The Life of Indira (Patreon)

Since I picked the sequel to this story without ever actually releasing it I might as well remedy that mistake right now and give you guys the first part of what will hopefully soon be a two part series. This one is kind of like a fantasy version of Blue Valley, in that it's a somewhat connected universe (that I'm calling 'Gods and Mortals' right now), but so far I don't have much else written about it. Fingers crossed that'll change soon and until it does enjoy this commission!

A single golden beam of light illuminated Indira's face as she slept peacefully on her bed. It arrived courtesy of a newly rising summer sun to shine in from between the half opened shutters of the only window in her modest hut. The heat was pleasant against her face, contrasting nicely with the relatively cool nights her new home afforded. She'd only lived in Green Hollow for a few seasons but it, like the people that lived there, was not a place of unpredictable change. In fact her arrival about a year ago seemed to be the biggest event they'd experienced since the building of the lumber mill that kept them alive some five decades prior. And in that short amount of time she'd become an essential and beloved part of the village. No doubt the result of her fervent worship and eagerness to carry out the edicts of her people's Goddess of Love Rashama and the God of Sex and Passion Sulla, Rashama's son. Once she explained those names were simply the eastern variations of deities worshiped by their own people it was simple enough to bridge the slight cultural divide. After that she had no trouble settling in the remote town to serve as she'd been commanded.

Awakened by the sunlight and the sound of villagers in the distance Indira climbed out of her hammock. Her soft white blanket fell away from her body as she stretched in the cool morning air, looking out her open door as she did so. Even under the circumstances of her arrival the habit of sleeping naked she'd developed growing up in a sacred temple had raised many eyebrows. Now it was just another facet of her uniquely beautiful and exotic nature. Much like everything regarding her physical appearance. Straight black, shoulder length hair cascaded freely around her soft features. The dark as midnight color blended well with her naturally warm brown skin color and contrasted quite wonderfully with her piercing grey eyes. Sitting below a pair of delicately plucked eyebrows and just above a small, slightly upturned nose they were the kind of warm, seductive orbs many men and women dreamed about. Her full, plump lips were almost always stretched into a smile that made people's heart flutter. The rest of her body was as soft and inviting as her face beginning with a large, smooth pair of breasts topped with dark brown, puffy nipples. Much like her short, plump build they suited her look wonderfully along with with a gently curving waist leading into a pair of wide hips that gave way to a perfectly rounded pair of buttocks and chubby thighs. The remainder of her legs were no less supple despite being noticeably more muscular in nature, as were her arms, thanks to the many days of physical labor she'd enjoyed in Green Hollow. Her last and perhaps most striking feature was a natural thicket of curly black hair extending from up and around the hidden lips of her sex to several inches below her waistline. Her unshaven but very neatly groomed pubic hair was as much a source of amorous stares as her ample bosom and heart shaped behind. Perhaps even more so. She continued to stretch and meditate on her duties for the day until she was graced by her first visitor.

“Miss Indira?” A gentle voice called out.

“Good morning Travers,” She said before he'd even appeared in her doorway, “How can I help you?”

“My wife was lookin for you. She said you were gonna help her with somethin?”

“Of course! I was just about to get dressed and make my way to her. If you wait you can accompany me.”

“Sure thing Miss Indira!”

Smiling at his blushing countenance and nodding her head Indira turned her back to him and collected something appropriate for the work ahead of her. She could feel his gaze roaming her body as she collected her garments and it was a pleasant sensation to experience. From within her trunk she collected a crimson, short sleeved dress native to her people that left her arms mostly free and her legs able to move as much as would be needed. It also hugged her body just closely enough to show off the many curves she had to offer along with a few dashes of skin to entice those who she might happen across during the day. As soon as she'd slid the silky fabric over her head and pulled it into the right location on her body she turned to face Travers and nodded once again. He flashed her an awkward grin and put on the straw hat he'd taken off while she dressed. They left her hut a moment later, heading towards the large cluster of buildings that formed the 'main square' of the town. Along the way she greeted every person she passed by name, never slowing her stride but always making sure to give them at least a friendly greeting. Some stopped what they were doing to walk with her so they could talk for a few moments longer. They would veer off a short while later and when they reached Travers' home he was the only companion she had for the time being. At least until she stepped inside the small bakery to find his wife standing over the bread she was going to make.

