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Disclaimer - Work of fiction. I do not support any irl terrorists.
Warning - Smut, P in V, Orals (both M & F), Manipulation, virgin worship, showmanship.
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Rehman didn't come from a background of purity or sunshines, rather he was the king of darkness. Wherever he walked, trailed along the black goo of his wrongdoings.
But quite the juxtaposition is how he had been grown to be known as the Messiah of his people.
Sher-e-Baloch.
The tag which shivered people to the timbers and also comforted the other clan.
He knew where his authority lied and he also knew that the reputation he had build for himself was extremely important for him to maintain.
With the slightest slip up he could lose his comfort, his name, his respect and worst of all... His kingdom, which he had built on thorough blood and tear shed.
He did everything in his power to provide comfort and home to his people. Hospitals, schools, colleges, supplies what not, he provided it all and the people couldn't be happier.
But what most people did not know that the Messiah himself needs some indulgence, some reward, some relief, some pleasure.
Yet he would be rather caught dead that to be found indulging into some dubious relief with the people who were considered scarred by the society. You won't do that your well curated reputation.
He had to be clever. That sharp twisted brain of his came up with an idea so sinful that the humankind would spit on his so-called reputation if they got aware of the intent.
He had convinced Shirani in one of his earlier visits that in order to purify the bloodline of the most elligible balochi woman, the sher himself would need a night with her the very second, she turns 21.
Shirani being already pleased by Rehman's charity, agreed. According to Shirani, if the sher himself chooses to cleanse any woman she would he sacred and anyone would be blessed to have Rehman.
The tradition was simple. Every who had turned 21 were presented to Rehman and he would take his pick to "admire" That girl for the night.
Rehman handpicked the nooks and curves of the tradition to cater to his needs. Though a part of him felt a sting of guilt, he convinced him that this was just his reward.
It started to take place years after years and it changed the perception of pleasure for Rehman through and through.
Young girls began to prepare for this day the second they were old enough. The king needed to be served. It was almost a competition of being chosen.
He was welcomed with warm regards this time around as just like always. He sat on the soft white takht leaning down and resting his side of the soft silk claded cushion.
After the welcome ceremony Shirani approached Rehman.
"Rehman... Aj ka intezam thora khash hai" He smiled and added.
"Apke saare intezaam khash hi hote jan Shirani Sahab.. " He smirked.
"Aj ladkiyon mai meri chotu poti bhi hai" Shirani added with pride.
Rehman quirked his eyebrow and nodded.
Soon the evening dawned in and the spread of exquisite beauty was presented in front of Rehman.
Young and innocent pair of eyes bored through Rehman, competing gazes of the girls were almost amusing to Rehman.
They wore traditional balochi suits, their body covered with heavy jewelries traditional to their land. The clinks reflected their excitement.
He scanned the room with five fine silk adorned women. Of them his landed on the owner of the softest pair of lips and even smoother skin and the naivest eyes.
Rehman walked closer and stood in front of you.
You were prepared and taught about this day ever since you turned 18. Your nanu-jaan always reminded you that your purity and regards towards Rehman is almost a blessing to the community.
You were determined to win him through, after all he saved multiple of your brothers and flourished your land. The least you could do was to serve him how he pleased.
When Rehman stepped in front of you a wave of relief and victory fawned over you.
He carefully took your hand, pecking your knuckles with utmost care, choosing you. You were rather perplexed by his softness. The women previously chosen by him spoke of him as a beast in private. But he seemed so soft and caring... Right?
You addressed him with a soft glazing smile which he reciprocated in a split second.
Soon he was escorted to his suite as you prepped for him. He rested himself on the well decorated luxury pawn of a bed, waiting for his meal to walk inside on two feet.
“Koi Fariyaad” by Jagjit Singh played in it’s beautiful hum in the background of the ruin ground of the room. The room trapped innocence of the girls he had ruined with his very hand.
15 minutes passed and Rehman was growing impatient. Right when he had decided to walk out and ask about you himself, he heard the doorknob twist and you stepped inside the room of your fate.
You wore a white silk attire which symbolized your purity and innocence. Rehman being the beast of innocence found for you to be the perfect meal for him to consume.
“Bada waqt laga diya apne..” Rehman added with a voice which was almost tinged wwith impatience and exasperation.
“woh... mai taiyaar ho rahi thi…” You smiled at him, hoping for him to overlook your underlying nervousness.
His eyes trailed over her figure. Adorned with soft jewelries and softer silk contradicting what she wore during the show off.
