Read the previous 3 parts for a full understanding of the story. In short, Priya returns from America to be with her uncle Manish and his servant Pandu in a small village. She is chosen as a goddess for the ritual in the village where she is going to spend 14 days wearing nothing.
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At the moment Manish's penis didn't excite Priya yet she went into his hands. His hard hands around her waist didn't make her lose her guard. Manish lifted her up and placed her on the dining table, her naked ass felt the cold granite top.
The cold didn't matter much to Priya. She lied flat and placed her legs on shoulders of Manish, giving him perfect position to pound her vagina and he obliged. He started slow and began setting on a rhythm. His pelvis hitting against her pelvis made a dull thumping noise. Thud thud thud.
Manish switched gears and started his pounding faster, but lack of interest from Priya made it harder for him to cum. Usually it was her interest in that lighted his inner fire. The sight of Priya entering naked into the house after the bath automatically made his penis hard. He thought Priya wanted was ready for a sex session, but the way Priya is uninterested made him think otherwise.
Priya was in her whole world of thoughts. The encounter with Pandu and his refusal to be with her, ticked Priya. She always thought she could have anyone with ease. She has the beauty and Power. She can seduce or dominate to any men or women she like. But the refusal it her hard. She even thought that it was the ritual that made him not engage with her. She for a moment hated participating in the naked ritual.
As both were in their own thoughts, Penis slipped and entered the wrong hole. A torrent of badwords escaped from her lips. Manish stood still, with his 6-inch-long penis still struck inside Priya asshole. Slowly Manish slowly Priya uttered.
"Slowly, Manish, slowly!" Priya shouted, her words fueled by anger and Pain.
Her asshole has truly expanded to its full size to accommodate his penis, yet the unexcepted entry, both physically and emotionally didn't prepare the hole fully.
Priya felt immense pain, she stood up and immediately squatted on the floor. It took a moment to come back to her senses. It took a moment for her to regain her senses. Manish, feeling remorseful, extended his hand to assist her, but Priya, consumed by anger, gestured to stop and crawled away. Eventually, she reached the steps, clutching the handrails, and made her way into her bedroom.
Manish stood there, alone, in the vast expanse of room, with his penis out still fully hard. It was an honest mistake, but the way Priya took it on him, Manish was stunned. Even though Priya was previously a COP in America, she never asserted authority nor dominance over him. She acted like she was his women, allowing him to fuck her whenever he wanted.
Anyways, Manish felt pity. He grabbed a pair of pajamas and summoned a servant. Someone arrived, and he conveyed a few words to him. From her bedroom, all Priya could hear was bits and pieces of conversation. She lay on her stomach, with her ass up in the air and head turned towards the other side of the door.
After what felt like ages, she sensed a feather-light touch on her ass. Priya turned her head and was surprised to see Pandu. He was there with food and a cup of oil and peacock feathers. She could now comprehend Manish conversations with his servant. He sent his trusted servant to serve some food and medications to her.
Pandu sat beside her and placed a pillow under her ass, to lift it further up. He dipped those peacock feathers into some kind of oil, presumably ayurvedic and applied on and around her arse. It was serene. The oil had a soothing cooling effect. She felt good.
Pandu placed the oil cup on the table and picked up the dinner plate. Moving to her side, he sat beside her head and began feeding her, offering small bites of roti and paneer curry. The food again was delicious. It brought a sense of comfort, and she felt good again.
Pandu was wearing shorts with a zip infront. Outline of the penis clearly visible to Priya whose head was near to his thighs. After finishing the feeding, Pandu returned to the arse, applying more oil. He then took what appeared to be leaves, hand-squeezing them to extract their juice, which he poured into her asshole. Afterward, he bound the dried leaves in a small cloth and placed it just deep enough to close the hole completely.
Priya savoured every moment of his care, relishing the tenderness and the unspoken connection that she thought was unfolding between them. Pandu again sat beside her head and started caressing her hair. His penis head poking out through the bottom of his shorts.
Priya doesn't want to waste the moment. Swiftly she unzipped his shorts took his penis into her mouth. This time Pandu didn't object nor show any resistance. In fact, he seemed to welcome the warmth of the moment. He turned around slightly to give her a better grip.
There weren't any sexual feelings involved in it. Priya took the penis and started sucking it like a calf feeding on cow. It unfolded slowly, with a gentleness that masked a subtle hunger in her face. Those were the last things she remembered as she drifted into sleep.
As Priya awoke the next day, the realization of the impending ritual settled over her like the morning mist. The pain on her ass has cooled down. There were a couple of dresses on the table. Both were grandeur and elaborately designed, exuding a ceremonial aura.
In the soft glow of the morning light, Pandu stepped into Priya's room. The air was filled with calmness after the night's happening. Neither Priya nor Pandu acknowledged what had happened last night.
Priya glanced at the dresses on the table and turned to Pandu. "When and where does the ritual start?"
Pandu, looking serious, replied, "Tonight, at the village common hall. It begins around the seventh hour."
Priya nodded. "Got it. I'll be ready. What time should we gather?"
