THE EPIC of KALI: Passionate of Her

Chapter- 3 They grounded heavily…

                                                                                    "Ah…… holy f**k."

                                                                                                          -SAGUN.

'Lord???'

Hulm Sabirah, the Kama kingdom marshal, was always in hesitative awe whenever his King, Aziz Tiresenzo, undergoes sudden GRAND laugh, the emotional custom of Aziz. Though he can equilibrium Aziz in varied qualities when placed in a balance, that stately post, the King, through which Aziz inserted, creates a customary wave of respect and fear, that been to superintendent and labors, in Hulm. This time he was even more confused about Aziz's sudden visit to Sagun and her daughter, the kingdom's most-respected preacher, and his quick laugh soon after he was out. Usually, he leaves his awe as it is, or he'll stare for a while awkwardly at Aziz, prohibited by his hesitation to raise out to him. But this time, somehow, he was arranged with his courage and care to ask.

Not even caring Hulm's inquisition, Aziz, with his tremendous tone, accelerated his laugh, which inevitably allowed Hulm with slightly increased interest and words and sound to enquire in his cushion-soften swift sound:

'Lord…uh…. Laughing…. W-why? W-what for?'

With Aziz's stubbornness and torpor, Hulm was unable to cope up. As in a responsibility to prove this, Aziz rejected to stop his success laugh just for his almost-like servant's want-to-know desire. As Aziz's repeated ignorance was almost like a bit-of-sand insult, Hulm maintained silence, forcing himself to group up with those soldiers who were in tight fit amber-red armor and accompanied utmost peace.

They all stood still, until Aziz's exit from Sagun's house, tentatively stuck their eyes on those pure-green garden adjacent to Sagun's residential, which was indulged in default-for-a-garden artistic activities such as grass bending profusely for just-now-crossed-the-widespread-trees healing breeze, glittering the morning son's reflection by their smooth, shining surface and accompanying with hidden insects in instrumenting soothing tones which collaborates into feel-good music for those ununiformed chorus songs voiced by hastily-filling-the-shops crowds, around them, wandering all over, like a colony of ants. 

They were just a mile distance from their held-high-on-the-top fort pitched amongst those amber and red houses, shops, and markets. These structures stacked in such a way that their collaborative efforts amazingly resulted in presenting a pyramid-shaped mountain's phenomenal view for a distant observer. With the additional decorative designs of their winged animal, Yali, of which they are known for, was built with it so that his valor face was split-out at one side of the mountain, the opposite side of which was left for the animal's back and tail, and other two sides were for wings, and ultimately its body was immersed inside the mountain, such that it body took the shape of the cloud-coated-at-the-top mountain’s pyramid structure.      

Soon after Hulm's turn-off, Aziz forced himself of utmost efforts to end his gelastic sound. Again re-performing his own occasional warm-up exercises, he races to that waiting-for-him locomotive creature, Yali, whose body resembled a lion. In contrast, face copied eagle with an additional ability to fly with its branched feathery wings. Climbing on it and giving it a hurtles tap, he started its legs to rage furiously through the curved and slanting way surrounded with some houses and shops, the rest.

Most shops were busy-selling eatables and drinkables cherished with enough customers to make them filled with that unique excitement and crowd noise that belongs to shops. People were in gowns and royal robes, on horses passing through shops and markets, making the way clumsy and busy. Some sellers were whooping the names, of which they were selling, at the roaming people in a musical tone: a resemblance of a skilled seller. Many light cats are at their work, seated on the roof of many houses and shops, also busy chatting with each of their colleagues adjacent to them---- a typical labor’s custom       

Aziz and his men were rushing through the streets rousing smoky clouds of dust, receiving just a second crouch of people busy at their works. That slanting way was taking him to his enormous fort situated at the top of the pyramid-shaped mountain on which part of their territory lies.

Yali, the creature on which Aziz and his men usually join the King wherever he goes, racing at their top speed. At the same time, Aziz's recollection of the events he overcame overtook their speed. He shuffled the events in his mind, providing him occasional laughs as he feels proud of himself regarding the things he had indulged there.

'Ha-ha-ha,' laughed within him, establishing gentle slaps over his just-now-worn-erythroid chin and expressing his appreciative words credited by his recollection.

'Born actor, I'm a born actor.' 

He thought of how he made Ananda, who was coincidently caught by his lustful eyes when he was out hunting while she was curiously plucking flowers in her garden adjacent to her house. Of his by-accident encounter, he worried of his so-long-unawareness that Sagun was abetted in producing such an attractive beauty. He then felt proud of his sudden idea to mesmerize and lust-boost Ananda so that he could prey on her, without inviting rustles,  for his quickly-boosted lust, provoked by eagle eyeing the junction of her plumped-breast. By, without her concern, making her inhale his scent by pouring it on smell-less flower been to her garden, and telling her that the flower was aromatic, so that she would grab the flower and smell it, of her purposely-triggered-by-Aziz awe that how that smell more little flower could be fragrant, Aziz wrapped her prey to fell into his snare. He repeatedly appreciated himself giving his chin a soft slap because of his crucial move, that is, following Ananda to her house as soon as she recognized the suddenly-came dizziness and hesitatively hurried to her place, that was of unknowingly inhaling that cunning scent on that smell less but stretched to her by Aziz as an aromatic flower. On the thought of receiving fell-by-fainting Ananda, because of her ferocious intoxication, tightening her against his armored chest as soon as she was well-set for his disposal and taking her to the bedroom to undertake his erotic moves, he went excited.

