CH 12 Her First Org'sm 🌶

I sat on the edge of the bed, pressing a hand to my lower abdomen. The dull ache in my stomach made me restless, but one more thing that was making me restless was his resentment. I couldn’t obey him when he told me to come to his room. He had been ignoring me the entire day. It shouldn't have mattered. But I still felt the unease twisting inside me.

The door creaked open, pulling me from my thoughts. Sukanya didi walked in, balancing a plate in her hands. “Brought your dinner,” she said, setting the plate down with a small huff. “Since Daadi thinks you’re ‘impure’ and shouldn’t eat at the table with the rest of us.”

Didi plopped down beside me. “Honestly, I don’t get this stupid rule. It’s the twenty-first century, but no, we still have to act like we’re in some ancient era where women have to sit in the corner while the men do whatever they want.” I remained silent, my fingers tracing the rim of the plate.

She clicked her tongue. “You know what’s funny? While you’re stuck here, forced to eat alone, the men of this family are in courtyard having fun. The dance function started an hour ago for Veer bhaiya, and let me tell you, it’s nothing like the one we attend.”

I glanced at her, brows knitting together in quizzical expression. Sukanya didi smirked, leaning in as if sharing a secret. “I mean, it’s not just dancing happening there. The kind of women performing tonight aren’t the traditional ones. And if any man is interested… well, they can have a little ‘private entertainment.'"

A strange unease settled inside me. “Private entertainment?” I asked hesitantly.

She answered. “Escorts, Shivani. Men pay to spend the night with them.” She scoffed. “And the best part? No one bats an eye. Because it’s fine when men do it. They can drink, party, take women to their rooms, but we? We get told to sit here, eat in silence, and act like we don’t exist.” I swallowed, my stomach twisting uncomfortably.

Sukanya didi rolled her eyes. “Veer bhaiya and Ved bhaiya aren’t into all that. They’ll drink, maybe watch, but that’s it."

"And R... Rudra bhaiya..." I asked her with hesitation She let out a dramatic sigh. “For him, this is just another ordinary night.”

I felt my grip tighten on the bedsheet. “He… does that?” I don’t know why I asked. I already know about him. But I'm feeling hurt imagining him with any other women since after he kissed me.

Sukanya didi snorted. “Oh, please. Women practically throw themselves at him. And he doesn’t even need to try. Just one glance from him, and they want to be taken." She sighed. But I was already lost in my thoughts. My mind flickered to those moments when he kissed me, when he cornered me and touched in way I never imagined.

Sukanya didi nudged me. “ Shivani... are you even listening? What happened to you?"

I jerked my head up. “No! N... nothing.... just stomach ache... ” I blurted too quickly.

Her brow furrowed with concern, "Should I call doctor? If it's really painful... "

"No...no" I shook my head quickly "I'm used to it."

After a little conversation, she stood up while stretching. As soon as she left, I pushed the plate aside. My appetite has already died not because of period but because the thoughts. My thoughts tangled between the ache in my stomach and the uncomfortable images Sukanya didi's words had planted in my mind.

I stepped out onto the balcony, letting the cool breeze wash over me. But just as I was about to move forward, movement below caught my attention. He stood in the dimly lit corridor beneath my balcony, his broad frame rigid, his jaw clenched. But he wasn’t alone.

A woman stood in front of him.... An escort. I didn’t need to be told, her filthy, knee-length ghagra, deep-neck blouse, and the way her cle'vage spilled from the flimsy fabric told me everything. She was holding his wrist. I sucked in a breath. My throat tighten. I turned away. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I stepped back, retreating into the room. I didn’t know why i was crying. I shouldn’t be crying. But the ache in my chest refused to subside. I curled into myself on the bed, My fingers clutched the bedsheet, my chest heaving as silent sobs wracked my body. How could he spend the night with someone else after those things happened between us?

I knew what kind of man he was. I knew Sukanya didi's words weren’t lies. But hearing about it was different from seeing it. Different from watching him stand there while another woman... one dressed to seduce, laid her hands on him. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push away the image, but it was burned into my mind. Why does it hurt so much?

I had no right to feel this way. No right to be jealous. No right to let my heart ache over a man who had never belonged to me in the first place. But the pain was unbearable. I was so engrossed in my crying that i didn’t hear that someone twisted the knob and slowly entered inside.

"Shivani... " The moment i heard this low raspy familiar voice I gasped, my body freezing as my wet lashes fluttered open. My pulse pounded in my ears. I didn’t need to ask who it was. I wiped my tears hastily, my hands trembling as I tried to compose myself. But my body refused to stop shaking, refused to obey my mind’s desperate plea to act normal.

