The Last Drop of Honey in Her Navel

The door swung open to reveal Rani’s shocked face. Before she could scream or react, Raj forced his way inside, slamming the door shut behind him with a thunderous bang. His hands shot out, grabbing for her curvy waist as he tried to crush his lips against hers.

Rani resisted instantly—planting her palms against his chest and shoving him back with all her strength. “NO!” she spat, her eyes blazing with defiance.

Raj’s face twisted with anger. He slapped her hard across the cheek. When she stumbled but stayed on her feet, he hit her again—SMACK!—louder this time, the sharp sound filling the house.

Rani wobbled, dizzy from the hard slaps. Before she could balance herself, Raj grabbed her hair with his left hand, pulling her head back. With his right hand, he caught her pallu and started tearing it off roughly—the fine silk ripping easily like thin paper.

As he pulled, she stumbled in a clumsy half-turn, confused and unsteady. Each tug made her spin like a ragdoll. The costly pallu he had given her as a gift now lay in torn pieces at her feet – his perfect gift destroyed to reveal an even more perfect prize.

When Raj tore off Rani’s saree, her bare waist took his breath away. Her smooth stomach curved perfectly, leading down to the deepest, most beautiful navel he’d ever seen. She stood revealed like some navel goddess, her divine midriff crowned by that deep navel. It looked like it was made for worship – a perfect little hollow that seemed to glow in the dim light.

Raj’s eyes locked onto her deep navel, his mouth watering at the sight. He licked his lips, already imagining how perfectly his tongue would fit inside that perfect hollow. Rani tried to cover herself, but Raj caught her wrists effortlessly.

“No point hiding now,” he murmured, pulling her toward the bed. Rani’s struggles were weak as he dragged her closer, her body trembling with fear and something else she couldn’t name. The night was just beginning, and Raj planned to enjoy every moment.

Rani twisted against Raj as he tied her wrists with the same red silk he’d bought her – the delicate fabric that had hugged her curves now biting into her skin as she fought. “Shekar will save me!” she cried, tears shining on her flushed cheeks.

Raj smiled and touched her bare stomach. “Your husband won’t be back for hours,” he said, being careful not to tell her that Shekar had planned this with him. He leaned close to her ear. “But I’m glad he left you here with me.”

Rani gasped as Raj suddenly crushed his lips against hers, his rough kiss silencing her screams. His strong hands moved over her body without mercy, roughly grabbing her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse.

He pressed them together so hard that made her nipples erect, the soft flesh molding like sponge balls under his cruel grip. She cried out as his teeth bit down on her sensitive nipples(over her blouse), the sharp pain making her back arch off the bed against her will. Tears streamed down her face as her body betrayed her, reacting to his cruel touch even as shame burned through her.

Raj moved lower, his hands exploring her entire belly – skin so smooth it felt like butter under his touch.

Rani tensed immediately, her breath catching. She knew what was coming. Her waist and navel were her most sensitive parts, her biggest turn-ons. Just a squeeze, a kiss, even the lightest play with her navel could make her cum to her fullest.

Her waist trembled violently beneath his fingers as his hands suddenly squeezed the soft curves of her waist, gripping so tight his fingers left angry red marks. “NOOOOO!” she moaned-screamed, the sound torn between protest and pleasure.

Before she could catch her breath, she felt it – Raj’s teeth sinking into the juicy love handles of her side, biting down hard. “Oohhhh! Stop! Pleasee! Ummmmmm!” she cried, her voice breaking.

But Raj only bit down harder, turning the soft curves of her waist red. Each rough bite made her whole body jump – the pain mixing with deep pleasure in a way she hated but couldn’t stop. Now he gave big bites to both sides of her waist, leaving dark red marks on her love handles like he was signing his name on her skin.”

Raj caught both curves of her waist with his hands, his grip possessive as he stared at Rani’s exposed navel. With a wicked grin, he blew a sharp stream of air into her belly button, making her gasp and moan—”Ummm!”—her back arching off the bed.

Even now, he couldn’t see the end of her navel, obsessed with its impossible depth. His curiosity burned hotter.

Slowly, he pressed his index finger into her tight , deep navel. To his shock, half his finger disappeared effortlessly, swallowed by her warmth. Rani screamed, “Nooo… please…”—but her body betrayed her, hips lifting to push her navel deeper onto his invading finger.

It was tighter and deeper than he imagined, the velvety walls clenching around him as he pushed harder. Nearly three-fourths of his finger vanished into her unbelievable depth, her navel sucking him in like it was made for this.

Seeing this Raj said,”My god,This is the deepest navel I’ve ever seen.” He looked up at Rani’s face, his eyes dark with hunger. “Your navel is so big that my lips will barely cover the rim. I’m not even sure my whole tongue can reach the bottom.”