He was impatient and his constant tapping of his heel mirrored that emotion quite well. A part of him wanted to admire your beauty and the other wanted to strip you off of your innocence as hastily as possible.
He stood up striding towards you and stopped right infront of your face.
“Tumhe pata hai na ki tumhe kya karna hai?” He enquired, almost testing the waters.
“Apki baat maan ni hai aur muskuraane ka ek wajah deni hai” You added with confidence.
“Mashallah, meri jaan…ap toh badi tez ho” he nodded “Aur khubsurat bhi” he added whilst gently caressing your face.
“Shukriya” You felt pride creeping up your straightened spine and the nervousness subsiding a bit.
He leaned down to take in your intoxicating smell as his hand wrapped around the nape of your neck, pulling you close to plant his face near your neck. His nose touched your soft sensitive skin earning a small gasp from you.
He chuckled at your reaction “awaze ap bohot pyaari nikal te ho… jab jab mai apke kareeb au...aisi awaze nikal te rehna..”
“Apko pasand hai?” You questioned him softly.
“Behad” He growled and his lips immediately found yours in a quick second.
You gasped at the unfamiliarity of the experience and held him close for some support, more emotional than physical.
His hand travelled under your slippery smooth kurti and caressed the dips of your curves.
Before you could roll into the comfort of it, his teeth sank in your lower lip and your kurti was tugged and ripped off of your body in a blink.
You knew better than to cover yourself but the hesitance in your motion was evident.
He stepped back to admire the sculpture he was about to break. Your eyes did not meet his in hesitance.
“Kapde utaaro…” He ordered and lit his cigarette.
You politely obliged and stripped bare Infront of his predatory gaze. Rehman scanned your physique, making a mental note of where bruises awarded by him would look the best.
He led you to the bed pushing you down, before looming over you.
He kissed you again this time with a desperation which almost felt unreal. His lips bruised your as his tongue swiped over and against your inexperienced one.
You whimpered running your hand up his broad back.
He discarded his kurta and salwar with little care. His sculpted physique almost numbed down the seriousness of the situation for you.
Your fingers ran over his toned torso, only for him to smirk up at you. He loved how lost each one your finger tips graze felt like. He was basking in the attention you gave him and vice versa.
His hand spread your thighs open and his veiny fingers dipped in your soaking wet pussy. You moaned out at the touch and tried to scurry away, just for him to click his tongue and smack your thigh to steady you down.
You yelped and let him be, if anything the unfamiliar touch was pleasurable and you unknowingly grinded against his hand.
He whistled at your desperation and the tip of his finger circled your swollen nub. He would usually not bother tasting his rewards. It was not for their pleasure, but for his. But your smell, your touch made it almost impossible for him to not taste you.
He leaned down and you rested up on your forearms confused by why he’s between your legs. You did not know that you could be kissed down there. 21 years of keeping you in the shadow from any sexual explanation did not help.
He took a whiff of your glistening pussy and immediately dove in. His tongue thrusted in your agape as you screamed out at the unfamiliar build up of pleasure. He maintained eye contact with your foggy eyes almost cumming in his pants just at the taste.
Your hand tangled with his hair which only seemed too fuel him further. The overwhelming knot in your stomach was tightening.
He eased a two fingers in your spongy core and you audibly screeched.
“Dard hoga… please d-don’t” you begged, scared of the impact.
You were silenced with your own yelp as he slapped your pussy.
“Mujhe rokogi?” he growled as his ego was ticked off by you.
He shoved yet another finger in you stretching you out. Dismissing your scared screams. His nose nudged your nub too well causing the knot in you to finally let go and gush all over his face. He drank you up with satisfaction.
As you tried to pull away from his face and finger he flipped you on your back, yanking your head up clutching at your scalp.
“Kaha bhag rahi ho..?” he rasped next to your ears and the beast everyone was explaining was flashing through. You were terrified and the waves of tears was the evidence.
Rehman felt bad for scaring you, but he should not care. This was his reward; he told himself now and again. He deserved this. Your tears made his cock throb in a way he could not explain. And if your tears were pleasurable for him, he will make you cry a river. Reward was for him and not for you to negotiate.
You had started to struggle to get out of bis grip and oh did it excite Rehman.
You did not know why you were trying to get away, this was supposed to purify you, but none of this felt any pure or safe at all.
Rehman laid you on your back and placed your soft legs on his shoulder. The anklet twinkled next to his ears.
