I was running down the road, his ghostly spirit dogs right on my heels. They barked madly, their snarls promising to rip my flesh apart if they caught me. I didn't dare stop—I just kept sprinting. My dupatta had already snagged and fallen somewhere behind me. Now I was down to my tight blouse and lehenga, the fabric hiked up in my fists as I fled. It was late evening, but the roads still buzzed with people. They stared at me in confusion, wondering why I was bolting like a madwoman, chased by nothing they could see. They couldn't spot those massive spirit hounds—twice the size of any earthly dog, their throbbing 12-inch cocks swinging hard between their legs as they pursued me. No one heard their lust-hungry growls except me. Kaal had unleashed them, that 30-year-old tantric master of black magic, utterly obsessed with claiming me.

I bolted straight toward his practice cave—the only place he could call them off. Panting harder, I reached it at last. The heavy stone door yawned open, left that way on purpose because he knew I'd come running to him.

I dashed inside, but the dogs pounced. One sank its ethereal fangs into my lehenga, shredding the cloth with savage jerks. The fabric tore free, leaving me stumbling and crashing naked to the cold cave floor—well, almost naked. No bra or panties clung to my skin; those had vanished long ago, no matter how many I bought. I knew Kaal stole them, using my own scent-soaked lingerie to train his spectral beasts to torment my body in ways that drove me insane.

One dog clamped its jaws around my ankle, yanking hard and flipping me onto my back. The other loomed over me, its glowing red eyes locking onto mine. Breathless, I stared up as it lowered its massive head. I squeezed my eyes shut tight. Its teeth gripped the plunging neckline of my blouse at my heaving cleavage, ripping the thin fabric apart in one brutal tug. Buttons flew; the blouse sailed across the cave, leaving my full tits bouncing free, nipples already stiff from terror and unwanted heat.

The dogs growled low, positioning themselves. The one between my thighs shoved my legs wide, its rough, ghostly tongue lashing straight onto my exposed pussy. It dragged over my slick folds, spearing into my clit with harsh, relentless strokes.

"Ahh!" I hissed, hips bucking against the fiery invasion.

The dog above me slobbered over my neck, trailing hot saliva down my chest to circle one aching nipple, then sucking it deep into its maw with wet, gnawing pulls.

I thrashed, trying to snap my thighs shut and shove the beast off my tits. But invisible bindings snapped tight around my wrists and ankles, pinning me spread-eagle. Kaal's black magic at work. The lower dog sank its teeth lightly into my swollen pussy lips, tugging and grinding as its tongue fucked deeper.

"Ahh, please... slower!" I begged, voice cracking. As if the spirit cared. The one on my chest chomped down on my nipple—not breaking skin, but stinging with exquisite pain that shot straight to my core.

I whipped my head toward the shadows. "Kaal!" I gasped.

“What did I do now?” I asked, breathing hard.

A flicker of light pierced the gloom, revealing his sharp features. Dressed head to toe in black, he rose slowly and stalked toward me, settling on his haunches near my head. His dark eyes bored into mine. " you dared let someone touch you again," he murmured, voice like velvet over steel.

"No, I didn't!" I panted, the relentless pussy-licking building pressure in my gut.

"Yes, you did."

"No! I was at a ladies' function today—no men anywhere!"

"And who said I meant men?" His lips curled.

I gaped at him, teetering on the edge. The dogs' tongues battered my clit and nipples without mercy.

"Those women touched you," he snarled. "Brushed your arm. Leaned in close. No one touches what's mine."

I opened my mouth to protest, but his hand shot out, fingers vise-tight around my throat, choking off my air. "No one lays a finger on you except me and my ghosts. Not even women. You're ours."

"Ahhhh!" My body seized, pussy clenching as orgasm ripped through me, juices gushing over the dog's devouring tongue.

"Don't stop," Kaal commanded his beasts. "Eat her through it. Punish her for disobeying us." They obeyed instantly, tongues plunging faster, fangs nipping my throbbing clit and pebbled nipples as my legs quaked violently.

Kaal released my neck and melted back into the shadows.

"Kaal! I won't do it again—I swear, no one will touch me, not even ladies! Please, stop them!" I begged, heaving for breath as the overload of pleasure bordered on agony. It felt too good, too intense; I needed a second to recover.

"They won't," he replied coldly from the dark. "This is your punishment."

The dogs switched places in a blur, the fresh one diving between my legs to slurp up my squirting cum, while the other mauled my tits with sloppy, biting licks.

"Ahhhh!" I screamed, body convulsing as another brutal orgasm crashed over me, then another, waves of ecstasy shattering me endlessly.

"I hate you, Kaal!" I screamed—but deep down, the words rang false. I didn't hate him. God, I was starting to crave this torment more than I'd ever admit.

This is the story of Naina, a 20-year-old girl. She chose to marry early because she believed she had found the love of her life and wanted to settle down with him.

But she didn’t know that her fate had already been claimed by someone else—someone who had been watching her, someone for whom she was the love of his life. And he was not going to lose her at any cost.

He was none other than Kaal, a 60-year-old tantric— but still looks like in his 30ths-he had been practicing black magic since childhood. he was ready to use that power to bind his only love to him forever… whether she wanted it or not.

Who was Kaal? Why was he so dangerously obsessed with Naina? And how far would he go to make her his?

To find out, read on…

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