Hearing this, Rani’s eyes widened in shock as she realized what was coming. “NO! NO! PLEASE DON’T! IT’S TOO SENSITIVE!” she begged, her voice breaking. Her navel was her most sensitive part – she knew she couldn’t handle that much pleasure concentrated there. Yet even as she protested, her stomach muscles fluttered in anticipation, betraying her body’s helpless response.

But Raj ignored her pleas. He lowered his mouth to her stomach, his lips forming a perfect seal around the rim of her deep navel. He kissed it passionately before pushing his tongue inside. Rani’s back arched violently off the bed as she moaned: “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOO!”

Now Raj inserted his tongue into her navel, licking along the inner walls with slow, deliberate strokes. He explored every inch, amazed at how the navel seemed bottomless. His tongue stretched deeper and deeper, touching new, untouched edges but still couldn’t reach the navel end.

This overwhelming stimulation made Rani’s entire body tremble like a leaf in a storm. She moaned uncontrollably: “Aaaahhhhh…” as waves of intense pleasure radiated from her most sensitive spot – more sensation than she’d ever experienced before.

While licking, Raj said, “This is incredible.” Seeing her navel, he added, “I could spend hours exploring this deep navel and still not reach the bottom.”

He didn’t stop—his tongue stretched deeper, pushing further inside her tight, deep hollow, determined to conquer every millimeter.

Rani was lost now, all resistance melted away. The relentless navel worship left her soaked between her thighs, her hips grinding helplessly into the air.

Then—after five agonizing minutes—his tongue finally touched and licked the untouched end of her navel.

“UUUUNNHHH! YESSSS!” Rani moaned uncontrollably as she came violently, her body becoming wet underneath from the overwhelming pleasure—no one had ever touched this deepest point with their tongue before.

Raj watched Rani’s body grow wet beneath him, her breath coming in heavy gasps. His eyes locked onto her navel—now deepening with every rapid breath she took.

“So deep…” he murmured, mesmerized, before sealing his lips around her quivering belly button once more. He sucked greedily at the sensitive hollow, kissing it with open-mouthed passion as he thrust his tongue deeper inside. All this intense navel play made Rani moan uncontrollably: “Aahhh… Rajj…” – her breathy cries only making him happier and hornier.

He pushed even more of his tongue inside this time, exploring every sensitive fold with slow, deliberate strokes. With each new movement – whether sucking, kissing, or tongue-fucking her deep hollow – Rani’s body reacted perfectly: her back arching, stomach muscles fluttering, and hips lifting to meet his mouth. The way her navel clenched around his invading tongue drove them both wild.

Raj, craving to enjoy her navel more, placed three chocolate pieces along the rim of Rani’s deep navel. He watched as they glistened against her skin, knowing they’d melt slowly from her body heat.

Leaving them to dissolve, he turned his attention to her face and breasts—kissing, sucking, and squeezing them for five long minutes, drawing breathy moans from her lips. When he finally glanced back at her navel, He was shocked.

All three chocolate pieces had vanished.

Not just melted—completely swallowed by her impossibly deep navel, leaving barely a trace. Her navel remained invitingly open, like a secret well that could never be filled.

“Fuck…” he growled, arousal and curiosity surging through him. Without hesitation, he sealed his mouth over her navel and sucked hard, his tongue lashing against the inner walls to reclaim every last trace of chocolate. The rich, sweet flavor mixed with her natural salt—a taste more intoxicating than he’d imagined.

Beneath him, Rani shuddered in pleasure, her moans pitching higher. “Haaah… yes…!” Her navel responded wildly, urging him deeper as her navel pulsed around his tongue—a living, hungry thing, rewarding his devotion with waves of tight warmth.

Raj had licked away almost all the chocolate, and now he was focused on measuring her deep, hungry navel. He took a honey bottle and filled its small 10ml cap to the top.

With trembling hands, he poured the golden honey into her navel—half a cap, then three-fourths… still it wasn’t full. His breath quickened. At last, the entire 10ml settled perfectly inside, her deep, tempting navel.

“I didn’t know a navel could be this deep,” Raj growled, awestruck. “This is a hungry navel—one that could swallow all this honey… maybe even the world.” He felt lucky to witness and enjoy such depth, his throat tight with desire.

Then he lowered himself, kissing and licking every drop of honey from her trembling navel. Each stroke of his tongue made Rani gasp, her body shivering with pleasure as he worshipped her navel completely. Raj savored the sweet taste and the way her navel tightened around him, lost in the heat between them.

Raj enjoyed her navel for ten straight minutes, but the sweetness still stayed deep inside. Determined, he promised himself he’d keep tasting her until sweetness was gone—but each time his tongue found a new curve or hidden spot in her trembling navel, the sweetness came back again.

“This is like a black hole,” he whispered against her skin, his voice low with awe. “Every time I think I’ve reached the end… there’s another secret. Another curve…” His tongue swirled deeper, tracing the soft walls as Rani quivered beneath him. “You’re not just a woman… you’re a navel goddess.”

