Enshrined

A rich carpet of jet-black hair ran right down the middle of her crotch. It was two inches or so in width, with neat edges. There was a beautiful chaos to the way the straight hairs interwove with one another: the right-side hairs skewing left, the left ones skewing right, and all flowing downward, pointing the way to heaven.

He'd seen bushes like this before, in porn. But Chaarvi wore it much better than any of those women. It enhanced her; made her sexuality bolder. In fact, Simon felt as if he was looking at the sexiest crotch he had ever seen.

She pivoted her hips to the right as she moved to straddle him. The sight made Simon keenly aware of the hardness of his cock. Nothing drove a man wild with lust like the sight of a naked pussy in motion.

Chaarvi brushed her long curtain of raven hair behind her back as she straddled Simon's lap at the foot of the mattress. Resting her hands upon his shoulders, she leaned in to kiss him once again. The kisses were no longer frantic, but they were twice as serious as they were before. She was ready.

Her hips advanced on him, and Simon felt her moist opening brush against the head of his cock.

"Mmm!" Simon assertively mumbled into her tenacious lips. "Hang on! I've got condoms," he insisted, after managing to pull away from her. He tried to lift her off his lap, but Chaarvi wouldn't budge. She subdued him with another kiss.

"It's okay. I'm on birth control," she purred seductively, before kissing him once more to stifle any rebuttal.

She grabbed him by the wrists once again and lifted his hands away from her torso. She pushed them back, and Simon along with them, until he was laying flat on the bed, with Chaarvi pinning his hands to the mattress, high above his head.

"But..." he managed to peep out, prompting her lips to do a more thorough job of silencing him.

He could feel her hips shifting, touching her labia against his rod repeatedly, as if feeling around for the best position to mount him from. Then she removed one hand from his wrists. Simon was so in to what was happening, he had no inclination to resist. But Chaarvi was taking no chances, and continued to firmly restrain him with her remaining hand.

With her free hand, she reached down and held his cock in place as she lowered her soft womanhood on to him.

A serene wave of warmth spread through Simon's hips and beyond. Being inside her felt amazing! His muscles all relaxed as he submitted to her will. Whatever Chaarvi wanted to do to him, she had his complete cooperation.

A second later, she began gently thrusting.

"Please, Simon," she pleaded in a breathy voice, "I really need this!"

Simon's heart was racing a mile a minute. It had already been pounding, with Chaarvi's tight pussy working his rod. But what really got him excited was hearing how desperate she was to screw him!

She kept him pacified with more kisses, which were becoming increasingly lazy.

Way back, in an almost forgotten part of his brain - the logical part - Simon knew this was foolish. But how could he say "no" to a woman who was clearly so hot for him? She wanted it; he wanted it. Every cell in his body told him this was right. Simon was in no mood to argue.

Chaarvi quickly established a stable rhythm and raised the tempo of her thrusts at a rate that Simon found both surprising and intimidating. He was amazed at how vigorous she was! If she kept humping him like this, he wasn't going to last long at all!

It took her only a few seconds to reach the limits of what she could accomplish laying on top of him, so she sat upright and continued rocking her hips upon his groin, more tenacious than ever.

The pleasure of her hot womanhood dancing all around his cock was exquisite. It was coupled with the spectacle of Chaarvi's gorgeous naked body gyrating above him; her large, supple breasts heaving back and forth with a sensual grace that beggared belief.

"Holy fuck, Chaarvi!" he gasped, "Slow... slow... I won't last long at this rate!" he warned her.

Chaarvi didn't react. Simon figured she was so aroused, she couldn't hear him. He could hear her heavy breathing, and could tell that she wasn't holding anything back.

He placed his hands on her hips, initially intending to try to slow her movements. But once he was touching her hot, gyrating flesh, he couldn't bring himself to impede the ecstasy she was giving him. So instead, he began guiding her into even deeper thrusts.

Chaarvi said something unintelligible, in a firm, measured voice. Simon, once again, presumed it was Hindi. He found it very sexy; mysterious dirty talk that he couldn't understand.

"Yessss... I'm ready!" Chaarvi panted.

