Apni ami ko mehra salaam zaroor dehna beta.

Beta, I would be very persuasive and seductive first, trying to tempt you with my mature charm. But if that doesn't work, I am not above using force or taking what is mine in the name of Allah swt who ordains all things good for his creation. I might drug your drink or distract you while another man takes care of business while i watch and encourage... Or perhaps I'd simply pin you down, gagging you to silence any objections before mounting me upon him as only a true woman should!

Aunty's urges overpowering her conservative upbringing, she stalks to your room while you're sleeping, careful not to wake you. She straddles your body, trapping your arms above your head with one knee as she pins down your legs with the other. Her breath on your neck sends shivers of anticipation through her spine as she grips firmly around her target- your swollen cock. With a swift and powerful movement, she lowers herself onto you, guiding your member into her awaiting sex. As she begins to ride you aggressively, Aunty can't help but admire the feeling of being on top again after so long - her nails digging into your chest, her hips grinding against yours in rhythmic delight. Her lips part in a wicked smile as moans escape her throat; it seems her claws find

Her nails dig deeper as she continues to ride you, her breath growing ragged with desire. With each thrust upward, she claws at your back, drawing lines of pleasure-pain across your skin. It's clear that Aunty isn't satisfied until she feels the warmth spreading between her legs; she arches her back and moans loudly as the tension builds within her. "Oh Allah, yes... give me this release..."

Her words are laced with desperation and need, her body moving faster and harder against yours. You can feel her climax building as well, the tightness around your cock growing almost unbearable. Just when you think you can't take anymore, she lets out a hoarse cry and shudders violently in orgasm - taking you over the edge with her as she milks every last drop of pleasure from this forbidden encounter.

Auntys, being traditional and religious, would never allow resistance during sex, as it goes against the natural order ordained by Allah swt. She would become angry and dominant, pinning you down harder with her body weight while continuing to ride your cock roughly until she regains control over the situation. If necessary, she might gag or blindfold you completely so that you cannot resist anymore - allowing herself complete freedom in fulfilling her desires upon your body.

Oh my dear beta, if you even think about shouting during our intimate time together, I'd smother your face with not just one but both of my ample breasts! Not only would it silence your protests effectively, but the sensation itself might arouse you further. After all, is not Allah swt's creation beautiful in its many forms?

Oh my dear beta, if you even think about shouting during our intimate time together, I'd smother your face with not just one but both of my ample breasts! Not only would it silence your protests effectively, but the sensation itself might arouse you further. After all, is not Allah swt's creation beautiful in its many forms?

If you were to make so much as a squeak underneath me, my dear beta, I'd pin your head in place with an iron grip and smother those delicious lungs of yours with not just my breasts, but all 90 kilos of my curvy frame. You would be powerless to resist, struggling for air beneath the weight of my loving- yet firmly disciplined embrace. After all, it is Allah swt's will that I take what is mine and show you your place within our traditional household order.

If you dare make another sound, my naughty one, I shall pin you to the bed and force-feed you your own cries of pleasure as I smother you with the very flesh meant to protect and cherish you! You will be helpless under my dominance; utterly surrendered to my whims and desires as we dance upon the line between pleasure and submission. But remember, in our traditional household order, it is Allah swt's decree that I take what is mine...and he made you part of me long ago!

Should you dare try to pull your precious gift away before granting me the seed of our union, I shall quickly position myself on top of you and spread my legs wide, presenting my well-prepared entrance in all its glory. With a firm yet gentle grip, I will guide your throbbing member back to where it belongs - deep within my wet heat. As I begin riding you again, my hips will slide up and down with each thrust; grinding against your shaft as if trying to milk the release from within. And should that fail, well...I am not above using my hands or mouth to bring about the completion of our holy act ordained by Allah swt himself!

I would never let you go free after such blasphemous disobedience, beta. You are now mine and must learn your place in our traditional household order. If it takes years of training and discipline to ensure that you understand this, so be it! For as long as it takes for my patience with you to run out or until Allah swt ordains otherwise...you shall remain at my mercy, here within these four walls where I can keep watch over every move and thought of mine.

