, leaving her in petticoat and blouse. Her petticoat clung to her hips, the tie at her navel taut, hinting at the soft belly beneath.
'Look at you,' Vinay growled, stepping back to admire. Her fair skin glowed, curves more pronounced now—breasts heaving, the blouse straining at the buttons, her ass rounding the petticoat's fabric. He reached for the blouse hooks at her back, undoing them one by one with agonizing slowness. The first pop exposed her shoulder blades; the second, the dip of her spine; the third, the clasp of her bra. Jahnavi moaned softly, a sound of conflict—devotion warring with desire—as the blouse loosened.
He peeled it off her arms, letting it flutter down. Her bra was simple lace, cups cradling her C-cups, the fair flesh spilling slightly over the edges. Vinay's hands cupped them from behind, squeezing firmly, thumbs circling the nipples through the fabric. They pebbled instantly, hard and aching. 'These tits... so responsive. Does he even touch them anymore?' He kneaded, rolling the buds between fingers, eliciting a sharp cry from her.
'Ahh... Vinay, no... yes... Devi, forgive me,' she whimpered, arching into his palms despite herself. The magic amplified every sensation, her clit throbbing, juices dampening her panties.
Satisfied, he unclasped the bra, sliding the straps down her arms. Her breasts bounced free—heavy, fair orbs with dusky areolas, nipples erect like ripe berries. Vinay turned her to face him, eyes devouring the sight. He bent, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard—tongue flicking, teeth nipping—while his hand pinched the other. Jahnavi’s hands flew to his hair, pulling him closer, her body betraying her vows with a flood of arousal. 'Oh God... it feels... too good. Stop... don't stop.' Milk-white skin flushed pink, her moans filling the room, lewd and unrestrained.
Vinay lavished attention on her breasts, alternating sucks and licks, leaving them shiny with saliva, marked with faint bites. Only when she was panting, knees weak, did he move lower. His fingers untied the petticoat string, the fabric whispering down her legs, exposing her thighs—smooth, fair, with a subtle curve. She stood in just her panties now, plain cotton, a wet spot darkening the crotch.
'So wet for me already,' he teased, tracing the outline of her pussy lips through the fabric. Jahnavi bucked, a sob escaping. 'It's the sin... making me burn.' He hooked his fingers in the waistband, peeling the panties down slowly, revealing her mound—neatly trimmed bush above plump, pink folds glistening with need. The scent of her arousal—musky, sweet—filled the air. Fully nude now, her body trembled, fair skin prickling with goosebumps, pussy lips swollen and parted slightly, clit peeking out.
Vinay stripped quickly, his thick cock springing free—veined, hard, precum beading at the tip, far superior to Reddy's stubby tool. Jahnavi's eyes widened, a mix of fear and hunger. 'It's... so big. He'll know...'
'He won't,' Vinay promised, the amulet pulsing as he pushed her onto the couch, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy opened like a flower, inner walls pink and slick. He knelt, tongue darting out to lick her folds in long strokes, savoring her tangy essence. Jahnavi cried out, hips jerking. 'No! Oral... it's impure!' But the magic silenced her protests; she ground against his face instead, his tongue plunging into her hole, lapping her juices while his thumb circled her clit.
He ate her ravenously—sucking her clit, fingers sliding in, two then three, curling to hit her g-spot. Her walls clenched, flooding his mouth as she neared the edge. 'Cum for me, devout one. Surrender your piety.' With a wail, she shattered, pussy spasming, squirting lightly onto his chin, her body convulsing in the throes of her first intense orgasm in years.
Vinay rose, cock throbbing, and positioned at her entrance. 'Beg for it. Save your husband—take my cock.' Jahnavi, dazed, whispered, 'Fuck me... please, Vinay. Fill me to spare him.' He thrust in slowly, her tight pussy stretching around his girth, inch by inch, until he bottomed out, balls against her ass.
'Ahh! So full... it hurts... more,' she moaned, legs wrapping around him. Vinay pounded her then—deep, grinding strokes, his cock dragging along her walls, hitting her cervix with each plunge. The couch creaked, her breasts bouncing wildly, nipples grazing his chest. He kissed her fiercely, tongue invading her mouth, swallowing her cries as he fucked her harder, the wet sounds of her pussy echoing.
