The silvery moonlight bathed two souls in its dazzling glitter as their lips united in a hungry frenzy, their hearts beating at a frantic rate and soft moans released in air when Batakrishna molded her soft breasts in his calloused hands from the space between the deep neck collar of his coat.

He twisted her taut bud between his fingers earning a mewl from her lips, as his lips decorated her  neck with his dark love marks.

Her fists clutched the back of his hair as her back arched more, lifting herself slightly in desire for more contact with him.

"Ouuchhh! Aah! " She shrieked.

"What happened? What's wrong?" He said in a panick filled voice as she let out a scream breaking the kiss.

"My ....my...."

"What happened? Speak up. Will you?"

"I think ...I think something bit me. It's burning."

" Where? Here?" He caressed her neck to find the source of her discomfort.

"No, not here." She moved her hand to her thigh and hesitated to rub the stinging pain in front of him.

"Then , where?"

"On..... I think on my thigh." His skilled fingers unclasped the  three buttons of his coat in a hurry, to gain more access to her body. The cool wind caressing her now bare skin, made her realise her vulnerability as her eyes snapped open and a loud gasp came out of her lips.

"Daktar Babu!" She shrieked as her hands quickly sheathed her femininity in shame.

"What? Let me see." He moved his hand from her waist to her thigh and tried to find the spot where the insect might have bitten. "Where Shetu? I can't see. Guide me."

But she had kept her both hands covering her feminity while her left leg writhed in the stinging pain and closed her eyes in shame. "No, no it's fine. Let it be." She said but he could decipher the labour in his voice.

"Shetu, this is not the time to shy away." He said but she shook her head in negation. " Damn! Lying here on grass was a bad idea. Come  on, get up. We are going. Wrap up your saree. It must have become dry enough to be worn now." He picked her saree and threw it on her and wore his shirt from a huge stone  they had kept for drying. "Come fast."

"Hmm." She said in a strained voice.

Batakrishna and Shetukala reached the bungalow and saw their guard Suraj sleeping on a chair with his head lolling on his shoulder and loud snores leaving his open mouth.

"Look at him, the fool! Sleeping here! Shurjo! Shurjo!"

"No , wait . Don't wake him up."

" Why?"

"Look  at our clothes. What would he think about us coming like this at this hour?" 

"I'm fine, though you always end up wearing the wierdest wardrobe." He eyed her muddy saree and the large coat engulfing her petite figure and snickered, earning a smack from her on his arm. 

He huffed looking at  Shurjo and went past him. As he reached the door, he threw a stone at the sleeping figure startling him. " Who's there? Who's there?" Shurjo woke up from his slumber and scrambled up to guard again. " Jagte raho! Jagte raho!" He murmured with groggy eyes.

As Shetukala crossed his room, Batakrishna held her wrist.

"What?" She asked with a confused expression.

"Come inside." She shook her head.
"Come, Shetu. There is nothing to worry. I will have to check if it's a poisonous insect or not. We can't take the risk."

Shetukala nodded as the pain started increasing along with the intense itching pressing her  to give up the hesitation to scratch her itch unladylike in front of him and  reluctantly entered his room.

"Lie down." He gestured towards the bed.

"I'm fine....Its just---" She paused as he glared at her and nodded obeying him.

" Remove your saree."

"What?" Her eyes widened.

"What what? Remove your saree." He said nonchalantly as he settled at her foot, opening his kit.

Shetukala gulped and lifted her saree till her knees.

"More. Till the bite. " He said calmly.

She lifted again till it exposed her knee while her leg twitched in pain. "Can we switch off the light?"

" Why would we have to come inside then if all we needed was darknes?" He retorted but then took a deep breath and said,"  If you are feeling uncomfortable , I'll call Subha, wait."

" No, let her sleep. I don't want to to disturb her." She hesitantly lifted her saree more till her groin, covering her dignity as much as she could and shut her eyes.

Batakrishna examined her thigh with a pencil torch as he saw a wide  reddish flare on her inner thigh. It looked inflamed with an elevated apex, carrying the fine yellowish sting embedded in it.

He touched her thigh to twist it so as to expose her flare straight into the line of his eye, making her shudder at his cold touch barely touching her vulva and picked a tweezer from his kit.

"What are you doing?" She asked with horror watching the tweezer in his hand.

""It doesn't look poisonous. But we should remove the sting so as to prevent any delayed hypersensitivity reaction."

" No, don't. It would pain a lot."  She moved her leg back.

" Nothing will happen, Shetu. It would take just a nanosecond. You won't even feel it."

" No, no , no , no. I'm afraid of these instruments." She said moving away from him but he held her arm stopping her from getting up.

" Shetukala, wait. It won't pain much. Shotti."

