tantrayaan

  Outside, in the dark of the living room, Mia’s eyes fluttered open.

  At first, she thought it was part of a dream-the kind you weren’t supposed to wake from. At first, she strained to hear anything, but quickly, the sounds escated from subtle rustling to unmistakable, unrestrained cries of pleasure. Then she heard it again: the soft creak of bedsprings. A muffled moan. A sharp smack. Then a scream - one of pleasure!

  Her breath caught. That was Sarah!

  She sat up slowly, the throw slipping from her shoulders like a discarded spell. The movie on the screen had gone to static. The house was still-except for the rising tide of heat from behind the barely closed bedroom door.

  The stairway stretched ahead like a secret invitation.

  She padded toward it, barefoot, heart hammering, thighs pressed tight. The bedroom door was ajar - just slightly - enough to know it was intentional, but the sounds leaking through were not subtle.

  Marisol’s voice floated out, breathless and commanding. “Take her, mi amor. Make your slut scream.”

  Mia crept up the stairs quickly, shivering with desire.

  She didn’t even remember crossing the st few feet. She only knew that she was suddenly there-pressed to the doorframe, one eye peeking through that sacred slit.

  And what she saw stole the air from her lungs.

  Sarah was on her stomach, her beautiful torso arched like a bow, her huge upturned tits splotched with bite marks, her golden hair bunched in Bharath’s hands. He knelt behind her, like a warrior, his chest glistening with sweat. She gasped as she saw his thick cock manhandled frantically by her sister who was grinding on him frantically licking and kissing him like he was some sort of dessert. His strong hands gripped Sarah’s hourgss hips, his body taut with restrained desire.

  She could hear Bharath growling. Hear Sarah gasping-begging, pleading. Each word came soaked in devotion.

  “Yes chelm… pull my hair. Harder,” begged Sarah. “It belongs to you. You know how much I love it when you pull it when you fuck me. Almost as much as when you choke me.”

  His fist tangled in Sarah’s golden hair like a crown he’d been owed for centuries. He yanked her head back and growled into her ear, “This hair is mine. Every strand. Every lock. Mine to pull. Mine to scent. Mine to knot when I ruin you.”

  Sarah moaned, melting into his grip, whispering “Yes… yes, chelm… cim it. Cim all of me.”

  Mia’s fingers were soon a blur between her thighs as she gasped in pleasure. She wanted to be cimed like that. Soon. Bharath will cim me like that… I want him to own my hair as well.

  He kissed her scalp reverently, then bit her nape, hard enough to make her cry out. “Your skin. Mine. Your back? Mine to lick clean. These sexy tits-”

  With a primal growl, Bharath flipped Sarah onto her stomach, repositioning her easily as though she weighed nothing at all.

  He smmed her down ft and dragged his tongue across her spine, then spun her over with such force the bed jolted.

  “-are mine to mark and suck raw,” he snarled.

  “Yes! Everyday! Anytime! Just rip my top anytime you want to cim them!”

  He bit down on them like a man devouring fruit. Sarah sobbed, arching into him as Marisol gasped behind him, grinding frantically against his lower back, watching every movement with parted lips and gzed eyes.

  “Bite her harder, mi amor,” Marisol moaned. “Mark your slut like you mark me. She’s yours. I'm yours. You’re ours.”

  By the time she worked his way down her front, Mia had already climaxed a few times. Initially she was scared that they would hear her moans, but the amount of noise Sarah and Marisol made put her moans to shame. She couldn’t believe this! She had never climaxed more than once ever - let alone from watching. Yet, here she was - multi-orgasmic just watching them, her body responding in ways that she didn’t even believe was possible. It was insane.

  “My ass is yours chelm... To spank, to fuck, to ruin…”

  “Spank her, amor. Show her who owns her ass.”

  Bharath slid back and flipped Sarah over with a single hand, her body pliant and eager beneath him. Her ass was raised perfectly, glowing with anticipation. He squeezed one cheek, then the other, reverently. He then inserted his fingers into her from behind as she yowled in pleasure.

  “Soon chelm. That will be yours too. You can take it if you want anytime… but let me give it you on your birthday.”

  “This ass,” he growled, “is sacred to me. Mine to worship. Mine to punish.”

  CRACK.

  Sarah gasped-but not in pain. Her back arched like a bow, offering more. Her ass trembled under his hand, each strike an invocation. “Again,” she sobbed. “Please. Ruin me.”

  CRACK.

  “Say it,” Bharath growled.

  “I’m yours!” she wailed. “Your slut. Your prize. Take me.”

