Midnight

Raymond woke to the sounds.

At first they were only soft — a low, broken moan, then the wet slap of skin against skin. He lay still in the dark of the Hounds’ rented room, listening. The noises came from the thin wall to his left, the small side chamber the two women had taken.

Another moan, higher this time. Then a deeper, rougher voice, unmistakably Chandrakala’s.

Raymond rose without a sound, crossed the cold floorboards, and stopped at the narrow gap where the poorly fitted door of the side room met the frame. The single candle inside threw a strip of yellow light across the floor.

He saw them clearly.

Maha was on her hands and knees on the narrow bed, completely bare. Her petite body looked even smaller without clothes — slim back arched, modest soft breasts swaying with every movement, the neat curve of her ass lifted high. Chandrakala knelt behind her, equally naked, one strong hand gripping Maha’s narrow hip. Between Chandrakala’s legs a thick, hard 7-inch cock glistened, sliding in and out of Maha with steady, heavy thrusts.

Raymond was shocked when he saw Chandrakala’s cock. He knew and had heard that futas exist, but he was watching one now—and it was pounding the person he believed was his sister, Maha.

The wet slap of Chandrakala’s hips against Maha’s ass filled the small room.

Maha’s face was turned to the side, large eyes half-lidded, mouth open. Soft, helpless sounds left her throat with every thrust. Her small fingers clutched the blanket.

“Yes— fuck me— aaahhhh—” Her voice caught as Chandrakala’s next thrust went deeper. “In my ass— like this— please—”

Chandrakala pulled out just long enough to shift, then pressed the thick head against Maha’s tight rear entrance and pushed in with one slow, relentless stroke. Maha’s whole body shuddered. A long, open-mouthed moan tore from her as the 7-inch length sank into her ass. Chandrakala did not give her time to adjust; she started pounding at once, deep and steady, hips smacking against Maha’s soft cheeks.

“That’s it,” Chandrakala growled, one hand reaching under to pinch and roll Maha’s small nipples while she fucked her. “Take it. Let him hear how much you need this.”

Maha could only moan in answer, forehead pressed to the mattress, ass raised, the petite frame rocking forward with every hard thrust. The candlelight caught the sheen of sweat on her back and the way her soft breasts moved beneath her. Her voice had lost every trace of the controlled, headstrong tone she used in daylight.

Raymond stood in the darkness outside the door and watched, silent, while Chandrakala claimed the girl who had once called him brother — deep in her ass, relentless, and completely unashamed.

The wet sounds and Maha’s broken moans continued long into the night.