Till now you had not really got the chance to look at his length. But now that your gaze met with his length a shriek left your throat. You could only imagine how bad it would hurt.
“it will hurt” you stated with fear lacing your demeanor.
“You’ll manage” he patted your cheek and nudged the tip of his cock around your clit and you threw your head back.
He eased just the tip of his cock in your cunt and the delicious stretch almost made you pass out.
He moaned our shuddering as he eased in you inch by inch. His girth stretched your virgin hole and tears spurted out your eyes.
“N-no I can’t” you screamed out clawing at his torso trying to get away.
Rehman was getting sick of your innocent defiance. He needed to fuck you. He had been patient and giving enough. He did not need to be any more mindful. You were his reward and nothing more.
He choked your throat and kept you pinned as he thrusted in you entirely with a single thrust.
You screamed out, your eyes rolling back. Drooling out from your thin soft pink lips you looked at the man who held every ounce of mercy.it was painful, he made the pain worse as if. He looked scary and unforgiving. The senses of you went at alarm as his thrust picked up.
You tried to kick him away when you met with a harsh slap.
“I have done… so fucking much for you and your community and you cannot even present me your pussy well… shame” he spat on your face with pure disappointed.
His disappointed voice brought back waves of every lesson your mother and grandfather had taught you. Rehman was your messiah. He sheltered your brothers, saved them, because of him the kids of Balochistan read and wrote. And you could not please him?
The tears which pooled now were from shame rather than pain. You had brought shame onto yourself and Rehman’s disappointed eyes and words made it so painfully obvious.
“kisi aur ko chun leta..toh shayadd tumse behtar hoti” He added and kept thrusting watching you jerk in pleasure and a mixture of pure shame.
“Nahi nahi nahi…mai..sirf mai..i’ll be good take me please” you sobbed begging for him to take pleasure in the form of you.
Rehman smirked knowing full well that his words had arched properly through you.
“Good girl” he smiled and groped your exposed breast.
“you are so pretty… you should let me admire you well baby” he smirked and you nodded desperately. He leaned down to swirl his tongue over your nipples making you arch your back. He continued the assault on your breast and equally on your sobbing pussy which bled desperation and sucked him in.
He flipped you on your fours and got a hold of his discarded scarf. He wrapped it around your throat in a leash tie. The tie was tight enough to bruise, matching all the bruises he had already left on your body. You were confused but the scent of his arab ittar on the scarf gave a weird amalgamation of comfort and terror which numbed you down.
He tugged at the scarf choking you and pulling your head back forcing you to arch your back as he rutted in you.
Your tongue rolled out at the choke and your eyes crossed. Rehman pecked down your spine as you came again. The familiar wave breaking you.
The room was filled with filthy sounds of skin meeting and graons. Your soft cries danced along the wall like the music playing.
He pulled out watching you crumble under him.
He yanked your languid self up tugging at the scarf which was a leash on you. Your face close to his groin as he shoved his cock down your already parted swollen lips. You gagged and closed your eyes taking whatever he had to give.
The warmth of your mouth and the tears stained face made him lose his mind. He came down your throat.
You gagged at the taste but swallowed anyways maintaining a weak eye contact.
He let go of you as you fell back like a weak bambi. He gathered you in his arms as exhaustion took over you.
The hums of Jagjit Singh had subsided and only the soft breathing of your could be heard.
You looke so broken, so soft and oh so precious. He had to keep you. You were too precious to be just his one time reward. He had to make you his little ruined bride. And he knew full well that Shirani would fawn at the thought of it.
He had already won the second you looked at him and now you are trapped…forever…
Sher-e-Baloch had you and your people conquered. It showed on the smirk of his lips which now smoked his Davidoff with you asleep in his arms.
Disclaimer - Work of fiction. I do not support any irl terrorists.
Warning - Smut, P in V, Orals (both M & F), Manipulation, virgin worship, showmanship.
Happy Reading~
Rehman didn't come from a background of purity or sunshines, rather he was the king of darkness. Wherever he walked, trailed along the black goo of his wrongdoings.
But quite the juxtaposition is how he had been grown to be known as the Messiah of his people.
Sher-e-Baloch.
The tag which shivered people to the timbers and also comforted the other clan.
He knew where his authority lied and he also knew that the reputation he had build for himself was extremely important for him to maintain.
With the slightest slip up he could lose his comfort, his name, his respect and worst of all... His kingdom, which he had built on thorough blood and tear shed.