  From the hallway, Mia’s breath hitched. Her thighs pressed together as her fingers moved faster, slippery with arousal. Sarah’s cries weren’t just carnal-they were covenant. Mia wasn’t just watching sex. She was watching devotion take form. She had never climaxed like this before-so many times, so fast, her legs trembling from the aftershocks. It was absurd. Impossible. And yet her body kept chasing the next crest.

  Mia's knees nearly buckled seeing Sarah’s supertive ass bouncing as he spanked her hard. So hard that he immediately kissed it and rubbed her softly. But Sarah didn’t want that. She shook her head and begged him to be harder on her.

  Mia had lost count of the number of times the girls had climaxed. And Bharath had not even cum once! He was a sexual god! No wonder Sarah had said that just one of them was not enough for him. It looked like even the two of them were struggling to keep up with him. Was this normal? She had no idea, but instinct told her it wasn’t-that Bharath was special, almost superhuman in his desire and control. No wonder Sarah and Marisol worshipped him.

  Marisol was wrapped around him from behind like some divine enchantress-her arms around his chest, her breasts fttened against his back, her hips grinding against the ridges of his lower spine. Her mouth hovered at his ear, whispering wicked prayers and praise as she rubbed herself frantically on his flexing muscles.

  Sarah screamed, her voice muffled by the sheets as he continued to pleasure her.

  It wasn’t lust. Not just that. It was worship.

  Inside the room, Bharath leaned forward and dragged his tongue up Sarah’s spine like he was licking holy water. Then, without warning, he thrust into her - hard. Deep. Sarah’s body jolted forward, and she cried out like she was being undone from the inside.

  Marisol moaned so loudly it made Mia flinch.

  “I can feel you fucking her through me,” she panted, grinding faster. “Oh God, chelm-yes, like that-cim her.”

  Mia's hand moved faster. Her other hand pressed to the wall to keep her upright. Her breath came in shaky gasps as her hips began a rhythm of their own, chasing something she hadn’t even named yet.

  Sarah was a mess beneath him now, sobbing into the mattress, her ass bouncing enticingly with each thrust. Bharath smmed into her over and over-his grip tightening, his pace feral. But somehow it wasn’t brutal.

  It was precise.

  Deliberate.

  Sacred.

  With every word, every thrust, he asked for ownership-and was given it.

  Mia couldn’t look away.

  Bharath bent down, whispering something into Sarah’s ear. Mia couldn’t hear the words, but the effect was immediate-Sarah let out a wail that dissolved into a scream as she came again, her body convulsing around him.

  Behind him, Marisol shattered-her head thrown back, her legs tightening, her orgasm rippling across his back as she clung to him, gasping his name like it was scripture.

  Mia was drenched. Trembling.

  She imagined being under Bharath like that, his thick cock embedded in her, reduced to nothing but moans and shaking limbs like Sarah now. She imagined Marisol behind him like she was now, whispering in his ears while she climaxed grinding on him watching her sister getting cimed. Sarah was kissing her neck, comforting her with her words and her hands.

  She was there. With them. Part of their family.

  Her body bucked as yet another orgasm crashed through her.

  She bit her fist to stay silent, her thighs quivering, her breath caught mid-moan. Her hand stayed between her legs, slick and trembling, not daring to stop until the wave had fully crested. She had never known pleasure like this. She could only imagine what it felt like to be with Bharath like her sister and Sarah. Soon. I need this. No wonder they don’t need another man. Who can compete with this god? Was this man even human? Maybe Sarah wasn’t joking when she said they needed reinforcements.

  Inside, the bed had stilled.

  She saw them colpse into one another as both Sarah and Marisol curled into Bharath’s chest, kissing every part of him desperately, both ciming his now softer shaft with their hands. His arms were wrapped tightly around both women, fingers spyed possessively over their breasts. Even now, even in the hush of aftermath, he held them like treasures.

  And Mia...

  Mia wanted to be his treasure too. She wanted him to squeeze her breasts to him like them. She groaned as she watched him manhandle them. Soon they calmed down and went to sleep, still clutched tightly around Bharath as his hands continued to grope them even in his sleep. It seemed like they were trying to attach themselves to him. Is this how they went to sleep every night? I want this too!

  She watched them enviously for a few more minutes-until her body calmed, until her hand slowed and slipped away, sticky with longing.

  Then she stepped back.

  Quiet. Changed. If she ever had any doubts about belonging to him - they were long gone now. She couldn’t even imagine not wanting to be with Bharath anymore. She was his now. In mind and soul. Yet a small voice lingered deep within her, uncertain and vulnerable. What if she couldn't measure up? What if her being Marisol’s sister kept her forever on the outside?

  She padded back down the stairs, her legs still weak until she colpsed back into the armchair. The throw tangled around her, her fingers still humming as she recalled what she had seen. Sleep cimed her tired body quickly as she dissolved into a pleasurable dream. To him.