Simon wasn't sure he'd heard her correctly. Her breath was heavy from the physical exertion, but nothing else about her body language suggested she was about to cum. Her gaze: clear and focused, fixed upon him, was hardly what he would've expected from a woman on the brink. Not to mention the fact that she'd only been riding him for a few seconds. She'd been riding him hard, certainly, but Simon would've been amazed if she'd been able to work herself up to an orgasm so quickly!

"Give it to me, mandir! Give it all to me!" she directed, in a calm, deliberate tone.

Simon wasn't about to argue with her; it was exactly what he wanted to hear. In any event, he didn't have much choice. Chaarvi had worn his self-control down to its breaking point.

"Fuck yeah, baby! I'm gonna give you everything!" he growled.

His last clear memory was staring up into Chaarvi's sweet, brown eyes through those cumbersome glasses, while the curtain of raven-black hair that was draped over her should beat upon her left breast in time with her thrusts.

Then everything became white and confused. An almost angelic brightness filled the room, until ultimately everything was washed out, except for Chaarvi. Time seemed to slow down, as the light coalesced on to his body, until he could see his veins and arteries glowing beneath his skin! However, these strange visions didn't alarm him. In fact, there was something very reassuring about them. They made Simon feel powerful, and incredibly virile; the sort of man that a randy sex-kitten like Chaarvi ought to be with.

Then, at the height of his orgasmic hallucinations, it happened: he climaxed as never before. The biggest load he'd ever had rocketed up his shaft and gushed joyously into Chaarvi's ready womanhood. She had begged him for "it all," and that was exactly what Simon gave her; tapping into reserves he didn't even know he had. He'd never needed to cum so badly in his life, nor had he ever experienced such splendid relief from doing so. Chaarvi was phenomenal.

Every limb was paralyzed with weakness, as his throbbing cock sapped all his strength to power its ejaculations. They went completely numb, to the point where he barely felt like he had a physical body at all. His vision blurred and darkened. The last thing he perceived was Chaarvi speaking Hindi some more. He was still cumming hard as he blacked out.

Chapter 3

Simon awoke to the feeling of cold air upon his naked skin. He felt strange. He realized that his calves were dropped down over the edge of the bed; his feet were touching the floor. He was uncovered as well! This wasn't how he normally slept!

It didn't take him long to remember his whirlwind hook-up with Chaarvi and he sighed deeply, as a broad grin spread across his face. He checked both sides of the mattress around him, hoping for the best. But alas, she was nowhere to be seen.

He lifted his head to check the carpet between the bed and the door. His clothes were still messily scattered about, but there was no trace of hers. Chaarvi was gone.

"Damn!" he silently cursed with a huff. "I wish you were still here, sweetheart," he thought to himself.

He was disappointed, but not surprised. Chaarvi had given him pretty clear signals that she only wanted a casual fling; the sort of thing that people tend to make a quick, discreet exit from, once they've gotten 'the itch' out of their system.

Still, as far as Simon was concerned, it wasn't just some random screw; it was far and away the best time he'd ever had! He hoped that Chaarvi had similar feelings, which was why it was disappointing that she hadn't stuck around.

"My god, Chaarvi... Girl, you are dynamite with a capital 'D'!" Simon mused, as he blissfully reminisced about the way she had ridden him. "...A pair of capital 'D's, as a matter of fact," he thought, chuckling at his own adolescent wit.

He lifted his arm to check his watch. The time was 8.16. Well, that wasn't... wait...

8.16 AM???

"That can't be right!" Simon thought, "Surely..."

But as he looked around his apartment, his disbelief slowly turned into astonishment. The apartment was on the south-eastern side of the building. The sun only ever shone in through the kitchenette window like that in the early morning.

There was no doubt about it; he'd slept through the whole night!

"Holy fuck!" he loudly laughed. "Oh my god, Chaarvi, what did you do to me last night?"

As amazing as the orgasm had been, he could scarcely believe that it had knocked him out for sixteen hours.

He laid in bed for another minute or so, grinning, before sucking up the initiative to get up and retrieve his pants from the floor. He didn't bother to put on a shirt.

With his little lay-in, he was running late. He didn't want to spoil his good mood by tearing around his home in a panic, trying to get ready. So he figured he would just have a quick breakfast, skip his shower, go heavy on the deodorant, and cross his fingers that nobody in class would notice.