“Thank the gods you're here!” She exclaimed upon seeing Indira, “Would you carry this to the oven so I can prepare another few loaves?”

“Of course! Should I remain by the oven to take them out when they're ready?”

“That would be lovely, thank you so much!”

Indira remained with the baker and her husband for most of the morning until she was called away by another man, this time to help deliver his newest daughter. She assisted the midwife and delivered the child healthy and whole by the time the sun was going down. For a moment it looked like that would be the end of her day, literally and figuratively, but a very distraught shepherd boy came to her practically in tears. After calming him down and learning what had made him so upset she helped find the missing sheep and herd them back into their pen safe and sound. By the time that task was over night had fallen and a crescent moon was creeping higher into the starry sky. Utterly fulfilled by her exertions and exhausted in a way that only an honest day of hard work could bring Indira made her way home to wash. Just as before she left the door open as an invitation to any who might need her while the dirt and sweat was scrubbed from her soft brown skin. Only one person stopped by, one of the burly woodcutters fresh from his own daily labors. He invited her to the tavern to celebrate the new child and she gladly accepted his offer. After slipping into another dress identical to the first save it's rich emerald color she left for the Split Log with a renewed spring in her step.

Her arrival was greeted by a chorus of cheers, not only from the man who'd invited her and his four companions, but nearly everyone else in the building as well. As she wound her way through the tables and past the patrons Indira was stopped every alternate step by someone wishing to hug, kiss, greet, or simply thank her. She responded to each of them in kind and spent a few moments with everyone who wanted it. It took her a few minutes to travel a few dozen feet but the resulting wave of affection from everyone present made her already shining smile glow that much brighter. She sat down and accepted the warm cup of tea they'd prepared especially for her with a word of thanks. Immediately the group of men started telling bawdy jokes and regaling one another, in addition to Indira, with stories of the their lives. None of them had a single new thing to say and whatever they did share had been heard at least a dozen times by everyone present but that didn't stop the whole group from laughing, cheering, stamping their feet, and doing anything else to show their raucous approval of the tales. Particularly when their voluptuous companion elected to share some of her own, considerably more ribald tales that were actually new stories for them. One by one each of the woodsmen drained their mugs of ale, belching with satisfaction as they did so. Once she'd finished her own far smaller cup the man who'd invited her rose to collect another round. Indira waved him back into his seat and stood up instead.

“I'll get the next round!” She exclaimed, “When I get back I'll tell you about my time with a traveling circus!”

Enthusiastically cheered on by her friends she collected the mugs and carried them to the bartender, “More ale Miss Indira?” He asked.

“And another cup of tea please Beren,” She said with a smile, “Put it all on my tab.”

His ruddy cheeks darkened at the implication of her words and the knowing smile on her face, “Yes ma'am!” He filled everything with a fresh cask of ale and another pot of steaming tea, “Here you are!”

“Thank you very much. Would you mind terribly if I repaid you tomorrow morning? I expect I'll be quite busy tonight.”

“Y-yeah that's perfect!”

“Lovely. I'll see you first thing in the morning. Make sure to tally up what I owe so I can pay you properly . . .”

Leaving him with that enticing mental image she returned to her group with fresh drinks. After thanking her everyone took a hearty swig from their mug and slammed the half drained tankards onto the table. Their uncouth conversations continued as if there'd be no interruption with Indira happily leading that particular charge. She enthralled them all with a very detailed and varied experiences with a  group of elven acrobats, fully aware most of the tavern was listening to at the point. The more specific she was the harder her audience seemed to listen. Near the end of the story two of them had sidled in so close their three chairs were almost touching. Upon finishing her tale enthusiastic cheers and clapping seemed to come from every corner of the room. Another man quickly jumped into a story of his own, fearlessly attempting to follow the high standard she'd set for the table. While he jabbered the two men flanking Indira moved their hands to her supple body. It started off innocently enough with a simple squeeze of her thigh. Maybe a little gentle rubbing. But as time wore on their hands grew more bold and their intentions unmistakable. They started to dip further between her legs, gradually climbing higher. She made sure to subtly encourage their behavior by leaning back and spreading open her thighs as wide as they could go. Of course even if she hadn't done that the very nature of her most prominent role in the town would've ensured they kept moving regardless.

