Chapter 109 - Kasma

"So how do you like southerners?" Tissa asked, groping the plump bosoms, soft as the petals of a flower. His blues eyes were brimming with lust.  He envied Griva, the bald beast, for enjoying them, too. But it was worth it. Once he seized the control of Garuna, he would take back every single penny he had spent on this mission. 

"They are really passionate lovers as rumors say, Your highness, " Vasantasena replied, bruising away her silky black hair away from her soul-enslaving face, thus tempting the prince, infamous for his carnal desires, to eat away his cherry red lips. 

She could see the bulge underneath his thin nightdress, growing bigger and bigger. How easy it was to control these men! The Vish-Kanya sneered in her mind. She could see the envy in Atlantian lusty eyes. She had asked Sakuni at their meeting why the old man was backing this fool. But like always, he refused to share his so-called grand plans with her. As though they were not already apparent. Tissa had become his puppet while Princess Grace was a wild tigress, untamed, and too wise to fool.   

"You mean Griva.  I highly doubt he is more than boar." Tissa said pinching the nipples hard. He knew the city bride was teasing him. However, he hated it when a woman praised another man in his arm. And he would see to it tonight that the city bride never dared to do so again.

Vasantsena let out a suppressed moan. And Tissa's frown smoothened, as he moved his hand into the silky lehenga. The warm soft skin was already setting his cock  on fire. His fingers didn't linger in the luscious grassy field, they went straight to the warm wet cave, and plunged in.

"Now I'm really wondering how boar can be so deft pleasing a woman's vagina," Vasantasena asked, ignoring the tingling caused by the prince's two long fingers. "His fingers know where to brush, where to dig and where to tickle. Pardon this lowly city bride, prince, your fingers feel like wooden sticks."

Tissa's blood boiled up. He glared into the fish-like eyes, as he poked one more finger into the tight hole, and rummaged into wet folds. 

"You do like enraging this prince. " He said staring at the rosy face, "But let me warn you it will cost you dearly."

" This city bride doesn't fear. " Vasantasena said rolling her alluring eyes. It was too much for Tissa who was already burning. 

He pulled out his hand from the silk panty. 

"Then don't blame this prince later " He tore off the blouse which was restraining the cotton soft mounds, and his dextrous fingers hurriedly untied the lehenga strings. Soon the breathtaking beauty, the dream of thousands of young hearts of Minaak, was lying before him on the kingsize bed. 

Tissa jumped on the city bride like a hungry wolf. He hungrily devoured the coral lips, his tongue sucking the intoxicating syrup. Vasantasena's moans made him lose his sanity. When he had enough of the smallmouth, he started biting down the lips, making the alluring beauty scream in pain. Like a thirsty dog, Tissa licked down the blood that had oozed out of Vasntasena's lip. He looked into the brimming eyes and felt a little satisfied. And he resumed his pillaging, he ravaged the bosoms, sucking, licking, and bitting till they were hard as a rock. Vasanstasena moans, screams were egging him on. 

He sucked the lower lips so hard that they started to twitch. And then he poked his burning rod into wet valva, with a thrust. Vasantasena's let out a scream as her hands clenched the bedsheet tightly. 

Tissa felt her vagina wall contracting around her cock, as if trying to squeeze his strength. 

With his every thrust, Vasantasena was letting out a loud moan. Tissa continued pumping the most beautiful city bride of Minaak till he had no strength to move. 

He collapsed over the soft body of Vasantasena, panting like a racing horse.  Unaware of the yantra forming on his back on its own. 

Vasantsena remained motionless under his exhausted body. Her sweat-soaked body glistened in the pale light of moonstones. 

After a ghadi, She pushed snoring Tissa onto the bed and got up. Her perky bosoms were red as the setting sun.  Her silky hair had messed up. Her lower lip had swollen. Even so, her beauty hadn't lessened. 

