He grabs my hair and forces me to look up at him."Dekh meri aankhon mein," he commands. "tu ab meri hai. Tera sab kuch-ye mast muh, ye ras tapkane wali geeli bur, ye moti gaand, ye ubhri hui chuchi-sab mera hai, samjhi?.
(Look into my eyes. You're mine now. Completely mine. Every filthy piece-your amazing mouth, your juice-dripping wet pussy, your fat ass, your heaving tits-all mine, understand?)
"H-haan," I whisper, too broken to resist. (Yes.)
He releases me, and I collapse onto the carpet, limbs trembling
"Chal, bed pe chadh ja, randi!" he barks, massive hand clamping my upper arm, hauling me up like meat to the slaughter.
(Get on the bed, whore!)
"Taangein faaaila-bilkul wide kar, apni bheegi randi bur mujhe dikha abhi! Ras tapka rahi hai na, saali?" (Spread your legs-completely wide. Show me your wet whore pussy right now! Already dripping juice, aren't you, bitch?)
"P-please, Devraj ji..... bas... no more..." I whimper, scrambling onto the king-sized bed on trembling hands and knees.
"Faailti hain ki nahi, re saali," he growls.
His callused hands grasp my inner thighs, prying them wider. Pain flares where bruises from the shagun room still purple my skin, tender reminders of his slaps
(Spread them or not, you bitch?)
"Aur jada faila. Mujhe teri geeli chut dikha. Dekh, already kitni chamak rahi hai. Natural randi hai tu."
(Spread your legs wider, bitch. Completely wide. Show me your wet pussy. Look, already shining. Natural whore, you are.)
Shame burns hotter than the stretch in my hips. I'm not wet. I can't be. But I am-traitorous slickness coats my folds, glistening under the lamp like dew on village mango leaves after monsoon rain.
My village upbringing screams this is wrong fight it, but this city cage-marble floors, glass windows overlooking neon signs-strips it away. All the fight.
Devraj's no gentle groom from folk tales; he's the brute.
He is taking and I have no choice but to be a part of his taking.
He settles his full weight between my splayed legs, knees gouging deep craters into the mattress beside my calves.
His coarse beard stubble scrapes my inner thighs raw, like sandpaper shredding the delicate skin of a ripe mango.

Hot breath teases my core furnace gust carrying his musk and my own shameful arousal, making clit twitch involuntarily.

His mouth descends without warning, without preparation. Just lips parting to expose tongue, flat and broad as a bulls ready to destroy his target.
"Ohh..hmmmm" His tongue is warm and snake like. It feels so foreign but so good.
I have never had anything touch me there. It feels different... Good.

No don't think like this. I reminded myself. This is wrong.

"Hmmm...ahh..ho" He is going from up to down the same rhythm he made me lick him. He is licking me like that.
His tongue is aggressive, invasive, violent in its assault but soooooo good.

"AHHHHHHH-DEVRAJ JI-NOOO!" I can't suppress the gasp.

He growls against flesh, vibration humming like temple drums gone demonic.
"Haan, bilkul aise CHILLAA, re saali kutiya!
(Yes, SCREAM like that, you bitch dog!)

FLICK
FLICK
FLICK

FLLLICK his warm tongue lashes my swollen clit mercilessly, this teeth nipping the hood just shy of blood, slurping juices loud as a gutter feast.

"Ohhh....maa"

FLICK

"Haan, bilkul aise CHILLAA, re saali moti gaand wali kutiya! Teri randi cheekhein sunke mera lund dubara khada ho gaya-steel ban gaya, teri bur faadne ko tayyar!"
(Yes, SCREAM like that, you fat-assed bitch dog! Your whore screams got my cock hard again-steel hard, ready to rip your pussy!)

He slurps loudly as pleasure coils unwilling.
"OHHHHH-AAHHH-PLEASE-AAIYO!"

His teeth again scrapes to my clit, and despite the pain, despite the horror, pleasure builds. Unwanted. Unstoppable.

"No... please... I don't want this-stop!" I thrash, hands fisting hair to shove away but pulls in.

"OHHHHH-AAHHH-BASS-AAIYO MAAA-JANE DO!" I wail, thrashing like a speared fish, hips bucking wildly, not away but towards his mouth. My traitor body chasing buried spark amid agony.

(OHHHHH-AAHHH-STOP-AAIYO MAAA-LET ME GO!")

He pauses mid-devour, lifting his sweat-slicked face from between my quaking thighs—only those feral, coal-black eyes visible above the glistening mound of my mound,with primal hunger, like a jungle predator glancing up from ripping into fresh kill, blood-smeared muzzle twitching, lips curled back over gnashing fangs in savage satisfaction.
He is sniffing and nuzzling against my pussy.
It's dirty I wanted to point out but I kept my mouth shut.