He flipped her onto all fours, ass up—round and fair, cheeks parting to show her puckered hole. Slapping her ass lightly, he re-entered her pussy from behind, hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto his shaft. 'This ass is mine now. He doesn't deserve it.' Jahnavi pushed back, lost in the magic's haze, her devotion twisted into lust. 'Yes... claim it. Fuck your devotee.'
Vinay's thumb circled her asshole, pressing in as he thrust, double-penetrating her senses. She screamed in pleasure-pain, another orgasm building. He pulled out, slick cock nudging her ass. 'Relax. Take it all.' Lubed by her juices, he pushed in—the tight ring yielding, swallowing his head, then shaft. Jahnavi howled, 'Too much! Ripping me!' But she rocked back, the magic turning pain to ecstasy.
He fucked her ass relentlessly, balls slapping her pussy, hand reaching around to rub her clit. Her body quaked, walls milking him as she came again, anal orgasm ripping through her. Vinay followed, roaring as he flooded her ass with hot cum, spurt after spurt, leaking out around his cock.
They collapsed, bodies slick, breaths mingling. The amulet cooled, its magic binding her submission—a secret thrall now. 'He's safe,' Vinay panted, stroking her hair. 'But you're mine. Whenever I call.'
Jahnavi nodded, tears of release mixing with afterglow. 'Yes, Vinay. Your will is my dharma now.' The complex's shadows deepened, another thread woven into the web of secrets, Vinay's vengeance sated—for the moment—in the surrender of the devout wife.
The apartment complex lay shrouded in the heavy veil of midnight, the usual cacophony of daily life silenced into an uneasy hush. Streetlights flickered like distant stars, casting elongated shadows across the corridors. Vinay's footsteps echoed sharply as he stormed toward the secretary's flat on the ground floor, his muscular frame taut with barely contained fury. The events of the past week replayed in his mind like a nightmare on loop: Priya's tear-streaked face as she confessed the blackmail, the grainy yet damning videos of her intimate moments with Rajesh twisted into leverage, and worst of all, the hidden CCTV feeds he'd installed—raw, brutal recordings of Reddy's assaults on Priya. Each one a violation, her screams piercing the speakers as the piggish secretary forced himself upon her, pounding into her pussy and ass with savage thrusts, her body writhing in resistance while he grunted like a beast, spilling his cum inside her abused holes.
Vinay's hand clenched around the phone in his pocket, the compiled files burning a hole in his digital arsenal. But rage demanded more than anonymous threats; it craved confrontation, a personal reckoning. The cursed amulet around his neck pulsed warmly against his chest, its dark energy stirring like a serpent awakening, whispering promises of control and retribution. He wasn't just going to ruin Reddy—he was going to shatter his world from within. And for that, Jahnavi Reddy, the devout wife who'd turned a blind eye to her husband's lechery for years, would be the key.
Jahnavi was in her mid-30s, a woman whose beauty simmered beneath layers of tradition and piety. Her fair complexion glowed like polished ivory under the soft light of her living room lamps, a stark contrast to her husband's sweaty, swarthy bulk. She wasn't the voluptuous siren Anjali was—no massive breasts straining against fabric or hips that swayed with overt seduction—but she possessed a subtle sexiness all her own. Her body was curvaceous in a modest way: full C-cup breasts that filled her blouses demurely, a rounded ass that hinted at softness under her sarees, and long, shapely legs often hidden by petticoats. Her face was heart-shaped, with almond eyes framed by kohl, full lips painted a subtle red, and raven hair coiled in a neat bun, adorned with jasmine flowers during prayers. Devout to a fault, she spent mornings at the temple, her mangalsutra a constant reminder of her vows, her wardrobe a parade of silk sarees in pastel shades that dbangd elegantly over her form, revealing just enough curve to stir quiet fantasies in the men of the complex without inviting scandal.
Tonight, she sat alone in the living room, her husband out on one of his 'association meetings'—a euphemism Vinay now knew masked his predations. Jahnavi sipped chamomile tea, her silk blouse tucked neatly into her petticoat, the saree pallu dbangd over her shoulder, reading a devotional book by the light of a single bulb. The knock at the door startled her, sharp and insistent. She rose gracefully, smoothing her attire, and peered through the peephole. Vinay's face, twisted in anger, stared back.
'Vinay? At this hour?' she murmured, unlocking the door with hesitant fingers. He pushed in without invitation, his presence filling the small space like a storm cloud. Jahnavi stepped back, her eyes widening at the wild glint in his. 'What is it? Is everything alright?'