"He is really a fiend. " She mumbled looking at Tissa, who was sleeping like a wooden log. "But now, this fiend is my pet. "  A smile bloomed on her devilish face. 

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The stadium where the contests would be held was outside of the city rampart. The ancient amphitheater with a capacity of more than fifty thousand was oval in shape.  Thirteen giant statues of various deities of Old Ways stood around the amphitheater-like watchmen.  The five-story structure was elaborately decorated with marble, stucco, and statuary. 

It was said in ancient times people from all over Varta used to come here for Inna's feast.  Some to participate and some to witness the wonder.

On the final day of the event, a grand temple used to emerge from the center of the stadium.  A golden temple with no statue or altar. The magsmen said the temple did have a statue of Inna (the sun)  made of ether, but only Mitras could see it. However, it was not the temple for which people used to travel thousands of yojans. Myths narrated that a group of nine heavenly beauties would walk out of the shrine, adorned in all sixteen adornments, and perform a divine dance.   

After watching their dance, the clouds showered down thier most treasured rain called Sudha-ras. It was said one who take shower in this mythical rain wouldn't be unhappy for the next twelve years. Many Nimohis collected this rainwater for medicinal purposes.  As to how much truth was in these myths, there was no knowing. 

But one thing was strange. Even in this era of spiritualists, Lord Oman would place thirteen large stones bowls at the thirteen statues in hope of the mythical rain. The fabled rain had never come. So after the end of each Inna's feast, the bowls were returned to the castle, empty. 

Tonight when Tissa was enjoying his royal stay in the inn with the city bride, Oman was putting the jade bowls as large as a bathtub by himself. Like always none was with him to help. The lord placed all the bowls at thier respective positions one by one. He was chanting something, his face was grim, and sweat dowsed.

After placing the bowls, he walked over to the center of the stadium. Oman gave a searching look to the silent stadium. The stars above him were eyeing him. 

A gust of wind came and he vanished in the thin air. 

The amphitheater remained silent for a while and after a ghadi, He appeared again on the very spot as if popped out of the earth.  He gave another searching glance at his surroundings and left. His hands were shaking like an old man. 

After Oman left, a stone stair got up like a man. It violently shook and twisted into an old man with long silvery hair. His eye was shining like jewels. 

The old man smiled and he too left limping. 

The old man was none other than Sakuni, the old raven. 

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Tomorrow was the commence of Inna's feast. So the school-pass-outs who hadn't got any academy or guild and come to Minaak were all very nervous. They were practicing their spirit arts in thier lodging, it was thier only chance to join a prestigious academy or a guild. Otherwise, they had to spend their life as mediocre, which was not a pleasant life in Varta. 

In Puskar Inn, a young man was sitting in lotus positions with his eyes closed.  His small chamber was rebranding with a divine sound oozing out of his body. The boy was completely naked with only underpants. A dragon's figure was glowing on his back.    The slowly passed and the figure grew brighter and brighter till the boy's body was lost into the white light. 

Suddenly the clouds appeared in the crystal clear sky and a flash of lightning thundered in the noiseless night. And it started raining heavily in Minaak. The lad continued sitting in his meditation pose unaware of these sudden changes. 

Similarly, In Night Pearl inn, a beautiful girl was standing on one leg with her two hands joined in Namaskar mudra above her head. 

Stranger yellow energy was gushing out of the earth underfoot and was rushing through his supple body. 

The maiden's green hair was flowing about her fine threads floating in the air. 

In Lavanya inn, Urvi was having a nightmare again. Her beautiful face dowsed with sweat, and cherry lips parched like Asharar thirsty land. 

As for Ishit, he was busy with his new Astra in the forge.  Viswa was helping him while watching him in amazement, with a look of sheer worship. 

"So this shape will give birth to consciousness," He asked. "Doesn't that mean geometrical figure has magical powers?"

"No, they don't have any powers. They just provide a path to all ready existing energy." Ishit explained.. He was forging his blade that he will use in the competition.