The moment my reddened eyes lifted, it mate with his darkened eyes. I flinched, the lump in my throat thickening at the sight of him. His presence overwhelming as he took a step forward. I turned my face away, not wanting him to see my tears. He locked the door behind him. And then.... he was coming closer.

The moment I stepped inside, I saw it. She lay curled on the bed, her stiffened back turned to me. Even in the dim light, I caught the slight tremble of her shoulders, the way her breath hitched.... She was crying.

“Shivani…” My voice came out rough. She flinched. I watched as she hastily wiped her tears, her delicate fingers trembling as she turned slightly? pretending to be asleep.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I let the silence stretch, waiting for her to speak. But she didn’t.

“Come here” My voice was low, almost gentle. But no response. Her fingers clutched the blanket tighter. I leaned in, my tone sharpening. “Why are you crying?”

She tensed, her body curling further into itself. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. “N...nothing.”

I could see it... the hurt in her eyes when she saw me from balcony, the way her lips had trembled, the way her eyes turned teary before she ran inside. She was hurt. I reached out, fingers brushing against the side of her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She shivered. “You’re hurt.”

She shut her eyes, refusing to look at me.

“You saw me with her,” I murmured, my voice dipping, “and you thought I’d take her to my bed.” after a pause, i continued “I don’t touch what I don’t want,” I murmured, letting my thumb brush the inside of her wrist. “And I sure as hell don’t need another woman since when you came into my life.”

Her breathing turned shallow, her pulse thudding against my touch. I smirked, my breath fanning against her cheek.

Then, without warning, I gripped her waist and yanked her onto my lap. A sharp gasp left her lips as her lower half landed flush against my hardened length. She startled at the sudden closeness, her petite body trembling slightly. Her small form fitting perfectly against my massive frame.

I felt everything the warmth of her body, the way she tensed as her softness molded against my rock-hard, growing arousal. Her chest rising and falling erratically as she tried to pull away. But my grip on her waist tightened. I pulled her more closer and wrapped my arms around her securely, my chin resting atop her head as I breathed in her familiar scent. "Shh.... Little bud."

Her body tensing, heat radiating between us. I curled my fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I don’t want her,” I rasped. “I don’t want anyone else now... ”

I positioned her firmly on my lap. She gasped at the unexpected contact, feeling my hardness against her. A strangled sound left her lips, her thighs tightening around me... maybe she felt that ache in her womanhood too.

I smirked. Because that was all the permission I needed.

“You felt that, didn’t you?” I whispered, my fingers digging into her waist, pressing her down further.

“You’re the only one who does this to me,” I murmured, trailing my nose along her jaw, inhaling her scent. “The only one who makes me lose control.”

Her lashes fluttered, lips parting, but she stayed still... helpless, trapped in my grip, unable to escape the heat crackling between us. I loosened my hold just enough to let my fingers wander, tracing the curve of her spine, feeling the way her body trembled against mine. Then, dipping my head lower, I let my lips ghost over her lips.

"I'm only yours now. And this....." I whispered over her trembling lips, pressing her down harder against my aching length. “ This is only yours, my little bud.”

Her body jerked slightly, her breath hot against my skin. I smirked and then, I captured her lips. My lips crashed onto hers, rough yet intoxicating. My grip on her waist was firm, keeping her exactly where I wanted... (where...? I need witty comments on this question 😉).... to feel the full extent of my arousal pressing against her core.

(MATURE PART AHEAD)

A slow, deliberate thrust upward, my hardness pressing right against her core, even through the barrier of her pad. She gasped into my mouth, the friction in our lower body sending a strange heat blooming low in her stomach. A dizzying sensation spiraling through her. Her body betraying her innocence as it melted under my touch.

She was trying to break the kiss but my hands tightened around her hips. She somehow managed to speak between my relentless kissing. "Th...this is wrong...um... we shouldn't... " I pressed my plump lips against her thin lips, harsher this time. I groaned, my hands guiding her hips, pressing her down harder against me as I rocked up again.

“Shhh.... It's only us... You feel that, little bud?” I rasped against her lips, voice thick with lust.

She shuddered, her tiny fingers clenching onto my shirt, drowning in the friction, in the sinful way i was taking my pleasure from her body. She didn’t answer. The only sound she could manage was a soft, breathless moan when I thrust up again. This felt ethereal to both of us

I kept thrusting and grinding my bulge upward, slow at first, watching the way her lips parted, her brows knitting together as the sensations overtook her.