Still, he couldn’t stop—every lick brought the sweetness back, every suck pulled fresh moans from her lips. Her navel wasn’t just deep; it was endless, a hidden world of pleasure that left Raj completely lost in her.

Raj, still mesmerized by her navel, suddenly gripped both sides of her waist and squeezed. His eyes devoured that perfect hollow like a starving predator—he needed to mark it, to claim this as his territory.

Rani tensed, seeing the hunger in his eyes. “Please don’t—” she began to beg, but Raj didn’t let her finish. He leaned in and bit her navel, making her cry out in shock and pleasure.

“AAAHHHH!” The pain and pleasure collided so violently that her body shook uncontrollably, her back arching off the bed. The force of her thrashing nearly tore the saree tied to her wrists and bedposts, the fabric straining against its knots. The sharp bite melted into a rush of bliss, pushing her to the brink of another climax.

Before she could catch her breath, he bit down again, harder this time, leaving the rim of her navel flushed red and etched with his teeth marks.

But Raj wasn’t satisfied. These marks would fade in weeks… and he wanted his claim to last forever.

Before Rani could even breathe, he struck again—this time sinking his teeth into the top rim of her navel, piercing the skin until his sharp canine slid into the hollow itself. The deep bite left a permanent mark, a tiny hole joining rim and depths.

“RAAAAAJJJJJJJ!” Rani screamed, her body jolting as if shocked. The pain was hot and searing, but when blood rose, Raj sealed his mouth over her navel and sucked hard, turning pain into intoxicating pleasure.

Her legs clamped around his back, pulling him closer as her world shrank to the spot where his tongue worked over her bleeding hollow. Every pull of his mouth sent new waves through her, her hips grinding against his face without control. In her frenzy, the saree binding her wrists tore apart—free the very next second, her hands flew to Raj’s head and shoved him deep into her navel without her even realizing it, as if her body had taken over.

Then it hit her—his mouth wasn’t just taking her blood, it was pulling her very soul from that sacred hollow. The sensation shattered her. She came hard, her back arching off the bed, thighs trembling, cries breaking into breathless, wordless sounds.

Raj drank it all in—the metallic taste of blood, the salt of her sweat, and the way her navel clenched and softened around nothing as pleasure destroyed her.

Raj was so horny he needed to be inside her right now. He tried to pull his head away from her navel, already positioning himself between her legs—but Rani caught his face in both hands, forcefully guiding him back to her quivering belly button.

“More… please… just there…” she begged, her voice wrecked, hips lifting to offer her navel like a sacred offering.

Raj swelled with pride and lust. Even after everything—the biting, the blood, the screaming pleasure—her navel still looked fresh and irresistible to him. He dove back in, alternating between sucking kisses and sharp bites, worshipping that perfect hollow like it was their first time.

Rani reacted like it was her first time being kissed there—like a virgin to his touch. Her back arched, stomach fluttered, and her whole body trembled violently beneath him. Each flick of his tongue made her gasp, each bite made her moan louder, as if she were discovering navel pleasure for the very first time.

Both were now dripping with need, bodies slick with sweat and desire. Raj positioned himself between her trembling thighs and entered her in one fierce thrust, claiming every inch of her.

What followed was pure lust—Raj made her scream until her voice was gone as he worshipped every one of her holes, but always returning to that deepest hollow of all (her navel), licking and biting the honey-glazed rim between thrusts. Taking his time, turning minutes into forever, making sure no part of her was left untouched by him.

After hours of relentless pleasure, Raj finally rose from the bed and began slowly dressing himself. He looked at Rani’s restless yet satisfied form—her torn saree barely covering her, blouse ripped open to reveal her breasts and honey-glazed navel. Her pussy and ass were wet and completely used. She was too tired to move.

A proud smile crossed his face at his sexwork. He watched her deep, sexy navel change shapes with each heavy breath, the movement tempting him all over again. Leaning down, he noticed a small trace of honey still glistening inside.

Wanting to give her navel a final touch, he began sucking and licking it hard and deep, using his full tongue to follow every curve and edge. He licked and sucked hard, drawing out the very last drop of honey from that deep navel, which he had claimed all night.

Rani let out a loud moan—“Aaaahhhhh!”—as her hands pressed Raj’s head and mouth deeper into her navel, making her forget her tiredness and sink into the pleasure. Even after everything, she still felt waves of satisfaction and bliss.

Raj looked at Rani’s face—flushed with pleasure and satisfaction—yet her navel still seemed hungry for his touch, silently begging to be tasted again, as if it already missed his tongue. It almost invited him to kiss it. Seeing this, he gave a sharp pinch to her sensitive navel, making her moan—“Mmh… mm…”

“Still so tempting,” he murmured, admiring her navel. Then, with a final smirk, he got up and said, “Until next time, Navelqueen,” and left the guesthouse.