Though he was disappointed with Sagun's unexpected sudden intruding during his deep descending into her, he became amazed by his believed-by-Sagun acting in his on-the-moment planned drama, which resulted in no black-marks of his character, which also raised one step above and praised him his most-wanted-from-commoners gift, growth of respect.

All these thrilling, memorable scenarios gifted him enough satisfaction that he would be received by the combined efforts of spending the day traveling through his province, which enabled him to encounter comely events, playing sword fight with his men and hunting. Filled with overflowing satisfaction, Aziz, a respected and famous king who hides his true character and lustful desires from public view, was rushing to his fort to spend the rest of the day with these passionate and proud-to-him memories, unknowing that fate was utter better trickster then him.   

Maybe some lucky person in Aziz's place, furiously traveling to the fort with the recollection of intoxicating and occasional-laugh-giving memories, would be blessed to notice that horse uncontrollably rushing against. But when it comes to lust and related issues, as it was now clear, Aziz was an unbowed personality, which profusely feasted him with the main course, the collision with that horse, flavored with sudden-fall and sudden-break. The side dish, wounds, and bleedings, presented by roughly-surfaced road. The desert, strains, and pains, beyond his protective armor. All these hurts ultimately resulted in him voicing proper appreciation for this kind of feasts:

'Oh…… holy f**k.'

Soon after appreciating, he was surrounded by crowds and fainted on the ground.

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Shocked by encountering his daughter who fell down from the bed with her pillow in-between her legs and seeing him with a face upholding reactions of her libido and intoxication, Sagun widened his eyes since it was his first time being in front of her daughter,   acquainting with s****l attitudes.

Though she received a blurred vision, she was capable of identifying her familiar-faced father through her struggling-for-independence tired eyes. Shaping her lips to a horizontal 'C' shaped smile, she diverted his suddenly-concerned searching-for-her-want view on Sagun's sides. She enquired disappointedly with a tone expressing intoxicated longings: 

'F-father…. W-where is he?'

That was enough for Sagun to reach the peak in his just-now-outburst anger. Though it was an unexpected word from her, they were not wrong words to re-progress his angry rough tone.

'Ah… ah… ah… I want him…. Uh… between my legs'

Ananda was still with the impact of Aziz's scent she inhaled, which stubbornly pushed her into a totally unescapable intoxication, which paid for her unawareness of her half-nakedness, unable to control her words, accelerating her father's temper, specialized her with enough guts to ask Sagun for Aziz, and boosting her with utmost desire for s*x which powered her want for him even after wetting that would-be-her-s*x-toy pillow, accelerating it between her legs unconsciously until her downfall.

Again, Sagun was regenerated with the signs, popping out of veins, grinding his teeth, showing his strength on that door grabbed by his hand, which was again successful in provoking his furiousness.

'What the, what the hell she took?' thought Sagun based on his utmost surety that she had taken some should-not-be-taken intoxicates.

'Ah-ah, HAA……….' Mourned Ananda accompanying a lustful tone fertilized by the sweet pleasure expelled due to the appraisable performance, her hands hastened into her s*x.

Undergoing an inability to the audience her erotic and automatic-of-her-situation rituals, Sagun initiated his quick leaving, triggered by his fear that he would hurt her bad, and the remembrance of his paused class he needs to take.  

'F-father stop……' knowing that he didn't pause, she re-progressed her mourn-like orders:

'Stop! Let me know where he is. I need him. Right NOW!'

Sagun was almost inside his preach-hall when he was irritated by those words. He flourished back to the bedroom that was fueled by his anger. Grabbing her messy hair so that she was in face to face contact with him, he roared:

'STOP!!! Don't make yourself roasted. I've class going on. Shut your s**t!' his words were the ultimate reactions of his self-control, expressing his urge to red her chins. Then, he released her and hurried to leave the place, which unexpectedly resulted in an increased dosage of his waiting-to-outburst anger prescribed by her not-to-be-argued-with-father statements:

'G-give him to me. I can't wait. Did I ever make you wait, stopping mother? Why you…..like this? That's why my mother left you?'

Sagun was in his utmost urge to release his temper absolutely on her. His heart at its best speed in beating. His veins suddenly cope-up with involuntary actions and ran like a river over his hand.

'WHAT.DID.YOU.SAID!!!' his stubbornness in the prohibition of letting out anger was gone through cracking. Though he knows her words are a sequel to the intoxication she undertakes, he forcibly forgets that since he had never heard these words from her.

'Hey notorious, come on. Insert you in me.' by now, her intoxication successfully reached a stage in which it could quickly bring out illusions for her, which made Sagun to Aziz within her exasperated view.

Breaking his created-on-own shutters, he raged towards her, bent down so that he was at a perfect distance for his hands to rage her, and accelerated an enormous slap that could end her ears ring its default tone, which was a usual benefit of a thunder-like slap.

As he out busted his rage at one stroke, he went into sudden tiredness, alarming him his body condition been to his age, and he was unstoppable in resting on the bed.

Spending the next few stress-free minutes in absolute patience and silence, he charged himself to up bring his normality so that he was gained enough energy to skim her, the new output of his anger.

Providing him better-than-all-shocks just now he overcame, Ananda was lying in inertia, with her head resting not on the dusty floor but on her released, hot, wet and thickening of external factors BLOOD, which he unexpected.