At the same time the story they were listening to took a turn for the naughty her companions found what they were looking for. Or perhaps more accurately one set of calloused fingers slipped beneath her dress to find the already wet and eager lips of her puffy slit while the other jumped up to one of her tits. Nobody bashed an eye when that hand appeared above the table and started groping her breast through her clothing. More than a few people started watching intently but such a thing was so common with Indira it was just another aspect of their lives. Like the sun rising in the morning. The digits pushing against her sex didn't even hesitate to rub along her labia, sliding over the warm outer folds and occasionally slipping in deeper to the warm pink flesh between them. Her own juices trickled out of her like water from a spring and much of it was smeared across her thighs or the curly nest of hairs surrounding her womanhood. Everything else soaked into her dress as it dripped off the fingers idly teasing her pussy as if it perfectly normal to do so in a tavern. The man groping her chest actually slid his hand beneath her dress to grab a thick handful of her large bosom for himself, his rough palm brushing against her stiff nipple and making her whole body tremble. A little bead of milk emerged from her areolas upon finally being touched, one seeping into the hand playing with her chest while the formed a little stain on her dress. She smiled wider than ever and glanced at her partners out of the corners of her eyes. Neither one was even looking at her while they rubbed her pussy and fondled her tit. Both were watching their friend as he continued his tale about spying on a wood nymph as a younger man.

Never one for idle hands Indira let them enjoy her body while she wordlessly returned the favor. Her hands slipped into their breeches with practice ease to find the equally hard, equally delicious cocks waiting for her beneath. And with absolutely no reason for subtlety she was free to pull out each throbbing member and start stroking it as obviously as she wanted. The pair of them were just big enough to leave  their tips and a little bit of the shaft peeking out above the table which meant she could slide her hands along their full length and make sure everyone knew exactly what she was doing in the process. As if that was the unspoken line to cross the moment she started everyone else at the table turned to look at the spectacle before them as though it was a mildly interesting puppet show. She looked to each of them with a wide, inviting smile while her hands pumped faster than ever along the twin dicks she was playing with. The hands feeling up her own body moved at a similarly increased pace, especially the one playing with her cunt. The man it belonged to seemed hell bent on making her cum before he did, seemingly unaware of the little orgasms washing over her in rapid succession. He certainly noticed the extra helping of juices gushing from her sex with every pass and even the way she shivered uncontrollably each time his digits brushed against her clit. Yet he somehow missed the glazed look in her eyes and the constant, open lipped grin she wore. Without drinking a single drop of ale Indira was drunk on sex and ready to lose herself completely. The moment the rest of her party stood up to join in the fun she knew it was time to really get going.

She released the dicks in her grasp and slid her chair back, the hands upon her tit and pussy vanishing when she slid off her seat. Kneeling on the surprisingly well kept floor of the tavern Indira turned to face the man on her right. She grabbed his luscious shaft with both hands and brought it to her lips. He sighed and stared up at the ceiling while his companions moved in closer and continued their conversation. Pretty much every eye in the building was trained on her. Men and women alike were watching with interest ranging from rapt to barely focusing while she wrapped her mouth around that first yummy prick of the evening. As soon as his tip was inside her mouth on hand darted from his tool to her dress. The other remained firmly holding the base while she freed her large, milk covered tits from their confinement. Never was she more glad to be a member of her people's temple than when she smelled that pungent aroma of her own breast milk hanging in the air or felt it's warmth cascading over the smooth contours of her bust. Lactating any time she was aroused was without question one of the more wonderfully unique aspects of her dual worship of Rashama and Sulla. And certainly a popular trait with the many, many men and women of the village who'd enjoyed her body during her stay there.