He did everything in his power to provide comfort and home to his people. Hospitals, schools, colleges, supplies what not, he provided it all and the people couldn't be happier.
But what most people did not know that the Messiah himself needs some indulgence, some reward, some relief, some pleasure.
Yet he would be rather caught dead that to be found indulging into some dubious relief with the people who were considered scarred by the society. You won't do that your well curated reputation.
He had to be clever. That sharp twisted brain of his came up with an idea so sinful that the humankind would spit on his so-called reputation if they got aware of the intent.
He had convinced Shirani in one of his earlier visits that in order to purify the bloodline of the most elligible balochi woman, the sher himself would need a night with her the very second, she turns 21.
Shirani being already pleased by Rehman's charity, agreed. According to Shirani, if the sher himself chooses to cleanse any woman she would he sacred and anyone would be blessed to have Rehman.
The tradition was simple. Every who had turned 21 were presented to Rehman and he would take his pick to "admire" That girl for the night.
Rehman handpicked the nooks and curves of the tradition to cater to his needs. Though a part of him felt a sting of guilt, he convinced him that this was just his reward.
It started to take place years after years and it changed the perception of pleasure for Rehman through and through.
Young girls began to prepare for this day the second they were old enough. The king needed to be served. It was almost a competition of being chosen.
He was welcomed with warm regards this time around as just like always. He sat on the soft white takht leaning down and resting his side of the soft silk claded cushion.
After the welcome ceremony Shirani approached Rehman.
"Rehman... Aj ka intezam thora khash hai" He smiled and added.
"Apke saare intezaam khash hi hote jan Shirani Sahab.. " He smirked.
"Aj ladkiyon mai meri chotu poti bhi hai" Shirani added with pride.
Rehman quirked his eyebrow and nodded.
Soon the evening dawned in and the spread of exquisite beauty was presented in front of Rehman.
Young and innocent pair of eyes bored through Rehman, competing gazes of the girls were almost amusing to Rehman.
They wore traditional balochi suits, their body covered with heavy jewelries traditional to their land. The clinks reflected their excitement.
He scanned the room with five fine silk adorned women. Of them his landed on the owner of the softest pair of lips and even smoother skin and the naivest eyes.
Rehman walked closer and stood in front of you.
You were prepared and taught about this day ever since you turned 18. Your nanu-jaan always reminded you that your purity and regards towards Rehman is almost a blessing to the community.
You were determined to win him through, after all he saved multiple of your brothers and flourished your land. The least you could do was to serve him how he pleased.
When Rehman stepped in front of you a wave of relief and victory fawned over you.
He carefully took your hand, pecking your knuckles with utmost care, choosing you. You were rather perplexed by his softness. The women previously chosen by him spoke of him as a beast in private. But he seemed so soft and caring... Right?
You addressed him with a soft glazing smile which he reciprocated in a split second.
Soon he was escorted to his suite as you prepped for him. He rested himself on the well decorated luxury pawn of a bed, waiting for his meal to walk inside on two feet.
“Koi Fariyaad” by Jagjit Singh played in it’s beautiful hum in the background of the ruin ground of the room. The room trapped innocence of the girls he had ruined with his very hand.
15 minutes passed and Rehman was growing impatient. Right when he had decided to walk out and ask about you himself, he heard the doorknob twist and you stepped inside the room of your fate.
You wore a white silk attire which symbolized your purity and innocence. Rehman being the beast of innocence found for you to be the perfect meal for him to consume.
“Bada waqt laga diya apne..” Rehman added with a voice which was almost tinged wwith impatience and exasperation.
“woh... mai taiyaar ho rahi thi…” You smiled at him, hoping for him to overlook your underlying nervousness.
His eyes trailed over her figure. Adorned with soft jewelries and softer silk contradicting what she wore during the show off.
He was impatient and his constant tapping of his heel mirrored that emotion quite well. A part of him wanted to admire your beauty and the other wanted to strip you off of your innocence as hastily as possible.
He stood up striding towards you and stopped right infront of your face.
“Tumhe pata hai na ki tumhe kya karna hai?” He enquired, almost testing the waters.
“Apki baat maan ni hai aur muskuraane ka ek wajah deni hai” You added with confidence.
“Mashallah, meri jaan…ap toh badi tez ho” he nodded “Aur khubsurat bhi” he added whilst gently caressing your face.
“Shukriya” You felt pride creeping up your straightened spine and the nervousness subsiding a bit.