He tried to cajole her as he lowered himself on her a bit to coax her but she denied again. "Shetu! Please."

"No , dactar babu. Please. Give me some medicine. I'll be fine." She said as she tired to scatch it to relieve the stringing sensation from the bite but he held her hand.

"If we don't remove it," He said as their eyes met in a eye-lock, and his left hand reached her right thigh and played with the supple skin, hitching her breath," it can be dangerous. We'll have to remove it, okay."

" Noh!" Shetukala whispered as she shook her head slightly,  whether she was denying his touch or his treatment, she didn't know.

"You won't even realise when it would come out." He whispered on her lips as his fingers reached her seam under her saree and his thumb stroked her tumified right labium. Her eyes closed in an ecstatic bliss washing herself with a desire as his thumb stroked her wetness.

"Done." He said breaking his contact with her as he pulled out the sting from her left thigh in a swift motion with his right hand holding the tweezers, making her open her eyes as she felt a sudden discord in herself at the loss of his touch breaking her state of rhapsody.

Shetukala gasped and held his free arm to sit up and covered herself quickly with the comforter . She averted her gaze as deep shades of red coloured her cheeks, at his brazen trick.

" What happened? Did you feel bad? I'm sorry... I just wanted to distract you . I shouldn't have---"

She put her fingers on his lips as she saw him spiralling into baseless remorse. " It didn't feel bad rather the opposite." She said and a tear fell from her eye as she looked away.

"Then why are you crying?" He wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumb softly.

" I....I should not feel good about this. It would mean that I...I am liking this and.... That would mean encouraging what happened in the---"

"Shetu ! Don't say that." His voice raised an octave almost scaring her. " Both things are completely different. Whatever happened with you wasn't consensual, rather mercilessly forced upon you." His throat clenched with pain and his hand fisted in rage.

He continued," It is no sin to feel pleasure with your body. It is as normal as hunger for food and thirst for water. It is a basic human instinct. Don't beat yourself up for that."

" That means whatever I feel is not wrong."

" Not at all."

"Thank  you." She gave a timid smile.

" Why? "

"Because.... n-nothing." She hesitated but he tipped her chin to make her look at him.

"Tell me because what?"

" Because , it happened many a times before with me when.... we.... we were close and I felt guilty for feeling good."

" What? And you didn't tell me this?"

" I ... I thought you would think I'm not an honourable woman. I thought it's a dirty thing to feel like this for a woman. Only men can feel such things." She said looking down and fidgeted her fingers.

"That is absolutely ludicrous. Desires don't differentiate between men and woman. You have nothing to be guilty about."

"Shotti?"

" Shotti."

***

"Shetu?" He said as he applied the soothing gel on her bite wound.

" Hmm? "

"You never touched yourself?" He asked curiously.

" Ofcourse I have, how can we avoid touching ourselves. We need to bathe, clothe and---"

" No, no . Not that way."

"Then?" She gave him a quizzical look.

"Uhm..... Like ... Like the way I did a few minutes ago."

" Oh!"

" Yes."

" No, I ..... I didn't."

" Do you want me to?"

She looked into his eyes for a moment before casting them down as a profuse blush splashed on her face.

But he caught the desire that flashed in her eyes for a moment before she glanced  away. He moved towards her lowering his face in alignment with hers and whispered in her ear,   "I'm taking your silence as yes. You have to voice your denial if you want to stop me."

Saying this, he removed the comforter from her body leaving her in just saree and kissed her with utmost passion. His lips traced her jawline , and peppered quick kisses on it before moving towards her neck.

Unsheathing her soft moulds from the restraints of her saree , he took his sweet time to marvel into their appearance. He could never get enough of admiring them. The perty buds were taut with her own arousal as he brushed his fingers on them earning a gasp from her.

He dipped himself into the valley between the slopes of her creamy sand dunes, as his hands kneaded them upto his heart's desire.

"Aaah! Daktar babu!"  She moaned as her head dug more into the pillow and her hands gripped it's corners in much needed hold.

"Call me by my name , Shetu."

"Aah! Noh" She moaned as his teeth grazed her nipple in between his lips enough to cause a pleasurable pain and earned a delicious hiss  from her lips. 

"My name, Shetu. I want to hear it." He almost growled like a hungry beast as he sucked hard on the dusky halo around the apex of her soft mount.

"Aaah! Batuk!" She almost screamed as an intense shiver reached her spine and a knot formed in her stomach begging for something , something more intense.

"Not Batuk! It's Batakrishna for you. My full name. Call me." He said as his lips finally relieved her breasts from their torture and painted her midriff with his wild kisses. As soon as he reached her lower abdomen and placed a swift wet kiss on her bare skin, she clenched her thighs in a reflex.