As his member slid into her throat the man groaned in satisfaction, “Ohhh yer mouth is the best thing I've ever felt around my cock!” 

He continued to moan and even offered up a word of thanks to Virrang Geld, his own culture's name for the God of Passion and Sex. With her mouth too stuffed full of dick to teasingly correct him with the name 'Sulla' Indira simply continued sliding down his shaft as wetly as she could. Thick streams of spit oozed from the corners of her mouth, the messy strands either clinging to her chin or dripping down across her naked tits to join the little droplets of milk seeping from her pert nipples. What little precum had managed to seep out before most of his prick was gobbled up mixed with her saliva to form an even more viscous and gooey mixture than was already produced by her mouth. Before long that same sticky concoction was smeared across her ample tits and soaking into her dress, a few drops even managing to reach as far down as her navel. The amount overflowing from her increasingly stuffed throat only increased in direction relation to the amount of thick, pulsing cock she was taking in. When she finally reached the base of his tool and started pulling back her half naked, writhing body was such a sloppy sight all the men watching her suck the first woodsmen's dick were so hard it actually hurt.  The one or two who hadn't already dropped their trousers did so without a second thought and all of a sudden Indira was surrounded by a forest of lovely cocks just waiting for her expertise.

“Don't forget our cocks!” A man chimed in.

“She could never forget about a cock!” Another said in a dead serious respectful tone, “I've never seen a woman better at remeberin what a man likes!”

“Or more happy to remind em she knows!”

“Not to mention happy to be fucked like a Crown City whore!”

Unable to handle all their members in a way they deserved Indira pulled herself off the one buried in her throat and climbed onto the table. Lying with her butt against the wood, her legs dangling off, and her elbows propping her up so she could look at everyone Indira made for quite the enticing sight. Like she always did. There was no reason she needed to restrict herself to just oral play when there were so many lovely ways to milk a cock, honor Sulla, and get a good fuck out of her companions. One of the men yet to feel her touch quickly moved between her legs, his dick already leaking copious amounts of precum. He let it slap wetly against her tangled and sticky pubic hair and both of them shivered eagerly. When she looked up at him Indira was quickly reminded of something he'd said a few days prior. She offered a cheeky smile as she decided to grant his wish. Her hand slid beneath his cock to cover the gooey lips of her pussy while at the same time her legs moved higher into the air until her ankles were almost parallel to her ears. He stared in confusion at the spectacle before him until he notice two of her fingers very clearly spreading her tight little asshole as wide as it could go. 

Immediately the man's face turned bright red and he sucked in a ragged breath. In the next moment his dick was pushing against her puckered hole with an eagerness that bordered on mania. It slipped inside her thoroughly trained butt, gliding balls deep into her ass while he let out the most satisfied groan a man could utter. Indira's breathy moan was almost comparable in volume and passion. Nothing rounded out a hard day's work quite like being satisfying some of Green Hollow's more energetic men while others watched. Having her ass stuffed full of a rock hard dick was made even better when, in the middle of her gasping, a pair of hands grabbed her head and gently pulled it down to the edge of the table where another prick waited. It was another one untouched by her loving body and the owner was more than happy to change that fact by pushing the entirety of his prick inside her happily opened mouth in one quick stroke. Her cry of pleasure turned into a wet, sloppy gurgle as her mouth was filled to the brim and the rest of her face was covered by a wonderfully musky smelling sack all but begging to be played with too. But she had much juicer things to devote herself to. The two cocks slowly pulling out of her respective holes being perhaps the most obvious choices at the moment in time.