He leaned down to take in your intoxicating smell as his hand wrapped around the nape of your neck, pulling you close to plant his face near your neck. His nose touched your soft sensitive skin earning a small gasp from you.
He chuckled at your reaction “awaze ap bohot pyaari nikal te ho… jab jab mai apke kareeb au...aisi awaze nikal te rehna..”
“Apko pasand hai?” You questioned him softly.
“Behad” He growled and his lips immediately found yours in a quick second.
You gasped at the unfamiliarity of the experience and held him close for some support, more emotional than physical.
His hand travelled under your slippery smooth kurti and caressed the dips of your curves.
Before you could roll into the comfort of it, his teeth sank in your lower lip and your kurti was tugged and ripped off of your body in a blink.
You knew better than to cover yourself but the hesitance in your motion was evident.
He stepped back to admire the sculpture he was about to break. Your eyes did not meet his in hesitance.
“Kapde utaaro…” He ordered and lit his cigarette.
You politely obliged and stripped bare Infront of his predatory gaze. Rehman scanned your physique, making a mental note of where bruises awarded by him would look the best.
He led you to the bed pushing you down, before looming over you.
He kissed you again this time with a desperation which almost felt unreal. His lips bruised your as his tongue swiped over and against your inexperienced one.
You whimpered running your hand up his broad back.
He discarded his kurta and salwar with little care. His sculpted physique almost numbed down the seriousness of the situation for you.
Your fingers ran over his toned torso, only for him to smirk up at you. He loved how lost each one your finger tips graze felt like. He was basking in the attention you gave him and vice versa.
His hand spread your thighs open and his veiny fingers dipped in your soaking wet pussy. You moaned out at the touch and tried to scurry away, just for him to click his tongue and smack your thigh to steady you down.
You yelped and let him be, if anything the unfamiliar touch was pleasurable and you unknowingly grinded against his hand.
He whistled at your desperation and the tip of his finger circled your swollen nub. He would usually not bother tasting his rewards. It was not for their pleasure, but for his. But your smell, your touch made it almost impossible for him to not taste you.
He leaned down and you rested up on your forearms confused by why he’s between your legs. You did not know that you could be kissed down there. 21 years of keeping you in the shadow from any sexual explanation did not help.
He took a whiff of your glistening pussy and immediately dove in. His tongue thrusted in your agape as you screamed out at the unfamiliar build up of pleasure. He maintained eye contact with your foggy eyes almost cumming in his pants just at the taste.
Your hand tangled with his hair which only seemed too fuel him further. The overwhelming knot in your stomach was tightening.
He eased a two fingers in your spongy core and you audibly screeched.
“Dard hoga… please d-don’t” you begged, scared of the impact.
You were silenced with your own yelp as he slapped your pussy.
“Mujhe rokogi?” he growled as his ego was ticked off by you.
He shoved yet another finger in you stretching you out. Dismissing your scared screams. His nose nudged your nub too well causing the knot in you to finally let go and gush all over his face. He drank you up with satisfaction.
As you tried to pull away from his face and finger he flipped you on your back, yanking your head up clutching at your scalp.
“Kaha bhag rahi ho..?” he rasped next to your ears and the beast everyone was explaining was flashing through. You were terrified and the waves of tears was the evidence.
Rehman felt bad for scaring you, but he should not care. This was his reward; he told himself now and again. He deserved this. Your tears made his cock throb in a way he could not explain. And if your tears were pleasurable for him, he will make you cry a river. Reward was for him and not for you to negotiate.
You had started to struggle to get out of bis grip and oh did it excite Rehman.
You did not know why you were trying to get away, this was supposed to purify you, but none of this felt any pure or safe at all.
Rehman laid you on your back and placed your soft legs on his shoulder. The anklet twinkled next to his ears.
Till now you had not really got the chance to look at his length. But now that your gaze met with his length a shriek left your throat. You could only imagine how bad it would hurt.
“it will hurt” you stated with fear lacing your demeanor.
“You’ll manage” he patted your cheek and nudged the tip of his cock around your clit and you threw your head back.
He eased just the tip of his cock in your cunt and the delicious stretch almost made you pass out.
He moaned our shuddering as he eased in you inch by inch. His girth stretched your virgin hole and tears spurted out your eyes.
“N-no I can’t” you screamed out clawing at his torso trying to get away.
Rehman was getting sick of your innocent defiance. He needed to fuck you. He had been patient and giving enough. He did not need to be any more mindful. You were his reward and nothing more.
He choked your throat and kept you pinned as he thrusted in you entirely with a single thrust.