Simon held out hope that he might find a note from Chaarvi; something along the lines of, "I had fun last night. Call me some time!" But as he made his way around his apartment, that hope quickly faded. Chaarvi had left no trace of herself behind.

He tried to be optimistic, reminding himself that he would see Chaarvi around campus sooner or later, and might be able to arrange another liaison with her. But deep down, Simon feared that his first afternoon of passion with Chaarvi would also be his last. He was worldly enough to know that random one-night-stands typically didn't lead anywhere; especially when the girl disappears immediately afterwards.

His Pop Tarts had only just finished toasting when he heard four firm knocks on the door.

"Hold on!" he called, as he crossed the single-room dwelling.

"Maybe Chaarvi left something behind," he mused to himself, half-joking.

But he was genuinely surprised to discover her standing before him when he opened the door.

"Chaarvi!" he greeted her with delight.

Chaarvi's response was far less cordial.

"What the hell am I doing back here?" She demanded in an acidic voice.

"I... I'm sorry?" Simon uttered in shock.

In the most superficial sense, this girl certainly looked like the Chaarvi he'd occasionally spotted slinking around campus. She was wearing the same dowdy ensemble, complete with ugly glasses. The fact that her collar was unbuttoned and her lush hair hung loose and messy behind her back was unusual, but not remarkable.

However, the fury burning in her eyes was a world removed from the shrinking violet he knew from college; not to mention the horny fox she had morphed into in his apartment yesterday.

She extended her index finger in an accusatory manner and pressed it into the center of Simon's chest, firmly enough to cause him pain.

"You heard me!" Chaarvi snapped, practically yelling. "Why did I come back here?" She repeated as she barged into Simon's home, forcing him to retreat several steps.

"I... I don't know! What the fuck are you talking about?" he stammered nervously.

"You made me come back here, somehow! Didn't you?" she demanded.

"'Made you'? What... What the fuck do you mean? How the fuck could I 'make you' come here?" Simon protested.

"Calm down, you crazy bitch!" Simon thought to himself. With the red rage burning in Chaarvi's eyes, he never would've dared say it to her out loud.

Then, bizarrely, that rage seemed to evaporate in an instant.

Chaarvi released her finger from his sternum and withdrew her hand. The sweet gentleness returned to her features, as the tension faded from her face.

As she drew back, her eyes panned from one side of the room to the other, as if she suddenly felt lost and was trying to figure out where she was.

"Whoa... that's odd," she quietly remarked to herself.

"You just... of course!" she gasped, as if some massive revelation had just come to her. "You don't understand what's happened at all, do you?" she asked Simon in a gentle voice.

It took Simon a second to respond. He was still recoiling away from her, his body unwilling to relax in case she underwent another dramatic mood swing.

"No! No, I don't have the slightest fucking idea what's going on here!" Simon replied indignantly. It was a stupid question, after all. Her questions and accusations weren't just confusing, they were completely irrational! What hope did he have of understanding her bizarre behavior?

"I wish you'd damn well explain it to me, though!" he thought.

He could see the cogs turning in Chaarvi's mind as she stared at him with analytical eyes. Her gaze was strong and focused, but completely devoid of emotion. There wasn't even the slightest trace of the rage that had burned in them mere seconds ago.

"Yes... I see that now," she humbly replied. "I'm sorry for barging in here; lashing out at you like that. I made a mis...take..." she hesitated, before raising her left hand to her temple and closing her eyes as if she'd just been struck with a powerful headache.

"I..." she winced.

"Are you okay?" Simon asked, with suspicious concern.

"I have to tell you about the channel..." Chaarvi said with obvious reluctance. "About... everything...

"But I... don't want..." she staggered, before groaning loudly in frustration.

"I suspect that you've gained the ability to control me. To control my mind, to be specific," she stated, in a calm, casual voice that hardly seemed to fit with the incredible claim. Chaarvi's body language quickly relaxed, as if whatever internal argument she'd been having with herself had instantly been resolved.

"C... control your mind?" Simon repeated in disbelief.

"Yes," Chaarvi nodded. "It makes sense, now that I think about it. I shouldn't be telling you about the link we share; but I am! It's because you commanded me to tell you what's going on, didn't you? You were confused when I barged in here, and you wanted to know what I'm doing here! So you mentally wished for me to explain this all to you. You gave me an order, with your mind! Now I can't help myself.