My little bud wasn’t doing anything on her own, yet her body responded helplessly, each roll of my hips sending another jolt of heat through her. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of my shirt as I continued to grind her over me.

Her head fell back, exposing the delicate arch of her throat. I smirked, admiring the innocence in her struggle... how she tried so hard not to move on her own, even when her body was desperate for more.

“Feeling it now, aren’t you? I murmured against her ear, thrusting up harder this time.

A broken moan escaped her lips, her toes curling as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

Her thighs trembled, feeble from both the intense sensations and the dull ache of her period. She whimpered, trying to fight against the way her body was surrendering, the way her hips instinctively bucked forward to chase the friction.

I chuckled darkly, fully enjoying the sight of her.... So innocent..... So untouched. She didn’t even realize what was happening to her.... to her body.

I thrust up again, sharper, watching her reaction. “Tell me, little bud… what are you feeling?” I rasped, my voice thick with desire.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her lips quivering, trying to resist the urge to cry out. But when I increased the friction, rolling my hips upward in slow, deep strokes, she couldn't hold back. A sweet, breathless moan slipped past her lips. "Ummmhh..."

“Tell me,” I demanded, pushing her further into the overwhelming sensations.

She swallowed hard, her breath and finally managing to whisper, “I.. don't... don't know" she clutched her tighs "ahh my tighs hurt… "

I stilled. My eyes flickered with realization. Her thighs were weak, aching.... not just from their sinful friction, but from her periods. Maybe this position isn't confortable for her at this juncture. I smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her damp forehead. “You want to lie down..... under me?”

Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused, her lips parting slightly as if she was about to refuse. But then, something changed. Her blood thrumming with an unfamiliar need.

Surprisingly, she gave a slow, shy nod.

I inhaled sharply. Fuck.... She had no idea what that small act of surrender did to me. I smirked against her skin, pleased with her innocence, with the way she surrendered so easily to me.

Without another word, I tossed her gently onto the bed and hovered over her, careful not to put my huge weight on her delicate body, which turned fragail and vulnerable because of her periods. My breath was ragged, my heavy chest rising and falling as I hovered over her, barely restraining myself. Lust burned through my veins, a relentless fire demanding to take more... to consume her.... to plug my hardness into her. But I held back.

Tonight wasn’t about my need..... it was about her.

Tonight, I would teach her exactly what pleasure meant.

I don't know which deity possessed me that I agreed and lay down.... beneath him, my body soft, pliant, yet trembling with something unfamiliar. My eyes fluttered shut as he leaned to press a soft kiss to my forehead.

“You’re so soft, Little bud.” he murmured, his voice hoarse, almost strained. I whimpered when he nuzzled my neck, his warm breath fanning over my sensitive skin.

his hands caressing the soft expanse of my stomach.

My body tensed when his fingers gently massaged my lower abdomen, directly over the dull ache of my cramps. His hand moved in slow, deliberate circles, easing the tension, soothing my aches even as he continued kissing my skin.

“You’ll feel better soon, little bud,” he murmured against my collarbone. I whimpered, my legs shifting slightly, still sore but no longer trembling as much. He smirked, dragging his lips back up to capture mine in a slow, teasing. His weight didn’t press on me, yet i could feel his dominance in the way he controlled every moment, every breath I took.

Then, a sound filled the quiet room... click. The unbuckling of his belt, followed by the slow, deliberate unzip of his pants. My body tensed beneath him. A shiver ran down my spine as realization dawned on me.

He was undressing....

My breath hitched, my hands clutching the sheets as panic settled in my chest. Was he going to...

Before I could react, his warm palm cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing away the tremor in my lips.

“Shhh…” his deep voice soothed, his gaze locking onto mine, dark yet reassuring. “Don’t panic, Shivani. I’m not going to insert… not tonight.”

His words should have reassured me, yet my body still trembled beneath him. My innocence left me vulnerable, unsure of what was to come. But before I could process his intentions I felt him lifting my nightgown..... rip!

A gasp tore from my throat as i felt the sharp tug... my panties, torn away effortlessly by his rough hands.

"R-Rudra… ji!” I whimpered, my thighs instinctively pressing together in an attempt to shield myself. “I-I’m bleeding…”

He exhaled, his voice calm. “I know, little bud…” His fingers traced the soft skin of my inner thigh. “I’m just soothing the pain.”

My breath came in shaky pants. And then.... I felt it.

A soft, fleshy yet firm pressure settling against my bare womanhood. I gasped, my wide, teary eyes meeting his as he positioned himself, the fat tip of his arousal pressing between my delicate folds, oscillating slowly.