You screamed out, your eyes rolling back. Drooling out from your thin soft pink lips you looked at the man who held every ounce of mercy.it was painful, he made the pain worse as if. He looked scary and unforgiving. The senses of you went at alarm as his thrust picked up.
You tried to kick him away when you met with a harsh slap.
“I have done… so fucking much for you and your community and you cannot even present me your pussy well… shame” he spat on your face with pure disappointed.
His disappointed voice brought back waves of every lesson your mother and grandfather had taught you. Rehman was your messiah. He sheltered your brothers, saved them, because of him the kids of Balochistan read and wrote. And you could not please him?
The tears which pooled now were from shame rather than pain. You had brought shame onto yourself and Rehman’s disappointed eyes and words made it so painfully obvious.
“kisi aur ko chun leta..toh shayadd tumse behtar hoti” He added and kept thrusting watching you jerk in pleasure and a mixture of pure shame.
“Nahi nahi nahi…mai..sirf mai..i’ll be good take me please” you sobbed begging for him to take pleasure in the form of you.
Rehman smirked knowing full well that his words had arched properly through you.
“Good girl” he smiled and groped your exposed breast.
“you are so pretty… you should let me admire you well baby” he smirked and you nodded desperately. He leaned down to swirl his tongue over your nipples making you arch your back. He continued the assault on your breast and equally on your sobbing pussy which bled desperation and sucked him in.
He flipped you on your fours and got a hold of his discarded scarf. He wrapped it around your throat in a leash tie. The tie was tight enough to bruise, matching all the bruises he had already left on your body. You were confused but the scent of his arab ittar on the scarf gave a weird amalgamation of comfort and terror which numbed you down.
He tugged at the scarf choking you and pulling your head back forcing you to arch your back as he rutted in you.
Your tongue rolled out at the choke and your eyes crossed. Rehman pecked down your spine as you came again. The familiar wave breaking you.
The room was filled with filthy sounds of skin meeting and graons. Your soft cries danced along the wall like the music playing.
He pulled out watching you crumble under him.
He yanked your languid self up tugging at the scarf which was a leash on you. Your face close to his groin as he shoved his cock down your already parted swollen lips. You gagged and closed your eyes taking whatever he had to give.
The warmth of your mouth and the tears stained face made him lose his mind. He came down your throat.
You gagged at the taste but swallowed anyways maintaining a weak eye contact.
He let go of you as you fell back like a weak bambi. He gathered you in his arms as exhaustion took over you.
The hums of Jagjit Singh had subsided and only the soft breathing of your could be heard.
You looke so broken, so soft and oh so precious. He had to keep you. You were too precious to be just his one time reward. He had to make you his little ruined bride. And he knew full well that Shirani would fawn at the thought of it.
He had already won the second you looked at him and now you are trapped…forever…
Sher-e-Baloch had you and your people conquered. It showed on the smirk of his lips which now smoked his Davidoff with you asleep in his arms.
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A stray cat in my area is severely injured and is in urgent need of medical care. I have hospitalised him as soon as I could but the post surgery cost is really high for me to afford. I am unemployed, and only have 2k inr that I have already used for him. Nobody is willing to help out and everyone keeps saying to just let him succumb to the injuries. I am thinking of taking a loan from a shopkeep here...but I would need to return the money. I don't know what I'll do. I am really anxious and scared rn. If you guys could help out or even share the donation link, it would mean the world to me.
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Hi guys, I wouldn't have shared this message here unless I was really desperate.
A stray cat in my area is severely injured and is in urgent need of medical care. I have hospitalised him as soon as I could but the post surgery cost is really high for me to afford. I am unemployed, and only have 2k inr that I have already used for him. Nobody is willing to help out and everyone keeps saying to just let him succumb to the injuries. I am thinking of taking a loan from a shopkeep here...but I would need to return the money. I don't know what I'll do. I am really anxious and scared rn. If you guys could help out or even share the donation link, it would mean the world to me.
Ketto is crowdfunding website in India! With Ketto.org you can Start Campaigns to raise funds for causes such as Medical, Education, Memoria
Picture of the injured cat is attached below. See at your own discretion.
A/N - the look and the setting of where the smut took place ☝
Disclaimer - work of fiction
Warning - smut
Happy Reading
Your arms leisurely wrapped around Hamza’s neck as you tried with every might in your self to hold onto him and your sanity. The walls of your velvety gummy pussy engulfed Hamza’s length inch by inch. Your walls memorized each vein which adorned his girth.
