The canopy above was a dense weave of emerald and gold, the sunlight struggling to pierce the thick layer of prehistoric foliage. Katty moved with the silent, desperate grace of a panther, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The forest floor was a treacherous carpet of rotting leaves and protruding roots, yet she barely felt them. Her ears were tuned to a frequency of illicit whispers and the rhythmic rustle of the brush.
"Shit, I don't even know where they went," she hissed under her breath, a bead of sweat tracing a path down her slender neck. She had been wandering aimlessly for minutes until a sound, a wet, rhythmic friction accompanied by a low, gutteral groan—sliced through the chirping of the cicadas.
She froze. Taking cautious, light steps, she crept toward a wall of thick ferns. Slowly, she parted the leaves, her green eyes widening as the scene crystallized before her.
Fuyu lay sprawled on a bed of soft moss, his leaf skirt cast aside, exposing his pale, hard form to the dappled light. Lara was positioned over him, her back arched, her hands gripping his fully erect member with a fierce, possessive intensity. Katty felt her breath hitch in her throat. She had seen her father and brother in various states of undress, but this was different. This was Adbhut—amazing and terrifying all at once.
Lara had tied her hair back with a vine, her face set in a mask of primal focus. She wasn't just touching him; she was working with a rhythmic, aggressive speed, her hands sliding the sheath of skin back and forth with a slick, audible squelch. Then, Lara leaned down. Her wet, pink tongue emerged, diligently licking the crown of his dick before she took the entire head into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with a desperate hunger.
"She is doing it..." Katty whispered to the shadows, her face flushing a deep, bruised crimson. "Just like Mother did that day."
The memory of spying on her parents flashed through Katty's mind—a memory she usually buried in shame. But seeing it here, with people her own age, transformed the shame into a burning, electric curiosity. Her thighs clenched involuntarily, rubbing against one another. The friction sent a jolt of heat straight to her core, making her toes curl into the dirt.
Katty's hand, acting on an instinct she didn't fully understand, slipped beneath her own wet leaf skirt. She found the soft, sensitive flesh between her legs and began to rub, her fingers mimicking the frantic pace of Lara's hands. Previously, the sight of her parents had made her feel an urgent need to urinate—a confusing, bodily rejection of the taboo. But now, as she watched Lara spit onto Fuyu's shaft to lubricate the friction, Katty felt a surging current that was purely, dangerously female.
Her breathing became shallow, turning into short, quick huffs that she had to muffle with her free hand. She watched Lara diligently lick the shaft clean, only to spit again, the act appearing both disgusting and intoxicatingly alluring.
"My Lord," Katty thought, her mind reeling. "Lara... she looks like a dog, so obedient to his pleasure. Why does she look so happy doing something so foul?"
The climax came with a sudden, violent tension. Fuyu's body jerked, his back arching off the moss as the white fluid burst forth. Without hesitating, Lara leaned in, catching the spray in her mouth and swallowing with a visible gulp. She smiled at him, a look of triumph and shared secrecy on her face, before licking him clean one last time.
As they began to dress, Katty saw a single, glistening drop of the essence fall from Lara's lips, landing on the dark earth. Lara wiped herself with a broad leaf, her movements efficient and practiced.
Panic flared in Katty's chest. "I have to go. Now!" She turned and sneaked back through the undergrowth, her legs feeling heavy and strange, a thick wetness coating her inner thighs.
When Katty emerged from the treeline, she found Manu still splashing in the river. She felt a profound sense of duality; she was still the "finest material" in the marriage market, yet she was now a woman carrying a heavy, fishy-smelling secret.
"Oh, you've returned, Katty! What took you so long?" Manu shouted, wading toward her. "I was about to go looking for you all."
Katty forced a smile, though her heart was still thudding. "Oh, nothing, Manu. Lara and Fuyu were looking for mushrooms. I thought of helping them, but then I remembered you were waiting for me to play, so I decided to come back."
Manu beamed, his ego bolstered by her supposed preference for his company. "Oh, really? I see!"
Katty didn't wait for further questions. She walked straight into the river with her clothes on, the cold water a shock to her heated skin. She began to scrub herself vigorously, desperate to wash away the scent of her own arousal and the mental image of Lara's tongue.
"Wait, Katty!" Manu called out. "WHAT?" she snapped, her nerves frayed.
"You said they were looking for mushrooms... but there aren't any mushrooms here. Fuyu knows that. We've looked a hundred times."
Katty's heart nearly stopped. She bit her lip, her mind racing for a lie. "Oh... yeah... probably that's why they returned!" she said, pointing toward the forest edge just as Fuyu and Lara emerged.
Lara looked ruffled, her hair slightly messy, but her expression was one of satisfied calm. Fuyu was as unreadable as ever.
"Did you guys find any mushrooms?" Manu hollered.
"No," Fuyu replied simply. The exchange was brief, the lie accepted by Manu's simple mind.
"Katty, come out," Lara called, her voice regaining its elder-sister authority. "We need to head back. Mother and Aunt will be worrying."
As the girls walked back toward the village, Katty stayed several paces behind, her eyes burning into the back of Lara's head. She felt a new, simmering resentment—and a dangerous spark of competition.
Back in the field, Fuyu and Manu returned to the soil. The silence between them was filled by the voice of Vasana, echoing in Fuyu's mind with a sharp, mocking edge.
"You said you wouldn't put anything above your goal," the spirit teased. "You said playing around was a waste. And yet, the moment she touched you, your 'will' dissolved like salt in the rain. You are a slave to your own flesh, Fuyu."
Fuyu shoved a planting stick into the earth with more force than necessary. "Yes, it's true," he admitted to the spirit. "The feeling was... beyond words. But I realized something during that encounter. Every woman counts. The energy, even if it isn't a full mating, is a start."
"Is it?" Vasana asked. "Tell me, boy, do you think you can just use Lara over and over? Do you think you've found a loophole in the law of Karma?"
"Can I?" Fuyu asked. "Can I just mate with one woman multiple times to open the Nadis?"
"You could," Vasana replied, her voice turning cold and clinical. "If you have hundreds of years to spare. With every encounter with the same female, the energy exchange diminishes. Her essence becomes 'known' to your body, and the friction of the soul lessens. One woman can never provide the variety of vibrations needed to shatter the seventy-two thousand channels. To gain the power to destroy mountains, you need the world, not just a sister."
Fuyu wiped the sweat from his eyes, looking toward the horizon where the more "modern" worlds supposedly lay. The task seemed impossible. He was a boy with no Kuri, no status, and an insatiable hunger for power.
"I have no option," Fuyu sighed internally. "I have to find a way to mate with multiple women. If the price is Kuri, I will find it. If the price is blood, I will spill it."
As he worked, his mind began to weave a new web. He thought of Nula's protective warmth, Susan's elegant neglect, and now, Katty's hidden green eyes. He didn't know she had been watching, but he could feel the shift in the air. The village was no longer just a home; it was a hunting ground, and he was the only one who knew the rules of the game.
The walk back to the hut is silent, but Katty is vibrating with the need to talk to Lara about what she saw—or perhaps use it as leverage.