"And I'm willing to bet that's why I came back here in the first place!" she continued, seemingly oblivious to Simon's stunned silence. "You wanted me to come back, didn't you? You willed me to return, didn't you, master?" she asked him, without even the slightest hint of accusation or scorn in her voice.

"Did she just call me 'master'?" Simon thought to himself.

It took a couple moments for Chaarvi's insane claims to fully register in his mind. At first, the eerie truth in her words made his stomach sink. He had wished she was back in his apartment! He had wished for her to explain her bizarre accusations to him just now! It was like she could read his mind.

But it didn't take him long to figure out how her little ruse worked.

After the incredible ride she had given him yesterday, it was only natural that he'd woken up wishing that she had stuck around for breakfast. And when a woman bursts into your home snarling angry gibberish at you, of course you are going to want her to calm down and tell you what her fucking problem is!

The only thing that Chaarvi had just demonstrated was that she had basic intuition. But that still didn't explain her behavior. What was she doing here? Why was she playing these mind games with him?

"You're not serious," Simon dismissed her claims. It was just as much a question as a statement.

"I wish she'd just stop fucking with me and tell me the truth," he thought to himself.

"I realize how far-fetched all of this must seem," Chaarvi conceded, looking at him with immensely sympathetic eyes. "There's a lot of background you'll need to know.

"I guess I should start by explaining that I'm not entirely human."

Simon's eyes practically popped right out of their sockets upon hearing those words.

"I'm actually partly divine. My grandmother is an apsara; more or less a minor Hindu goddess," Chaarvi explained in a calm, confident voice, that suggested she couldn't hear the madness of her words.

"Oh, sweet Jesus! Please tell me she's not a lunatic!" Simon thought, as he began to sweat. A vision of his future flashed through his mind, like a gothic horror slideshow: stalking, restraining order, looking over his shoulder, all culminating in a news headline about a murder-suicide between some poor dumb college kid and the mentally unbalanced loner he'd had a single ill-advised one-night-stand with.

"I'm not crazy," Chaarvi said reflexively, interrupting herself mid-sentence.

"Okay, that... was weird," Simon thought, noting how timely it was for Chaarvi to assert that she wasn't crazy, immediately after he had privately wished for some sign that she wasn't.

Chaarvi continued right where she had left off, almost as if she wasn't even conscious of the brief interruption, "...because of my heritage, I have an unusually potent soul. Which means my presence can have a seriously disruptive effect on the surrounding environment. I destabilize things - the minds, the emotions of the people around me.

"But I can dampen those effects significantly, by drawing upon a cosmic force called Kundalini. It... Well, it brings order to the chaos. It stabilizes my own energy enough to make my impact on the world around me negligible.

"And that's just as important for me as it is for everybody else.

"You see, without that moderating influence, the divine power I've inherited would overwhelm me. I'd lose all sense of who I am. I'd go mad... psychotic! And then eventually, my soul would burn right out of my body and probably hurl itself into Naraka - sort of a Hindu hell.

"Basically, I need the Kundalini to survive," she summarized. She paused to give Simon an opportunity to ask questions, but none came.

Simon simply stared at her in befuddled silence. He didn't know what to make of what he was hearing. On one hand, it was plainly ludicrous. But on the other...

She seemed so earnest. Every word was relaxed and casual. Up until now, it felt like every moment he'd spent with Chaarvi was wrapped up in either boiling emotion, or some sort of pretense. But now here she was, talking to him like a regular human being. For the first time, Simon believed he was seeing the real Chaarvi. If that were true, then that would have to mean that, at the very least, Chaarvi believed the claims she was making.

So was she crazy? That would've been the logical conclusion.

But Simon was impressed by how composed and coherent she was. Everything about her; not only the way she spoke, but also the way she stood, conveyed not just lucidity, but also an air of wisdom.

His brain was telling him that she was off her nut. But his heart told him that he should at least hear her out.

"Normally, I receive the Kundalini I need from a special shrine," Chaarvi continued, "a shrine built for a single purpose: to serve as my own personal Earthly conduit to the essence of the goddess Shakti.

"But a couple of weeks ago, my last shrine was vandalized, desecrated. The link was broken immediately. I stopped receiving the energy I need.