HUFF-HUFF
He breath is hot against my hypersensitive folds, sending electric shockwaves to my body.

My pussy literally TWITCH and CLENCH!

A shudders rips through my core shame-saturated pussy spasming void-air in aftershock betrayal.

His massive, callused palms rise slow-deliberate, thumbs framing the plump outer lips of my swollen pussy-mound.
He caresses first, rough pads grazing velvet-soft with deceptive tenderness, kneading the hypersensitive flesh like dough, pinching the fatty outer labia between thumb-forefinger pinch and twist before soothing back with firmer strokes that grind against my clit-hood, forcing a traitorous OOOHHH-NNGH! mewls from my throat.

CRACK!

Sudden like lightning, his palm slams flat across the entire mound, fire blooms making pussy clench spasmodically. "CHUP KAR, RANDI BEHENCHOD! .
(SHUT UP, SISTERFUCKING WHORE!)

"Tu toh baaad ayi nadi jaise bahayy rahi hain re....HRRRM...Dhubne de na meera... Degi na.. dhubne degi na?'
(You're already an overflowing river!...HRRM.. Let me drown, Meera... you'll let me, right? You'll drown me, won't you?)
His eyes not leaving mine as his tongue taste me, laps my aggressively.

"BOL?" (SAY?)

Slurps

"BOL, SAALI! Degi na chakhne? Bohot maja aayega, meri moti bur wali rani-tukhe taare dikhaunga, bas muh laga ke chusne de!"

(SPEAK, BITCH! You'll let me taste? It will be so much fun, my fat-pussy queen-I'll show stars, just let me suck u with my mouth!)

Pleasure binds me as I loose my ability to speak for a moment.

"Are meri randi..meri Meera ..tujhe yahi chaiye... Ruk tujhe jaadu dikhata hu."
(Oh my whore... my Meera... this is what you want... Wait, I'll show you magic.)

His tongue works with brutal efficiency. It circles my clit now, deliberate clockwise tease.

He drags slow laps building unbearable pressure, his tongue tip flicking my hood giving just a brief- edge featherlight drag and then slowly his sniffs and exhales like bull that makes me twitch as my legs falls open flat at bed.

Willingly.

SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK

An obscene wet symphony fills the room as electric jolt shots spidering up spine.
Pleasure surges unstoppable
My toes curling rigid into mattress as I try to find my voice, My fingers clawing sheets till knuckles turns white.

I tried stoping my hips from grinding into his face unbidden but my body stops listening to logic as he hums.
""OHHHH GAWD-AAHHHH-N-YESSS-HUH-HUHH!" Another moan escapes.

"HMMMM.....MEEEERRAA" He hums against my clits.

"AAAHHH-YESSS-NAHI-OHHH GAWD-HARDER-NOOO-HUH-HUHH-HUHH!"
He laps urgently as I near something.

Heat pulses from my clit, radiating through my belly like molten lava spilling over fragile walls. My muscles tighten, hips locked in a trembling embrace with the invisible coil pulling me under.

The world narrows to whirl of sensation - the slick warmth coating my folds, the sharp sting mingling with burning pleasure, the rhythmic pounding echoing through my veins like distant thunder.

"HMMMMM... MERI MEERRAAAA..." He hums again, the vibrations goes straight to my soul and shatters it.

My breath catches in uneven gasps, ragged and broken as a scream bubbles up but catches in my throat.

The sound that finally escapes is raw - a desperate, ragged moan carried on ragged waves, drowning in both shame and release. My nails claw the soft silk beneath me, leaving invisible marks as my back arches uncontrollably, spine bending in a broken curve of surrender.

"AAAHH....HAANNN....NAHI...OHH..MAKIK(Master)....VAHIII(right there)...HUH-HUHH-HUHH!"
Sweat slicks my skin. Hot beads form on my temples, trace salty paths down my neck.

Tears sting my cheeks, mixing shame's bitterness with their salt.

Every fiber convulses, trembling with the overwhelming suffusion of pleasure as my walls clamp hard, pulsating spasms gripping fiercely around the invasion.

My hips jerk in wild, erratic rhythms, searching, aching, lost. My limbs twist and flail, muscles spasming beyond my control as I drown in the storm raging inside.

Nirvana or annihilation.
I can't tell the difference.

Both feel like they would be a relief.

"He said he would show me stars," I think, clinging to the memory, or maybe a promise.

"HAAAH-HAAAH-HAAAH"
Blissful..... I feel bliss even though tears are streaming down my face.

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