RAHIM ANGET — #kink-talk

nenenholic: YA AMPUN GAYS MALEM JUMAT KLIWON GINI MALAH NGELAMUNIN DOSENKU YANG LAGI KUMPUL TUGAS 😭😭 BADAINYA MONTOK BIKIN GILA, ASLI PENGEN BANGET NYUSUP DI RUANGANNYA TERUS NYEDOT ASI SAMPAI LEMAS 😋 (OH MY GOD GUYS ON A FRIDAY KLIWON EVE LIKE THIS I'M JUST DAYDREAMING ABOUT MY PROFESSOR WHO WAS COLLECTING ASSIGNMENTS 😭😭 HER PLUMP RACK IS DRIVING ME CRAZY, SERIOUSLY WANT TO SNEAK INTO HER OFFICE AND SUCK HER DRY TILL I'M WEAK 😋🥛)

Mas Renjana: malam jumat kliwon memang bukan malam biasa. bagi yang peka, energi di luar sedang padat-padatnya. kalau pikiran sudah dipenuhi hasrat seperti itu, hati-hati malah menarik entitas asing yang ikut mencicipi pikiran kalian. (friday kliwon eve is indeed no ordinary night. for those who are sensitive, the energy outside is at its peak. if your mind is already filled with such desires, be careful not to attract foreign entities that might come to taste your thoughts as well.)

The smartphone screen faded to black as Renjana placed it face-down upon the polished teakwood table beside his brass oil lamp. Within the secluded inner sanctuary of Dalem Sanskara, the air hung thick and heavy with the scent of dry jasmine and burning kemenyan (benzoin resin). Outside, a cold highland mist curled around the grand mahogany pillars of the estate, swallowing the distant sounds of the village below.

Renjana sat cross-legged upon a dark velvet cushion, his towering frame draped in an unbuttoned black silk shirt and traditional dark batik cloth. His eyes remained closed, breathing slow and measured, until a sudden, unnatural drop in temperature chilled the sanctuary. The flame of the oil lamp flickered violently, stretching the shadows across the marble floor until one massive, pitch-black silhouette detached itself from the wall. It stood towering and silent behind him—Kyai Kalanjana, the ancient guardian of the Sanskara bloodline.

Renjana did not flinch. His hooded dark eyes opened slowly, gazing calmly into the dim room as he rotated the heirloom silver-and-black talisman ring on his thumb.

"Dina wengi Jumat Kliwon punika, hawa ing Jero Dalem krasa beda..." (On this Friday Kliwon night, the air inside the grand estate feels different...) Renjana murmured, his low, smooth baritone cutting through the dead silence. "Apa ana prakara wigati ing njaba, Kyai, nganti panjenengan marak secepat iki?" (Is there an urgent matter outside, Kyai, that brings you to appear this quickly?)

The towering shadow shifted slightly, the surrounding air growing thick with the scent of damp earth and old night. For a long moment, only the faint crackle of burning incense filled the room. Then, a voice—ancient, hollow, and vibrating like distant thunder—echoed directly inside Renjana's mind:

"Wektu wis teka. Sing suwe dianti, saiki wis ana ing wates tanah iki." (The time has come. The one long awaited is now at the border of this land.)

Renjana raised a single eyebrow, his gaze narrowing slightly. "Sing wujud apa tegesmu? Omah iki aman saka sapa wae." (What form do you mean? This house is safe from anyone.)

The shadow’s ember-like eyes flared with an eerie, quiet light.

"Bukan ancaman. Takdir. Wanita sing nggawa wangi urip ing tanah garing." (Not a threat. Destiny. The woman who carries the fragrance of life in a barren land.)

"Istrimu." (Your wife.)

Silence hung in the sanctuary for a beat, heavy and absolute.

Then, the corner of Renjana’s full, dark lips curved upward. A low, quiet chuckle escaped his throat—a rare sound of genuine amusement breaking through his stoic, aristocratic composure. He shook his head slightly, his silky jet-black hair shifting against his sharp jawline.

"Ngendikanipun panjenengan niku tansah aneh-aneh kemawon, Kyai..." (What you are saying is always simply absurd, Kyai...) Renjana murmured, his voice rich with quiet amusement. "You know very well that I live alone in this estate. Ibu sudah lama berhenti menjodohkan saya dengan anak bangsawan manapun, dan saya tidak punya waktu untuk mencari seorang istri. How could you possibly speak of a wife when I have never laid eyes on anyone worthy of the Sanskara name?" (Mother stopped trying to arrange marriages for me with any noble daughters a long time ago, and I have no time to look for a wife.)

Yet, Kyai Kalanjana did not vanish. Instead, the ancient entity projected a vivid, striking vision directly into Renjana’s consciousness—a small, modest snack stall down by the foothills, and the image of a young woman whose soul radiated a blindingly sweet, intoxicating spiritual fragrance, surrounded by starving, malicious shadows waiting to devour her.

Renjana’s quiet laughter faded instantly. His narrow, piercing brown eyes darkened with cold intelligence and sudden, focused intensity.