His gaze never wavered, watching me with dark fascination as he rubbed his thick shaft against me, coaxing my body to respond, parting my closed v'rgin lips to graze the tender flesh between my clit and core.

I shuddered as warmth pooled in my lower belly, I wanted to resist, to tell him to stop... yet, the aching pain in my womb was melting away, replaced by a slow, building heat that made my head spin. He smirked at my state, his voice husky as he murmured, “See, little bud? You’re already getting used to my touch.”

He held my gaze as he continued his slow, torturous movements, his tthick shaft gliding between my delicate folds, slickened by the warmth of my arousal mixed with the evidence of my cycle. The sensation was sinful... warm, wet, and impossibly soft.

My body stiffening at the unfamiliar feeling, yet there was no pain... only a strange relief spreading through my lower belly. The dull ache of my cramps was fading, replaced by a tingling sensation I couldn’t comprehend.

The room was drenched in an intoxicating stillness, the only sounds being the faint rustle of the sheets and the squelchy wet noises of my wetness filling the air as he increased the friction over my p'ssy. Each glide was deliberate, his thick c'ck rubbing against my sensitive folds with precision, coaxing me into submission.

My fingers curled into his biceps, my breath coming out in tiny, broken gasps. My thighs quivered, torn between the instinct to close and the pleasure that left me too weak to resist.

He pressed down slightly, his girthy length nestling perfectly against my untouched entrance, teasing me yet never crossing the threshold. The slickness made each movement effortless.

"Aannhhh.... " I moaned loudly, my eyes squeezing shut and bit my lower lip. I tried to hold back the sounds threatening to spill. But every time he rubbed his d'ck against that tender spot, a small, helpless moan escaped my lips, betraying my innocence.

The more he moved, the more the wetness spread, making the friction impossibly smooth. A fresh trickle of period blood oozed from my entrance mixing with the existing bloody slickness, easing the motion. His girth drenched in my dark red menstrual fluid. He chuckled darkly, his lips ghosting over my flushed cheek. “You’re soaking me, Shivani …” His deep, raspy voice sent a shiver down my spine. “Does it feel good?”

My lips trembled, my mind fogged with sensations i didn’t understand. He watched me with hunger and thrusts upward just a little harder, pressing himself against my most sensitive part.... my p'ssy. I cried out, my nails digging into his skin, my thighs trembling violently. “aanh..R-Rudra...jii..!”

He smirked, loving the way I gasped his name, lost in the pleasure he was giving me. He leaned down, kissing my parted lips with agonizing slowness, swallowing every whimper, every soft moan.

"You don’t even realize how beautiful you look like this,” he murmured, his movements never stopping. “So helpless… so pure… and all mine.”

I shuddered beneath him, my entire body tightening as waves of warmth coiled in my belly, pushing me toward something unknown. My body clenched and arched upward to meet with his movements. I had no idea what was happening to me. My breathing grew erratic, in the way my fingers trembled against his arms, trying to find something to hold onto as my body fought the unfamiliar yet overwhelming pleasure.

His lips brushed against my ear, his voice low and dark. “You’re almost there, Shivani … Let it happen... c'm for me." He increased the speed of rubbing over my parted slit.

I whimpered, pressing my face against his neck as i struggled against the foreign sensation building inside me. It was too much, too intense, like I was teetering on the edge of something unknown. “R-Rudra ji.... I-I don’t know how…”

A wicked smirk curled on his lips as he thrust upward again, rubbing the fat tip of his arousal right against that sensitive spot. "You can,” he whispered, his fingers tightening around my waist, guiding me to move with him. My breath hitched, my legs quivering as the tight knot in my belly coiled impossibly tighter. The heat between us was unbearable, my entire body set ablaze with a pleasure i had never known. And then....

A sudden wave crashed over me, stealing the air from my lungs as my body arched, a strangled cry escaping my lips as the tension snapped, sending ripples of ecstasy flooding through me. My arms wrapped around his neck instinctively, dragging him impossibly closer as I trembled in his embrace, my legs weak. He held me through it, watching me with dark, intense eyes, His grip on my hips tightened, holding me steady as he slowed his movements, allowing me to ride out the aftershocks.

[Mature part ends here]

When my breathing finally settled, when my entire body went limp in his arms, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss against my damp forehead, his heart pounding at the sight of my flushed face, my lashes fluttering as i tried to catch her breath.

“So beautiful…” he murmured, brushing his thumb against my cheek, admiring the way my innocence had just shattered beneath his touch.

I, still dazed, barely found the strength to move. My limbs felt weightless, my body tingling in the effects of something I had never experienced before. I wanted to say something, to question what had just happened, but words failed .