In the heart of an ancient Indian temple, a woman stood in all her glory. The dim light from the oil lamps illuminated her radiant brown skin and thick black hair that cascaded down her back. She was nude, her curves beckoning to the gods.
She was Shakti, a maiden of unparalleled beauty, and she awaited her lover, Krishna. As she heard his footsteps approaching, she turned to face him, her dark eyes sparkling with desire.
Krishna, a merchant’s son, had traveled far and wide, but none had captured his heart like Shakti. He approached her, his eyes drinking in her luscious form. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing to an ancient rhythm.
Shakti responded with equal fervor, her hands caressing his broad shoulders and muscular chest. She nibbled on his earlobe, eliciting a low groan from him. Krishna, in turn, trailed kisses down her neck, making her shiver with pleasure.
He reached for her breasts, cupping them gently and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Shakti arched her back, offering herself to him. Krishna, eager to please, took one taut nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Shakti moaned, her hands reaching for his firm buttocks.
Krishna then moved his kisses lower, down her flat stomach and towards her mound. He inhaled her scent, intoxicating and alluring. With a gentle flick of his tongue, he parted her folds, tasting her sweet nectar.
Shakti gasped, her hands reaching for his head, guiding him deeper. Krishna obliged, his tongue exploring every inch of her. He teased her clit, making her moan louder. He then plunged his tongue into her, making her cry out in ecstasy.
After she had climaxed, Krishna rose to his feet. He kissed her deeply, sharing her essence with her. Shakti tasted herself on his lips and smiled. She then reached for his cock, stroking it gently.
Krishna was rock hard, his cock throbbing with desire. Shakti, eager to please, guided him towards her entrance. Krishna, with a gentle thrust, entered her. They both moaned in pleasure, their bodies moving in harmony.
They changed positions, from missionary to doggy style, from cowgirl to reverse cowgirl. Each position brought new waves of pleasure, their moans echoing through the temple.
Finally, Krishna couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled out, his cock throbbing. Shakti, eager to receive him, opened her mouth. Krishna groaned as he came, his cum filling her mouth. Shakti swallowed, savoring the taste.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. They had become one, their union a sacred ritual, a testament to their love. As they drifted off to sleep, they knew they would be together again, their bodies and souls forever intertwined.