Vinay slammed the door behind him, his chest heaving. 'Alright? No, Jahnavi aunty, nothing is fucking alright.' His voice was a low growl, laced with venom. He pulled out his phone, thrusting it toward her. 'Your husband— that slimy bastard Reddy—has been blackmailing Priya. Filming her in intimate moments with Rajesh bhaiya, then using it to force her into... this.' He hit play on the first video, the screen illuminating her shocked face.
The footage began innocently enough: Priya entering Rajesh's flat, their laughter soft. But it quickly turned explicit. The hidden camera captured Priya on her knees, her lips sliding over Rajesh's smaller cock, sucking with eager slurps, her tongue swirling around the head as he groaned, hands tangled in her hair. Jahnavi's hand flew to her mouth, a gasp escaping. 'Oh God, no...'
But Vinay didn't stop. 'That's just the bait. Watch what he did to her.' He switched to the first 'bang' video, the corridor cam showing Priya entering Reddy's flat, then cutting to the bedroom feed. There she was, backed against the wall, her kurti torn open, exposing her sports bra. Reddy's meaty hands ripped it down, his mouth latching onto her nipple, sucking hard while she screamed, 'No! Stop, please!' Her body thrashed, legs kicking, but he pinned her, yanking her leggings down, fingers shoving into her dry pussy, pumping roughly as she clawed his arms.
Jahnavi's knees buckled; she sank onto the couch, tears welling in her eyes. 'This can't be... my husband? He wouldn't...'
'He did,' Vinay snarled, fast-forwarding. The video showed Reddy forcing his stubby cock into her mouth, gagging her with thrusts that made her choke, saliva and precum dribbling down her chin. Then he bent her over the couch, slamming into her pussy from behind, her cries of 'It hurts! Pull out!' mixing with the wet slaps of flesh. He flipped her, reaming her ass next, the tight hole stretching painfully around his girth, blood-tinged lube from her resistance. Finally, he came inside her pussy, grunting as ropes of cum filled her, leaking out as she sobbed.
Vinay played the next two assaults: one in the office, Priya bent over the desk, Reddy fucking her throat until she retched, then pounding her pussy while she begged, 'bang! You're banging me!'; the other in the bedroom, her wrists bound, his cock buried in her ass, her screams muffled by a pillow as he slapped her cheeks red. Each video was a testament to her immense resistance—nails raking skin, heels digging into thighs, pleas turning to wails—yet Reddy's brutality prevailed, his cum marking her each time.
Jahnavi wept openly now, her fair cheeks flushed with horror and shame. 'I... I had no idea. He's been distant, but this? Devi ma, forgive us...'
Vinay's hands shook as he pocketed the phone. 'Distant? He's a monster. And I'm done. I'm going to kill him, Jahnavi. Tonight. Wrap my hands around his fat neck and squeeze until his eyes pop.' His voice cracked with rage, the amulet glowing faintly under his shirt, its dark tendrils feeding on his fury, amplifying it into something primal.
'No!' Jahnavi lunged forward, grabbing his arm, her devout nature surging to the forefront. Her fingers dug into his bicep, her body pressing close in desperation—her soft breasts brushing his chest through the silk. 'Vinay, please! Don't do this. He's my husband, the father of my children. Think of the scandal, the sin! I'll go to the security officer, confess everything. Just... don't take a life. It's against dharma.'
He loomed over her, eyes blazing. 'Why should I listen? Your husband's ruined Priya—my friend, my... everything. She's bruised, broken inside because of him.' To drive the point home, he pulled out a tablet synced to the remaining feeds, showing a live glimpse: though no new assault tonight, a cached clip from earlier played—Reddy leering at another woman in the lobby, his hand grazing her ass. 'See? He won't stop. And I'll make sure he never hurts anyone again.'
Jahnavi fell to her knees before him, her saree pooling around her like a fallen petal, hands clasped in supplication. Her fair skin paled further, tears streaming down her face, smudging her kohl. 'Please, Vinay. I'm begging you—as a sister, as a devotee. I'll do anything. Anything to stop you. Punish me instead. Take your anger out on me. Just spare him.' Her voice trembled, the words spilling from a place of deep faith and wifely duty, yet laced with an undercurrent of fear—and perhaps, buried deep, a flicker of forbidden curiosity. She'd always been the picture of piety, but in the quiet nights, when Reddy's touches grew perfunctory, she'd felt the ache of unfulfilled desire, her body yearning for the passion her scriptures only hinted at.