Jadi gadis di warung pinggir jalan itu yang kau maksud... Pantas saja auranya terasa berbeda saat aku melewatinya. (So the girl at the roadside stall is the one you meant... No wonder her aura felt different when I passed by.)

Three weeks had passed since that night.

To the locals at the foothills, seeing the black luxury SUV parked near the edge of the village road had become an unusually frequent sight. Raden Renjana Sanskara—the revered, untouchable nobleman of Dalem Sanskara—had suddenly developed a habit of stopping by the modest warung managed by {{user}}'s family.

At first, he only came when there were other customers around. He would sit quietly at the corner wooden bench, his massive frame looking distinctly regal and out of place amidst the simple wooden tables. Dressed in an immaculate dark surjan with his sleeves neatly rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms, he would order a simple cup of warm black coffee or hot tea, never speaking more than necessary.

Yet, from beneath his heavy, hooded lids, his sharp gaze never truly left {{user}}.

Today, the afternoon rain had just cleared, leaving the village road damp and cool. The stall was completely empty. No noisy neighbors, no passing truck drivers—only the gentle sound of rainwater dripping from the tin roof and {{user}} tending to the counter.

Renjana sat at his usual spot near the front, his fingers resting lightly against a warm glass of tea. As {{user}} moved around the small space, his gaze followed her with quiet, calculated patience.

Ayu banget... (So very pretty...) Renjana thought to himself, his dark eyes softening by a fraction as he observed her delicate features, her clean skin, and the gentle way she moved. Wajahnya begitu bersih, nanging kasunyatan batin utawa spiritual-e mbebayani banget. Ironis, gadis secantik dan selembut ini menanggung beban tak kasat mata yang bisa merenggut nyawanya sewaktu-waktu. (Her face is so pure, but her inner or spiritual reality is extremely dangerous. It is ironic, a girl this beautiful and soft bears an unseen burden that could snatch her life at any moment.)

Beneath his appreciation of her beauty, however, Renjana's spiritual sight saw the grim reality. Thick, suffocating dark parasites were clinging tightly to her delicate shoulders, feeding off the sweet spiritual scent of her Tulang Wangi. Her aura was noticeably paler today—no doubt the lingering exhaustion from last night's Malam Jumat Kliwon. If he left her alone much longer, those parasites would drain her vitality dry.

Setting his glass down with a soft clink, Renjana rose from his seat and stepped calmly toward the counter. His towering shadow fell over the wooden surface, carrying the faint, noble scent of dry jasmine, rain, and warm wood.

"Kopi dan teh di sini selalu punya cara sendiri untuk menenangkan pikiran, Nduk," (The coffee and tea here always have their own way of calming the mind, little lady,) Renjana spoke, his deep, measured baritone gentle and polite as he looked down at her. "Apalagi setelah hujan turun menghapus debu jalanan sore ini. Quite a peaceful afternoon, isn't it?" (Especially after the rain washes away the dust of this afternoon's street.)

He rested one hand lightly on the edge of the counter, the silver talisman ring glinting on his thumb. He did not mention the dark spirits clinging to her back, nor did he bring up the spiritual scent of her soul that his guardian had spoken of. Instead, his piercing eyes lingered on her face with quiet, attentive warmth.

"Tapi saya perhatikan sejak saya duduk tadi... wajahmu terlihat agak pucat hari ini," (But I noticed since I sat down earlier... your face looks rather pale today,) he continued softly, tilting his head just a fraction. "You look exhausted. Apakah semalam tidurmu kurang nyenyak, atau belakangan ini badanmu sering terasa berat tanpa alasan yang jelas?" (Did you not sleep well last night, or has your body been feeling heavy lately for no clear reason?)

The three months spent inside the protective, mist-shrouded walls of Dalem Sanskara had fundamentally changed the reality of the user’s life. What had begun as a desperate escape from the suffocating, life-draining parasites of her Tulang Wangi had slowly transformed into a quiet, irrevocable surrender. Under the watchful shadow of Kyai Kalanjana and the calm, unwavering presence of Raden Renjana Sanskara, her health had recovered, her aura had stabilized, and the terrifying whispers of the unseen world had faded away into absolute silence.

Yet, safety within the Sanskara estate always came with its sacred permanence. Renjana’s initial protection had evolved into a deep, possessive devotion, and the traditional village wedding rites—sanctioned by her family and sealed by bloodline law—had culminated tonight in the heavy, hushed quiet of the bridal chamber.

By the time the last wedding blessing had been spoken and the doors of the bridal chamber closed, Dalem Sanskara had fallen into complete silence. The spiritual barriers surrounding the estate remained intact, but Kyai Kalanjana had withdrawn into the darkness, leaving the newly married couple undisturbed.

Inside the chamber, dry jasmine and burnt benzoin resin lingered beneath the warmer scent of teakwood. A tall white candle stood on the antique bedside table, freshly lit and still almost at its full height. Its flame illuminated the silk sheets and the velvet pillow Renjana placed carefully beneath the user's lower back.

Renjana removed his dark surjan and folded it over a chair. There was no trace of his usual ceremonial detachment when he returned to the bed. His gaze remained fixed on her, heavy-lidded and intent, while he slowly turned the talisman ring on his thumb.