Like always it didn't take more than a few pumps in and out before they were fucking her in earnest, their dicks pounding whatever hole they occupied as hard as they possibly could. Just like she wanted Indira was left to writhe and squirm while they fucked her from both ends and used her body as though it were a toy. At some point she felt two different hands grab her bouncing, jiggling tits. They smeared the already numerous flecks and streams of milking endlessly squirting out of her across her tanned skin in their seemingly aimless effort to enjoy her breasts in whatever way possible. This interest was upgraded in the best possible way when an enterprising woodsman climbed onto the table and slid his member between her heaving tits. She quickly realized from the slickness of his shaft that it was the same man she was sucking off at the beginning and her smile widened. As much as it could with a mouthful of cock anyways. Grabbing each breast with both hands he pushed them together tight enough to make her nipples meet and a nice, warm seal form. Between the saliva she'd adoringly lathered over his prick and the voluminous amounts of milk soaking her chest his cock slid effortlessly between her mounds. Following the lead of the first two men he immediately started  thrusting as hard as he possibly could, both his shaft and balls dragging pleasurably across her trembling skin with every movement. Indira could even feel the heat from his tip as it emerged and pressed against her neck. If she hadn't already been occupied her lips would've been waiting to meet his dick without a second though.

In a perfect testament to the beauty and warmth of her body, as well as the simple pleasure of having a woman so unabashedly and enthusiastically in love with sex, her first three partners of the evening only managed to fuck her for a few minutes. Which was more than enough time for Indira to experience two more delicious little orgasms that made her toes curl and her back arch. Surprisingly it was the fellow enjoying her tits that finished that particular race. Without uttering so much as a groan he suddenly buried as much of his cock as possible between her tits and released a flood of creamy spunk. The instant it touched her skin Indira started to moan and tremble with utter delight. Her entire body tensed, nowhere moreso than her already tight asshole and throat, and a fresh coating of milk gushed out of her breasts. Her third partner utterly painted her neck and collarbone with his seed until it was spilling down her skin to soak into her hair. By the time he finished the smell of cum was so thick in the air it almost overshadowed the other aromas of sex that permeated the tavern. As he pulled away the woodsman enjoying her ass finally reached the end of his rope. With a long, low groan he shoved his dick inside her and started pumping every drop of semen he had into her eager hole. Indira squealed around the dick in her mouth and squeezed the one basting her inner walls in seed. She was so caught up in the rush of jizz into her butt she didn't realize how far along the man she was sucking off was until he too was balls deep in her mouth and emptying his own loads inside her stomach. Their climaxes overlapped for a few wonderful moments and she was as close to paradise as she could possibly be. Even after the lover filling her ass finished and pulled out just having cum leftover in her body as well as more rushing straight into her belly was a wonderful experience for her. 

After all three were done she remembered the remaining two who had yet to satisfy themselves. But they were already moving before she had a chance to call them over. Without a word they guided her off the table so one man could lay down where she'd been. Indira was then lowered ass first onto his turgid cock. Her legs were pulled apart by that first male so the second could push his shaft into her wet, hairy pussy. They immediately started slamming into her holes with every ounce of power they had. It was clear waiting had pushed them right up to the edge and Indira was the one to reap the rewards. Or so it felt while she was being relentlessly pounded. At some point while she was bouncing between two thick cocks and moaning passionately because of it Indira noticed a blonde haired girl approach their group. Recognizing her as Colette the sweet farmhand who'd recently become  full fledged woman the delighted priestess offered a slightly quivering hand to her friend. Her gesture was met with a small grin and a pink flush creeping into the young lady's pale cheeks. Paying the men no mind she walked up to Indira close enough for an embrace and swallowed several times. Before anything could be said the newcomer swooped in for a sudden, tender kiss. 

Their lips met and the distracted priestess shivered with unapologetic glee. She leaned in hard against those soft, inexperienced lips while the men enjoying her ass and pussy slowed just enough to let them have their moment. Since she was a child the entire village had known about Colette's feminine interests but this was the first time she'd ever acted upon them. As far as they knew at least. She and Indira had been enjoying a quiet relationship for some time, the older woman eagerly and lovingly guiding her budding flower into womanhood. Evidently all her efforts had born fruit as the young woman rather triumphantly revealed herself to everybody watching the display. While their tongues danced and their lips contorted soft moans emerged from both women as they momentarily forgot everything around them. Sadly joining her fellow townsfolk was a bit too much of a jump for Colette to make and after she finally broke the kiss she scurried out of the tavern leaving only a small grin as a parting gift.