Vinay paused, the amulet thrumming against his skin, its magic coiling like smoke in his veins. He looked down at her—kneeling, vulnerable, her full lips parted in plea, the swell of her breasts rising with each sob. The dark energy whispered: Take her. Bend her to your will. Use her submission to seal his fate. A mix of rage and arousal stirred in him; Priya's pain demanded justice, but this woman's offer ignited something darker. 'Anything?' he echoed, his voice husky now, stepping closer so his crotch was level with her face.
Jahnavi nodded frantically, her bun loosening slightly, a strand of hair falling across her cheek. 'Yes, Vinay. Anything. Just promise—no blood.'
He reached down, tilting her chin up with a finger, forcing her eyes to meet his. The amulet's glow intensified, unseen but felt—a subtle wave of compulsion rippling from it, weaving into her mind like incense smoke, dulling her resistance, heightening her senses. 'Stand up,' he commanded softly, the magic lacing his words with irresistible pull.
She rose unsteadily, her body obeying before her mind could protest, the devout wife's pleas morphing into a hazy willingness. Vinay's hands found her shoulders, guiding her back against the wall, the cool plaster a shock against her heated skin. 'You want to save him? Prove it. Let me unwrap you, Jahnavi. Layer by layer, until you're bare before me. Submit, and I'll spare his worthless life—for now.'
Her breath hitched, a whimper escaping as the magic tugged at her core, stirring warmth between her thighs despite the sin screaming in her soul. 'This is wrong... I'm married, chaste in thought...' But her hands didn't push him away; instead, they hovered, trembling.
Vinay's fingers traced the edge of her saree pallu, the silk whispering under his touch. Slowly, deliberately, he unpinned it from her shoulder, letting the fabric slide down her arm, revealing the taut blouse beneath. The blouse was cream-colored, semi-transparent in the lamplight, hugging her full breasts, the outline of her beige bra visible. Her nipples, dark shadows against the material, hardened involuntarily as the air kissed her skin. 'Beautiful,' he murmured, his breath hot on her neck. 'So fair, so soft. Reddy doesn't deserve this.'
Jahnavi shivered, her hands clutching the wall. 'Please... gentle. I've never... not like this.' The magic deepened its hold, her guilt twisting into a forbidden thrill, her pussy clenching with unwelcome need.
He leaned in, lips brushing her earlobe, then trailing down her jaw in feather-light kisses. She gasped, head tilting to expose her throat. Vinay's mouth claimed it, sucking gently at first, then harder, teeth grazing the pulse point until a faint mark bloomed—a secret brand. His hands moved to the saree's pleats at her waist, fingers hooking into the fabric, tugging slowly. Inch by inch, the saree unraveled, pooling at her feet in a silken heap, leaving her in petticoat and blouse. Her petticoat clung to her hips, the tie at her navel taut, hinting at the soft belly beneath.
'Look at you,' Vinay growled, stepping back to admire. Her fair skin glowed, curves more pronounced now—breasts heaving, the blouse straining at the buttons, her ass rounding the petticoat's fabric. He reached for the blouse hooks at her back, undoing them one by one with agonizing slowness. The first pop exposed her shoulder blades; the second, the dip of her spine; the third, the clasp of her bra. Jahnavi moaned softly, a sound of conflict—devotion warring with desire—as the blouse loosened.
He peeled it off her arms, letting it flutter down. Her bra was simple lace, cups cradling her C-cups, the fair flesh spilling slightly over the edges. Vinay's hands cupped them from behind, squeezing firmly, thumbs circling the nipples through the fabric. They pebbled instantly, hard and aching. 'These tits... so responsive. Does he even touch them anymore?' He kneaded, rolling the buds between fingers, eliciting a sharp cry from her.
'Ahh... Vinay, no... yes... Devi, forgive me,' she whimpered, arching into his palms despite herself. The magic amplified every sensation, her clit throbbing, juices dampening her panties.
