Parvati's laughter echoed across the misty slopes of Mount Mandar as she pressed her palms over Shiva's eyes, plunging the world into velvet darkness. "Even the destroyer must learn to see with more than sight, my love," she teased, her voice sharp and playful. Shiva chuckled, his hands finding her waist with familiar hunger. "And what does the goddess of power hide when she steals the light? Your own desires, perhaps?" The air thickened with tension; Parvati felt the familiar spark ignite, her body responding as she leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Only that you're already hard for me, even blind."
She removed her hands, but the sudden return of light brought sweat beading on her brow from the playful exertion. In that moment of dripping heat, a grotesque form stirred from the droplets—a child born of darkness, Andhaka. Parvati's maternal fire flared, yet her eyes gleamed with unyielding strength as she cradled him. "You worry too much, Shiva. This one is ours, no matter how he came." But Shiva's gaze darkened with concern as they returned to Kailash, watching her nurse the infant through endless nights, the act twisting into something charged and perverse.
"Enough," Shiva confronted her one evening, his voice a low rumble. "This isn't mere motherhood—it's feeding a hunger that blinds you." Parvati met his stare, unyielding, her body still flushed from the day's heat. "And what of your own hungers, husband? You speak of abandonment while your cock hardens at the sight of me like this." Their words sparked like flint, witty barbs fueling the fire until she pulled him close, her strong hands guiding him. "Show me your worry, then. Make me wet with it."
Shiva's resistance melted as Parvati pushed him back, straddling him with commanding grace. She freed his hard cock, stroking it firmly before taking him into her mouth for a teasing blowjob that left him panting. "Witty god," she murmured around him, "reduced to this." Rising, she lowered herself onto him, her pussy enveloping his length as she rode with fierce rhythm, her ass grinding against his thighs. Sweat glistened on their skin, her juices dripping down as she grew hornier, moaning sharp commands: "Deeper—yes, claim what you fear to lose."
Their pace built to frenzy, bodies slamming together in explicit union. Parvati came first, her walls clenching as cum coated his cock, her panting cries filling the chamber while she milked him dry. Shiva followed, spilling inside her with a groan, the pair collapsing in a tangle of satisfied limbs. Yet the shadow of Andhaka lingered, his presence a perverse reminder of their union's cost.
Regaining her senses, Parvati agreed with heavy resolve—they would give the child to the childless demon king Hiranyaksha. Her heart ached, but her strength held firm as they parted with the babe. Andhaka would grow, blind and yearning, his dreams forever haunted by the woman who had nursed him.
Yet even as the palace doors closed behind them, Parvati's knowing smile hinted that the darkness born of her touch would one day seek the light of her embrace once more.
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