“Nobody can resist yer whorish talents!” One of the men remarked.

“There's no better slut in this whole world!” The second agreed.

“Thank you!” Indira gasped, flattered by their words and incredibly aroused by what she'd just experienced, “It's easy to be such a good whore with all these wonderful cocks around me!”

Much like the first trio to enjoy her body the second pair only managed a handful of minutes inside her beautifully inviting holes before they too were utterly spent. Still overcome by the happiness of that unexpected kiss Indira was actually a little blindsided by their excellently timed orgasms. At almost the exact same time both woodsmen started cumming into each of her holes. The surge of fresh jizz into her pussy was nothing short of perfection. Especially when paired with the added flow of spunk entering her already filled asshole at the same time. She reveled in every twitch and throb of their dicks as they drained themselves into her body. Each drop of cum squeezed out as a result of her efforts, or even simply her presence, was like it's own little accomplishment. Had she been able to find the words to express how much she loved it everyone in Green Hollow would know at that moment in time. But fortunately for those trying to sleep all that came out of her mouth when she tried to say anything was an endless stream of moans and half formed prayers. Her eyes rolled back in her head and a rapturous smile lit up her face while one hand smeared the cum, milk, sweat, and saliva coating so much of her body deeper into her skin. Few people knew it but that tawdry mixture of fluids was undeniably the reason why her body remained so soft despite her many years of travel and exertion. Though if it didn't have that lovely added effect there was no way she wouldn't be rubbing it all over herself regardless. A night spent lying wet, sticky, and satisfied in her hammock was exactly why she'd elected to go on her pilgrimage. Experiencing that almost every night was what ensured she stayed in the village as long as she had.

Both men kept their cocks inside her for a few moments after finishing, eventually pulling out and setting her gently back on the table when they were too soft to remain within. “Thank you ma'am.” Each of them said one by one, “Yer a fantastic slut.”

“You're welcome gentleman,” She giggled, “I'll see you soon?”

“Of course!”

“Definitely!”

“I wouldn't miss it!”

“Great! Sleep well!” Indira watched them all filter out of the tavern one by one, finally sliding off the messy table and looking at the barman, “And I'll see you tomorrow right Beren?”

“You will Miss Indira!” He said with a quick, enthusiastic nod.

“Perfect. Make sure to add this mess to my tab as well. I already have something in mind to repay you!”

“S-sure!”

Leaving her clothes and body as they were Indira walked cum splattered with tits bare and her legs trembling back to her home. She left a little trail of errant droplets, jizz, milk, spit, and pussy juice in equal measure, the entire way. Everyone she passed greeted her the same as they always did. Some stopped to ogle the mess she'd made of herself with equal parts respect and amusement. One man gave her plump ass a good swat as he passed and she squeaked in both pleasure and pain from the sudden spank. Another stopped to ask her for help the following day and during the conversation he slipped a couple fingers into her pussy. She grinded against his digits and talked to the best of her ability. When the pans were finalized he gave her clit a quick rub and departed, leaving her curvaceous, mostly naked body flushed with renewed arousal. She wore an ear to ear grin as she finally stepped across the threshold of her hut and saw the hammock waiting invitingly for her. After peeling her almost certainly ruined dress from her plump form she climbed naked and quivering onto her sleeping arrangement. She closed her eyes and let the exhaustion and satisfaction of the day sink in. Until she heard timid footfalls approach then subsequently stop at her doorway.

“Did you need something Colette?” She asked, turning to see the woman in question standing silhouetted against the moonlight spilling in from outside.

“I-I think I'm ready . . .” She murmured, “I-if you're still w-willing . . .”

“Always!” Indira replied, climbing out of her hammock and opening her arms wide, “Don't worry about a thing Colette, you're safe with me . . .”