Satisfied, he unclasped the bra, sliding the straps down her arms. Her breasts bounced free—heavy, fair orbs with dusky areolas, nipples erect like ripe berries. Vinay turned her to face him, eyes devouring the sight. He bent, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard—tongue flicking, teeth nipping—while his hand pinched the other. Jahnavi’s hands flew to his hair, pulling him closer, her body betraying her vows with a flood of arousal. 'Oh God... it feels... too good. Stop... don't stop.' Milk-white skin flushed pink, her moans filling the room, lewd and unrestrained.
Vinay lavished attention on her breasts, alternating sucks and licks, leaving them shiny with saliva, marked with faint bites. Only when she was panting, knees weak, did he move lower. His fingers untied the petticoat string, the fabric whispering down her legs, exposing her thighs—smooth, fair, with a subtle curve. She stood in just her panties now, plain cotton, a wet spot darkening the crotch.
'So wet for me already,' he teased, tracing the outline of her pussy lips through the fabric. Jahnavi bucked, a sob escaping. 'It's the sin... making me burn.' He hooked his fingers in the waistband, peeling the panties down slowly, revealing her mound—neatly trimmed bush above plump, pink folds glistening with need. The scent of her arousal—musky, sweet—filled the air. Fully nude now, her body trembled, fair skin prickling with goosebumps, pussy lips swollen and parted slightly, clit peeking out.
Vinay stripped quickly, his thick cock springing free—veined, hard, precum beading at the tip, far superior to Reddy's stubby tool. Jahnavi's eyes widened, a mix of fear and hunger. 'It's... so big. He'll know...'
'He won't,' Vinay promised, the amulet pulsing as he pushed her onto the couch, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy opened like a flower, inner walls pink and slick. He knelt, tongue darting out to lick her folds in long strokes, savoring her tangy essence. Jahnavi cried out, hips jerking. 'No! Oral... it's impure!' But the magic silenced her protests; she ground against his face instead, his tongue plunging into her hole, lapping her juices while his thumb circled her clit.
He ate her ravenously—sucking her clit, fingers sliding in, two then three, curling to hit her g-spot. Her walls clenched, flooding his mouth as she neared the edge. 'Cum for me, devout one. Surrender your piety.' With a wail, she shattered, pussy spasming, squirting lightly onto his chin, her body convulsing in the throes of her first intense orgasm in years.
Vinay rose, cock throbbing, and positioned at her entrance. 'Beg for it. Save your husband—take my cock.' Jahnavi, dazed, whispered, 'Fuck me... please, Vinay. Fill me to spare him.' He thrust in slowly, her tight pussy stretching around his girth, inch by inch, until he bottomed out, balls against her ass.
'Ahh! So full... it hurts... more,' she moaned, legs wrapping around him. Vinay pounded her then—deep, grinding strokes, his cock dragging along her walls, hitting her cervix with each plunge. The couch creaked, her breasts bouncing wildly, nipples grazing his chest. He kissed her fiercely, tongue invading her mouth, swallowing her cries as he fucked her harder, the wet sounds of her pussy echoing.
He flipped her onto all fours, ass up—round and fair, cheeks parting to show her puckered hole. Slapping her ass lightly, he re-entered her pussy from behind, hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto his shaft. 'This ass is mine now. He doesn't deserve it.' Jahnavi pushed back, lost in the magic's haze, her devotion twisted into lust. 'Yes... claim it. Fuck your devotee.'
Vinay's thumb circled her asshole, pressing in as he thrust, double-penetrating her senses. She screamed in pleasure-pain, another orgasm building. He pulled out, slick cock nudging her ass. 'Relax. Take it all.' Lubed by her juices, he pushed in—the tight ring yielding, swallowing his head, then shaft. Jahnavi howled, 'Too much! Ripping me!' But she rocked back, the magic turning pain to ecstasy.
He fucked her ass relentlessly, balls slapping her pussy, hand reaching around to rub her clit. Her body quaked, walls milking him as she came again, anal orgasm ripping through her. Vinay followed, roaring as he flooded her ass with hot cum, spurt after spurt, leaking out around his cock.
They collapsed, bodies slick, breaths mingling. The amulet cooled, its magic binding her submission—a secret thrall now. 'He's safe,' Vinay panted, stroking her hair. 'But you're mine. Whenever I call.'
Jahnavi nodded, tears of release mixing with afterglow. 'Yes, Vinay. Your will is my dharma now.' The complex's shadows deepened, another thread woven into the web of secrets, Vinay's vengeance sated—for the moment—in the surrender of the devout wife.
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