The cold air of the roof where you sat sank on his lap hit your warm skin, as your languid actions broke every restrains which you initially claimed to have. The fireplace right in the core of the circular roof seating burned mirroring the flames which was being barely quenched as you tried your best to suffice your tearing escape and his searing ego.
His muscular thighs, now bare nuzzled your soft skin as you rocked back and forth.
Your lust broke apart in his arms but contradicting your need and your extreme effort to reach some high you were chasing, left unmatched by the man himself. Hamza looked rather unimpressed. His usually cascaded face was now left more prominent as his hair rested in a thick man bun, giving his face better definition and his features the attention they deserves.
His cigarette hung low between his full lips as your hung open trying to get used to the size of him. Your eyes met his which hid so much yet none at the same behind his thin rimmed rayban specks. He barely wore these but when he did it make your core clench in ways you didn't know it could.
“That’s all you got bunny? This is how you were planning to impress huh?” Hamza enquired with a lace of mock.
Your dazed eyes and equally hazy thoughts finally seemed to align together being woken by his sultry mock. Your brown glazed iris met his green one which held no amount of impress whatsoever.
“I am trying my best here…. Not my fault that you are used to experienced whores” You snarked back knowing very well that your mercy residing right in his broad palms. To provoke him was the only way you would get to the end of this void.
No sooner did your drooling snark left your sharp tongue did your cheek echoed the sound of skin colliding. A sharp slap landed on your eager cheek only for you to let out an unamused laugh.
“Yahi hai tumhari mardangi Haamza, haath uthana…aur ata bhi kya hai tumhe” You spilled poison yet again.
You expected him to say something in return, maybe another jab but what he did instead was something rather rare. He laughed at being insulted.
Before you could reciprocate with another spill of your curated poison you were flipped on your fours. You had won.
Your legs spread open giving the starving lion a gaze of what he desired. Your pussy laid full in display for him to admire or to destroy, the choice was his but the will was of yours.
The brooding presence of the man behind you shined brighter with power and a sense of domination more than any of the city lights did overlooking the roof.
You tried to fight the grip of his hold around you only to be proven completely useless with each thrash. Rather the more you seemed to move the more his grip on your plush waist tightened. The soft curves of your body glistened with bruises gifted by his gift and a thin sheet of sweat.
“Koi fayda nahi hai…” he growled right by your ears with a slight lean.
His hand curled in a fist as he brought it close to your wet and swollen folds. The ring of his fingers dipped getting a taste of your desperation first. The ring portraying a lion dipped the furthest nudging your sensitive bundle of nerves.
You yelped out as your body betrayed your will of remaining unfazed. Your hips jerked back trying to increase the little friction his rings were providing.
Hamza clicked his tongue observing your petty distress. He eased a finger in you giving you a taste of your need as you moaned out. His finger curled up to find the spongy spot in you which drove you insane.
Your mouth hung agape as he fucked his finer deeper, each slide of his finger along with his grooved ring stretched you more than you would like to admit.
You needed more; you always did and the patience of this man was not helping. So what better than to test it.
“Tch I thought you had more to give Sher...” You mocked him, probably more than you should.
Hamza groaned at your words and soon he threw you down on the floor right over his leather boot. Knowing full well that the desperation in you would drive you to do exactly what he needs you to.
The friction on your aching core was unbearable and you could not help but grind further on his boots. He smirked at your pathetic excuse of earlier mentioned self-restrains as your wetness coated his leather booth.
Your bare chest arched causing your perked nipples to ache for his tongue as the warm air of the open roof hit them.
Hamza pebbled with them for a while before groping your soft and full breast right on his palm.
You moaned out grinning up at him as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. The clouds were an excuse; you were definitely the highest right now.
Hamza’s fingers tangled with your locks as he tilted your head up and spat right in your wide agape of pleasurable moans. You gulped whatever he was willing to give you.
He smirked in satisfaction as you rested your body weight on your palms which rested on either side of your torso on the floor as your hips rolled on the rough edges of the boots.
Your movements soon met a convulsing stop when you squirted all over his boots. You earned a howling chuckle from him.
"Pretty slut" He stated and that label made you foggy even further.
You huffed almost limping down when he manhandled you up.
“Now I shall show you what riding actually is...” Hamza stated reminding you of your previous failed attempt at doing so.
Your limp self was pulled up sinking back on his girth. His tip pierced your gummy walls once again but this time it was rather brutal. You gripped his shoulder only for him to swat your wrists away and holding them in a grip behind your back.