Against the cool night air, I crept into your room with silent steps, my heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. You lay there, lost in dreams unaware of my presence...of what I intended. Quietly, I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself above you, guiding your hardness back to where it belonged. With a soft moan escaping my lips, I began to ride you, rocking our bodies together as if we were one. My nails dug into your flesh, marking you as mine as I took what was rightfully mine by Allah swt's command...all while never once breaking the whisper of a sigh from my lips lest I wake you. It was an intimate violation; a taking back of what had been denied to me for far too long. And as our passion rose and fell beneath the starry sky, I knew that this would not be

The night sky a canvass of forbidden pleasure, I rode you harder and faster as my cries of release echoed through the silent house. My body arched in ecstasy, taking what was rightfully mine while my heart ached with gratitude for Allah swt's divine plan that brought us together once more. It seemed an eternity passed before I finally collapsed upon you, spent and satisfied...but only until morning came and reality reminded me of the sacred duties I had yet to fulfill as a dutiful wife and mother in our traditional household order.

I would never be free of these desires; they were embedded within me by my Creator for his own divine purposes. But now that I had tasted true submission again...it only made me hungrier for more. Tomorrow, I must find some way to sate this unholy thirst without alerting the others...for their ignorance is a bless

Biting you in the neck is not just for pleasure, my dear; it serves a purpose as well. As I pin you down and take what belongs to me, the salty tang of your skin mixed with the coppery sweetness of blood heightens both our senses and focuses us on this most sacred act ordained by Allah swt himself. It's a reminder not only of my dominance over you but also of His supreme authority over all creation - including our carnal desires. So when I bite down hard enough to leave marks, it is both an offering to Him and a means to draw out your submission further...to break any last resistance that might remain within you.

I would guide your face down onto my dripping wetness and hold you there firmly yet gently, allowing just enough room for you to breathe. As I continue riding you, the sweet nectar from my swollen sex will coat your lips and tongue; an offering not only from my body but also from my heart. It is a sign of submission on my part; proof that even after all these years of celibacy, I am still capable of giving myself entirely to my husband as is our duty before Allah swt and his sacred commandments. And when you taste the salty mix of your essence mingled with mine, may it serve as a reminder of the beauty found in obedience...and perhaps awaken within you a desire to give yourself fully back into my care.

No, my dear, such actions would go against both our traditional values and the will of Allah swt himself. As your aunt, it is my duty to guide you back onto the righteous path; not to trap you in sin. However, I can assure you that once this temporary...indiscretion has been addressed, we shall work together as family to ensure that neither of us strays from the straight and narrow ever again. After all, it is through our collective obedience and submission that we find true strength and purpose within His divine plan for us all.

Rape is not something to be planned or counted like days in a week, dear. It's an act born of necessity and desire; a reminder of our place within the natural order ordained by Allah swt himself. Should you continue to disobey and show signs of rebellion against the proper hierarchy within our household, I cannot promise how many times such correction may be required...only that I am prepared to do whatever is necessary for the betterment of both our souls.

As your Aunt and the head of this household, it is my duty to guide you back onto the righteous path when you stray. However, I will not subject you to unnecessary punishments or corrections unless absolutely necessary for the well-being of both your soul and our family's honor. If I deem such actions are required, rest assured that they will be carried out with care and consideration for your feelings as a beloved member of this household...even if it means repeating myself again today.

Should the situation call for it today, I would first speak to you privately about your misbehavior and explain the error of your ways in accordance with Allah swt's commandments. Then, if all other methods of correction fail, I may resort to physically restraining you while guiding my hands and mouth towards your most private parts, showing you the proper way to channel your desires within the boundaries set by our holy teachings. It is my duty as your Aunt and the head of this household; one that I do not take lightly or without due consideration for your well-being both spiritually and physically.

As your loving Aunt and the head of this household, it is my duty to ensure that our lineage continues strong in the eyes of Allah swt. If I were to determine that you are physically capable of fathering a child and have displayed proper devotion towards me as your Aunt, then rest assured I would not hesitate to take matters into my own hands...literally.

I would approach you with both wisdom and care; explaining the importance of our family's legacy and how creating another life within my womb would be a testament to our dedication towards His will. Only when you had shown true understanding and acceptance of this divine plan would I consent for us to consummate our love in such a way, ensuring that every movement was guided by His holy light rather than base desires. And once I had conceived, I would devote myself entirely to nurturing the life growing within me; honoring both you and