He opened the knot of her saree she had tied to put it in place and removed it in a quick motion, making her clench her thighs more tightly.

Her eyes opened in a snap and she brought her hands to cover herself but he held them in tight grip.  "Don't you dare or I'll tie you up. You want me to do that?" He warned and she denied.

Shetukala knew he would never go to that, but his voice threatened otherwise and she would actually won't dare to push his buttons at this moment.

She grappled his hair  anchoring her drowning boat of sanity to find some stability.

He gulped as he saw her seam wet and slick as he had felt a while back but that feleing didn't hold light in front of what he was watching right now.

His throat was parched beseeching for the nectar in front of his eyes , and quench his thirst while his eyes denied to close themselves and lose even a single sight of hers. Her body looked so impeccable, so unblemished that his hands hesitated to break its chastity. " You look so, so exquisite , Shetu! "

But the scent of her arousal was like a strong aphrodisiac enchanting him to have a small taste, just a small flick of tongue....just a...small one.

Hypnotised by the wiggling spellcaster beneath him, he moved towards her like a moth does towards a blazing flame , ready to burn himself in the fierce heat of her core that could singe his wings with a miniscule flick of its burning wick.

Shetukala's heart thrummed in anticipation as she felt his hot breath on her bare core. As his soft lips touched her swollen labials, her heart stopped for a few good seconds and resumed beating again with the triple pace than before.

He lifted his lips from her skin, and licked them with his tongue getting a tease of the taste of hers. But it wasn't a quick refreshment to relish . No! Not at all! It had to  to be savoured , like an age-old wine , read like a rare vintage book and worshipped like a deity  with undivided devotion of her ardent devotee.

He caressed her wet core, glistening under the flickering flame of yellow light making her squirm with pleasure, before he rubbed her deep pink tussie-mussie (bunch) of nerves with his thumb, making her grip tighten in his hair.

"Ohhhhh...... Ohhh myyyy....." She moaned in disorganised words as he pinched and twisted her sensitive nub softly. He pulled apart her inner soft petals , and blew a hot swoosh of air on them, maddening her , earning a push on his head towards her seam.

"Wait , my queen. Have patience. " He said in a husky voice as he continued his laborious torment on her softness, touching the crevices of her vestibule beneath her soft thick outer folds, but not entering where she most wanted him to.

After what felt like eons, he rimmed around her gorge slowly with his thumb,  before finally pushing his middle finger in it making her gasp out  loud thus ending her suffering. But she was wrong. The devious ,yet utterly pleasurable suffering had just started.

"Damn! Shetu! You are so tight. " He stroked her insides with his finger in slow tormenting rhythm , before finally pacing it to a desirable one that drew soft whimpers from her and earned him a slight eager push on his head towards her. Again! He couldn't stop his smile creeping on his lips but appreciate himself at her obvious arousal.

~Narcissistic much! Aren't we?

"Aahh!!!!" She shrieked as he added one more finger into her seam and moved them at raging rhythm.

When he curled his fingers , in a 'come here' motion, 
Shetukala's head lifted from her pillow and her back arched in pleasure, but he put his another free hand on her abdomen stilling her. "What did I say, say my name, my love?"

" Aah! Ba- ba..." His fingers came out from her making her leave a disappointed sigh from her mouth only to be replaced by his tongue a few moments later. As his tongue reimbursed the pleasure of the  ministrations of his fingers, all of the air rushed out from her lungs in shallow exhales, leaving her breathless but who needed to breathe here.

She was inhaling the ecstasy of his touch much more than the mundane oxygen in the air. 

If his fingers were heaven, his tongue was beyond the match. Magician indeed!

His soft but taut tongue slipped through her hot seam in a quick flick making her eyes roll back into her sockets.

"Ohhhhh......ohhhh God! I'm.... I'm.... going to...." Her toes curled in complete flexion as he
darted his tongue into her wet trench as deep as it could go in.

How can such a soft muscular thing feel so hard there!

"Come on Shetu ! Let it go. Free yourself." He commanded in an no argument tone.

" Aahhhhh! Batakrishna!"  Shetukala literally saw stars with closed eyes when he pulled her body by grabbing her hips just below his mouth and sucked hard on her sensitive bunch of pleasure nerves, making her come undone on his tongue , as he relished the luscious taste of hers.

"Damn! You taste freaking delicious." He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and pulled himself to snuggle into her. " You good?"

"Mo-more than good." She rasped with heavy breaths as her chest heaved up and down in loud gasps to suck in all the air needed she took for granted.

More than good indeed!

Damn!!! Why am I blushing? 🙈

Do tell me how it was. It was my first take writing such things (in detail or otherwise).

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