He thrusted in you leaning his back rested on the cushiony back rest. Your screams now echoed the moist air of Lyari claded itself with your gasps and moans. The roof memorized the sight and your skin memorized the touch.
Hamza groaned against your exposed throat which glistened with beads of sweat as you throw your head back in sheer satisfaction. He lapped up the sweat which trinkled and collected on the nip of the base of your throat.
His beadd scratched the exposed bump of your chest. His tongue trailed down your soft cherry breasts as he nibbled on your soft peaks whilst his other hand squeezed your bottom hard enough to leave imprint.
He looked down to smile at the satisfactory disappearance of his cock in you. The sinful wet sounds of skin slapping and your juices trinkling down only made the scene more enticing for him.
He needed better access, which led him to flip you on the couch with your face pressed against a cushion as he rutted in you from the back. His hands came down to smack your soft bottom as tears streamed freely down your eyes.
He pulled your head back as you clawed at the cover underneath.
‘nghh… no more please…too much” You begged for an escape from the situation you equally begged harder to be in.
You were silenced with his hand wrapping around your throat choking you. “You will speak only when spoken to”
He was not just fucking you rather he was claiming the prize he snatched in the shape of his begum.
His animalistic thrusts ripped another orgasm out of you leaving you in a puddle of satisfaction and further pleasure.
As you spasmed around him, he finally felt his knot tighten to burst.
The final thrusts from the man rutted in deeper as he painted your insides with white thick ropes of his cum.
The warmth of his cock in you and the leaking cum worked as an elixir for you.
“Would you still continue to say that Uzair could’ve fucked you better?”
You smirked at his question remembering how this session even took place.
You were madly and hopelessly in love with Uzair for as long as you could remember, but fate brought you to jailing of Uzair and you getting married off to Hamza instead.
The marriage though seemed to bloomed, Hamza was too giving, his touch held apology for allah knows what, which you did not appreciate in the long run.
One fine evening, you dressed well to seduce your husband just for him to call you “beautiful” with a peck on your forehead before walking away.
Right then the wires of your lust filled brain tugged and you blurted out “Uzair would’ve fucked me better and harder if he saw mee like this…unlike you”
Hamza strided towards with an enquiry which died in his throat when you pushed him on the couch of the roof to “ride” him and show him what you would’ve done to Uzair.
That one bold move led you to where you are today.
God bless Uzair and he shall be bailed soon but oh did his name bring you the satisfaction of fucking the lion himself.
Hamza jailed Uzair to get a hold of Lyari, to his surprise the hold came with a side of you claded in red and ;imp on his cock leaking of him.
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Kai baar ki chetavaniyon aur lagataar uksane ke baad, ab dhairya ka samay samaapt ho chuka hai.
Aaj, Bharat sarkar Pakistan ke viruddh yudh ki aadhikarik ghoshna karti hai.
Hamari sena ne sabhi rananitik morchon par sainya abhiyan shuru kar diye hain. Main desh ke har nagrik se shaanti banaye rakhne, ekjut rehne aur Bharatiya sena par poora vishwas rakhne ki appeal karta hoon.
Pakistan ko yaad rakhna hoga —
yeh purana Hindustan nahi hai.
Yeh Naya Hindustan hai.
Yeh ghar mein ghus kar bhi jawab deta hai…
aur seema par khade hokar bhi.
Yeh yudh Bharat ne kabhi nahi chaha tha —
lekin yeh yudh Bharat hi samaapt karega.
Aur mere deshvasiyon…
sir utha kar khade rahiye.
Ek saath khade rahiye.
Kyuki jab 140 crore Bharatiya ek awaaz mein garajte hain, toh duniya ki koi taakat Bharat ko jhuka nahi sakti.
Jai Hind.
Angreezi version for foreigners.
My dear fellow Indians,
After repeated warnings and endless provocations, the time for patience is over.
Today, the Government of India officially declares war against Pakistan.
Our armed forces have begun military operations across all strategic fronts. I urge every citizen to remain calm, stay united, and place full trust in the Indian Armed Forces.
Pakistan must remember —
this is not the old Hindustan anymore.
This is the New Hindustan.
This is a nation that can answer from across the border…
and, if needed, from inside the enemy’s walls as well.
India never wished for this war —
but India will be the one to end it.
And to my fellow citizens…
stand tall.
Stand together.
Because when 1.4 billion Indians roar as one, no force in the world can bend Bharat.
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