~The Chellams: Part 1~

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Disclaimer: The Chellams is a limited  'in-story' series that will be progressing parallely with the main storyline.  Nothing relevant to the main story line is included in this hence there is no problem if you opt to skip this in story series. Everything that will be published under the label THE CHELLAMS is purely plotless smut.

This in-story series is suitable ONLY for adults since it contains vivid sexual scenes and graphic descriptions- a small gift to the adults reading this story. 

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Madhav thought for a while and said "You know, this isn't the only bedroom in this apartment, there's 2 more bedrooms and there's a living room, a kitchen and a dining-"

"Is that going to be a problem for you?"

"The only problem is that we have a few hours to sleep and there's a flight we need to catch at 7:00AM." Madhav adds. "We're leaving for our honeymoon photoshoot at Bali, and the day after we're taking a cruise to Maldives for the real honeymoon."

"We have no time to waste then!" she adds. Madhav smirks as he opens the drawer to retrieve the box of contraceptives he kept. "Can't we do it without that! I won't mind getting pregnant."

"Yes, but it's difficult to raise a baby with only one sane parent." He whispers, undoing his towel and he crawls to her in the bed, kissing her navel. "Also, I can't get enough of you. What enchantment have you cast upon me, temptress? Speak! Speak before your glorious king!"

"I haven't done anything, your highness. I am a mere commoner who sells fabric in the market for a living. I know no spell nor sorcery." Shree whispers as she feels his lips trace southward from her navel. A cold-blooded shiver runs down her spine as he spreads her legs apart and places a kiss at her clitoris. "Lest, all I did was cast the same enchantment you casted on me, my king. Apparently, you seem to-"

Shree moaned loud feeling his tongue brush against her clit. "I should stop talking right?"

He shakes his head as she caresses his damp hair. "Oh my god, you need an award for being so good." She tilts her head back until her forehead was pressed to the soft feathery mattress.


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Shree wakes up fifteen minutes to six, on the black sofa in the living room, with a warm blanket covering her. She notices Madhav, wearing a black shirt and a pair of jeans. He places two cups of coffee on the coffee table and notices her rubbing her eyes.

"Good morning!" he greets cheerfully and is greeted with a yawn.

"Good morning" Shree says sitting up, crossing her arms around her chest as she meekly tries to cover herself with the blanket. "Oh my god I'm so tired."

"You ought to be! We finished up the entire Durex box last night." Madhav says as he sits beside her and gives her the coffee.

"How aren't you tired? You look like you had a peaceful sleep for 8 hours. Straight!" she says as she takes the cup and starts drinking the coffee. Madhav sips his coffee as he drinks in the sight of Shree. The curtains were opened, and the sun's golden rays fell upon her, making her look like a statue carved of gold. Her hair was freed of the bun and the flowers that were around her bun are now hanging on the messy strands of her hair. Her eyes looked red as the small bite marks on her breasts which were exposed to his sight. The blanket had somehow dropped down to her waist. Her mangalsutra rested on top of her right breast.

"This should be at the center and equidistant to both the breasts." Madhav says as he places the mangalsutra properly in between her breasts. Shree nods as she drinks the coffee. He smiles as his rough calloused thumb teasingly strokes her nipple. "You are absolutely and most remarkably cute, Shree."

"I know." Shree says as she keeps the cup on the coffee table. "What's for breakfast? I want breakfast!"

"And I want you, again." He whispers as he holds her breast in his palm.

"I'm hungry though! For actual edible food, Madhav!" she exclaims as his hand vanishes under the blanket.

"I'll make you some pancakes as you shower but let this devotee please his goddess once more." Madhav says as he begins to stimulate her with his long fingers and his devilish grin.

Madhav tosses the blanket away and she leans forward. He enthusiastically grabbed her lips, kissing her lips passionately, pushing her back to the sofa. Shree let her tongue invade his mouth, savoring the taste of coffee and mint toothpaste that predominated his mouth. Her bare back arches, a high-pitched moan erupting from her as Madhav inserts a second finger inside her vagina. Shree closes her eyes as he starts to play her like a gifted violinist.

Each stroke on her chord is met with a matching muffled whimper from her. Her hands hold his hair as he sinks down to claim her breast in his mouth. She gasps louder and louder, her heart beating erratically, as he tugs and sucks at her nipple with his teeth, as he starts to move his fingers mimicking The Flight of the Bumblebees by a famous Russian composer.

Her eyes opened for a minute as she felt being freed of the assault on her lips and her breast.

"I found the ambrosia of the Gods." He whispers looking at her moist petals with glistening eyes. Shree moans feeling his cold tongue against her inner thigh. "I'll be back in a minute. Until that keep thinking about me."

He walks into the room and a few minutes later he walks out, naked with a condom rolled up his long thick manhood. He sits on his knees near the sofa and places her slender legs on his strong shoulders. Shree moans as he places lingering kisses from her knee to her inner thigh. She whimpers just as Madhav claims the petal-soft fold her glistening womanhood, licking and sucking, eventually making her moan out his name loud so the whole apartment could know his name for the twelfth time since they moved in.

He stands, securing her legs around his waist and holds her sweaty face in his hands. "Why is it so fucking hard to resist you?" He leans down to kiss her and she moans against his mouth as she feels his manhood slither into her soft voluptuousness. She yanked him closer by the hair and started to feel every line, every muscle and every neuron in his being. He worked a slow rhythm and decided to maintain it, albeit her continued requests to speed up the pace. "I'm saving it for Maldives. When we are done with the honeymoon photoshoot in Bali, I'll take you to the best hotel in Maldives, I'll make love to you until you scream, start breathing heavily, and until the bed breaks. I'll satisfy every fantasy you have and go in the fastest and maddest pace I can."

"I want you to fuck me in a bathtub, sir." She whispers. "Fuck me roughly and mercilessly with the wildest maddening pace you can go in."

He stopped in between his thrusts surprised. "How did I classify you in the angelic department?"

"Shall I fix a bathtub appointment with you in Maldives, sir?"

"Yes, Ms. Prasad." He says as he tweaks her nipple as he thrusts moderately. "Remind me to fuck this naughty chellam in the bathtub, as soon as we get to the hotel. I hope to tie this naughty wretched chellam to the bed and fuck her in the fastest pace possible. I'm going to teach this impatient little minx some patience because she doesn't know what dying means yet. She will know what it is with me holding the reigns."

"I am not going to be as gentle as I used to." He whispered saucily into her ear as he kissed her earlobe. "Understood?"

She managed to nod between moans as she ruptured into a million pieces.


To be continued....

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