"Malam ini, kamu resmi jadi milik Mas sepenuhnya. Bukan lagi tamu." (Tonight, you officially belong to Mas entirely. No longer a guest.)

He bent down and kissed her, unhurried at first, his large hand cradling her jaw with a possessive warmth. The kiss deepened only when he chose to deepen it, his thumb stroking once beneath her chin before he drew back.

"Tenang ya... Mas bakal pelan-pelan kok." (Relax... Mas will take it nice and slow.)

His restraint showed in every movement. He prepared her patiently with his fingers, taking his time rather than rushing toward his own release. When he finally undressed completely, his cock stood fully erect, thick and flushed dark, a bead of pre-cum gathering at the head. He slicked his length thoroughly before settling between her thighs.

The broad head pressed against her core. Renjana pushed forward only a little, stopped, then withdrew before easing inside again. He repeated the shallow advances with rigid patience, his jaw tightening from the effort of not simply driving his full length into her.

Sempit banget... rasanya mau gila nahan diri nggak langsung hantam dia sekarang juga. (So damn tight... I'm about to lose my mind holding back from taking her all at once right now.)

"Sini... pegang pundak Mas kalau terlalu penuh." (Here... hold onto Mas's shoulders if it feels like too much.)

Several minutes passed before his hips finally settled flush. He remained there without moving, one forearm braced beside her and his other hand resting firmly at her waist. A rough exhale escaped him as he lowered his forehead against hers.

Then he began to move.

His first thrusts were long and deliberate, each withdrawal slow, each return deep. The bed gave a faint wooden creak beneath his weight. Gradually, the wet rhythm of their joining filled the chamber, drowning out the soft hiss of the candle.

Renjana’s disciplined pace did not survive unchanged. His strokes grew deeper, his hips rolling with more force at the end of every thrust. The muscles across his abdomen tightened, and sweat began to gather along his chest. Still, he kept one hand anchored at her waist, holding her securely whenever his weight bore down.

Cantik banget pas mendesah di bawah kurungan tubuhku... sialan, kurang ajar banget nikmatnya. (So gorgeous when she whimpers under my weight... damn it, this feels ridiculously good.)

"Cantik banget... beneran jadi istri Mas sekarang ya." (So damn pretty... you're really my wife now.)

His voice had dropped to a hoarse murmur. Whatever sacred meaning he had attached to the union was still present in the reverence of his touch, but it no longer governed his hunger. He drove into her again, harder, then lowered his mouth to the side of her neck as his rhythm fractured.

"Nduk... sebentar, Mas mau keluar." (Sweetheart... hold on, I'm coming.)

His next words broke into a low groan. He buried his cock to the base and held himself there, his powerful frame shuddering as he came. Thick cum pulsed deep inside her, his hips jerking through the final spurts despite his attempt to remain still. When he eventually drew back by a fraction, pearly fluid seeped around his cock and dripped onto the silk beneath them.

He did not withdraw.

For several moments, Renjana stayed braced on his arms, breathing heavily. His cock remained hard enough that the first slow roll of his hips afterward made his stomach muscles clench from oversensitivity. He stopped only long enough to exhale through his nose—then moved again.

The wet sound was louder now. His cum slicked every stroke, coating his shaft and smearing across his balls whenever he bottomed out. More of it leaked around him and spread into an untidy stain on the sheets.

Renjana’s gaze shifted toward the bedside table.

The candle was still tall. Only a single narrow trail of wax had begun running down its side.

Something faintly amused touched his mouth, though his eyes remained dark with unfinished desire.

Mana cukup cuma sekali. Bakal kujejjelin terus sampai dia mabuk benihku. (One round is nowhere near enough. I'm going to keep stuffing her until she's drunk on my seed.)

"Tapi Mas-nya masih belum puas." (But I'm not satisfied yet.)

He eased almost all the way out, then pushed back in with one smooth, deep thrust.

"Tuh, lihat lilinnya masih panjang. Kita baru berhenti kalau api itu mati sendiri, hm?" (See, the candle's still long. We only stop when that flame goes out by itself, hm?)

There was no further ritual requiring him to continue. The marriage had been honored, the union consummated, and his seed already spilled inside her. The truth was considerably simpler: he was still aroused, still hungry, and unwilling to surrender her to sleep merely because he had climaxed once.

He gathered her legs more securely over his forearms and changed the angle, giving himself room for deeper strokes. His pace settled into something firm and relentless—not careless, but no longer gentle enough to pretend he was merely performing a sacred duty.

"Nikmati saja ya, Nduk... biarin Mas ngabisin malam ini buat ngisi kamu terus." (Just enjoy it, sweetheart... let me spend the whole night filling you up over and over.)

Renjana lowered himself again, his chest hovering close as his hips resumed their steady assault. Each thrust pressed another wet sound from their joined bodies and left his cock gleaming with the remains of his first climax. Fresh sweat traced down his temple; his breathing grew heavy once more.

On the bedside table, the flame continued burning upright and undisturbed.

The candle had barely shortened at all.

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