Final Moan of a Hungry Navel

When Rani opened the door and saw Raj, she froze.

She gasped, shocked. “Raj? What… why are you here?” Her hand instinctively flew to her waist, checking that her saree was securely covering her navel.

Raj smiled politely. “I just need to talk to you for two minutes. Then I’ll leave right away.”

Rani, believing herself safe with Shekar present, let him inside. The moment the door shut behind them, his expression darkened.

“Tonight I’ll Rape you so hard that, you’ll forget the guesthouse Rape ever happened.

Rani’s blood ran cold. She turned toward Shekar—only to see him slumped over the table, unconscious, as if drugged.

Rani panicked. She turned and ran to the bedroom, desperately trying to slam the door shut. But Raj was too fast and too strong. He shoved it open effortlessly, forcing his way inside.

“Now Let’s see how loud you can really scream.”

But as he stepped into the room, he stopped. His eyes swept over the scene—the floor covered in rose petals, the air sweet with jasmine and vanilla, the bed adorned for a lover’s night, the honey and milk and fruits and sponge handcuffs laid out for foreplay.

For a moment, his cruel act felt like destiny. A dark, twisted joy surged through him. He felt like this was his first night with Rani.

He turned to her with a horrifying, possessive smile. “You prepared everything perfectly for me, Rani. I won’t disappoint you — I’ll make sure you never forget tonight. This will be the last time you breathe easy.”

The room was ready.
So was he.

Rani begged Raj for mercy, her voice shaking. “Please, leave me! Don’t touch me… I don’t want to cheat on my husband!”

But Raj wasn’t listening. “Oh my navel Rani,You have no idea how much I’ve missed your navel. How desperate I am to taste it again. First, I need to see it. Now.”

“Please… no… leave me,” Rani begged, her voice trembling.

“Don’t argue. Don’t resist. Just surrender,” he commanded. “If you cooperate, I’ll show you heaven. If you resist… I’ll show you hell.” As he spoke, he began to take off her saree.

Rani tried to fight him, twisting and turning like a doll, but he was too strong. He quickly pulled the saree off, leaving her standing in just her blouse and petticoat.

But she quickly crossed her arms over her stomach, hiding that deep navel from his view. Raj still hadn’t seen the navel he’d been dreaming about for month.

Feeling completely ashamed and scared, she turned and pressed herself against the wall, trying to cover her body.

Raj was desperate to see her navel, but she was stuck to the wall, showing only her back. That’s when he noticed something new—her hip folds. He saw two soft, curved lines connecting to her love handles, and the sight shocked him. It made him even more tempted.

He moved closer to her, his hands gently rubbing the soft curves of her hip folds. A strong, electric feeling rushed through him—his hands had been craving the touch of her smooth, creamy belly for so long. He softly squeezed her belly, making both of them feel excited and wanting more. Then he knelt down behind her, studying every curve and fold with hungry eyes.

Raj whispered, “Every part of your belly is pure magic—your navel, your love handles… and now these perfect folds. Everything about you tempts me. Everything drives me wild.”

As he spoke, he leaned forward and slowly kissed those soft hip folds. She moaned softly—”Ummm”—as he then slipped his tongue inside the folds, licking deeply and completely. Rani couldn’t stop another moan from escaping, a trembling “Aahhh” leaving her lips. Then, he gave each fold a gentle, teasing bite, sending shivers all through her body and making her lose all her resistance. Her belly had always been her weakest and most seductive point—and he knew it perfectly.

He gripped her love handles firmly and turned her toward him. Now she was facing him, but her hands still covered her navel. He gave her love handles a strong squeeze—the sudden rush of pleasure made her gasp, and without thinking, she moved her hands from her navel to grab his wrists.

And finally—he saw it.

That deep, hungry navel.

He stared, completely mesmerized. Her belly looked so soft and glowing, and her navel looked fresh and untouched. All the marks Raj had given her before were gone.

Then he remembered what Shekar had said—that he hadn’t touched her whole month because of the marks and the pain he had left. A dark happiness filled him. He was the last one to taste her navel, to enjoy it. And now, she was fresh again… and her navel was waiting.Her navel was ready to be worshipped, to be enjoyed all over again.

Her white saree was almost the same color as her skin, making her navel stand out like a deep, endless well. She was breathing heavily, standing before him like a navel goddess—her divine waist crowned by that hungry navel. With every breath, her belly trembled, and her navel shifted shapes, growing deeper, as if inviting his tongue inside… as if it were already missing his touch.

He was so lost in the moment that he placed his right hand on her hip, his left hand on her love handle, and squeezed them tightly while giving a strong, deep bite to her other love handle. The mix of sharp pain and sudden pleasure made Rani scream. The bite was so hard that the pain shocked her. She pushed Raj away with all her strength and tried to run, but he caught her right away. He pinned her down on the bed and held her there, not letting her move.

She cursed him, shouting, “Get lost, Raj! I can’t cheat on my husband! Please leave me! I can’t take this much pain!”

Raj understood her distress. He moved to the curve where he had bitten her and saw the dark red marks left by his teeth. Seeing the clear evidence of her pain, he softly kissed the spot, then began gently licking the mark with his tongue. The warmth and wetness of his tongue soothed the sharp sting, bringing a cooling relief and pleasure that slowly calmed her. Her cursing faded into shaky, uneven breaths.

“I’m sorry for being so rough with your belly,” he whispered. “I become an animal when I see your navel and your soft skin. But I won’t be rough with your navel—I’ll give you so much pleasure, you’ll be asking for more. Trust me.”

He continued, “And don’t be so loyal to your husband. He’s the one who sold you—and your navel—to me in that guesthouse. All of it was for his promotion.”

Rani was shocked. “No… that’s not true,” she whispered, refusing to believe it.

“Just think,” Raj said softly. “Who books a guesthouse and leaves his wife there alone at night? He brought you there and left you there—for me.”

Rani stood frozen, her mind refusing to accept what Raj had revealed. Determined to prove his words, Raj walked over to Shekar, who was still slumped at the dining table. He tightly bound Shekar’s hands, legs, and entire body to the heavy wooden dining chair, ensuring he couldn’t move at all. Then, he dragged the chair into the bedroom.

Shekar was still groggy from the drugged whiskey. Raj threw cold water on his face and slapped him hard. After about five minutes, Shekar’s eyes fluttered open, his vision blurry and his head throbbing.

The first thing he saw was Rani. Her saree pallu was missing, her hair was messy, her face was tear-stained and she was breathing heavily, her body glistening with sweat. He was tied to a chair, completely helpless. “Rani… what’s happening? I can’t understand…” he mumbled, his words slurred as the drug still clouded his mind.

Then his blurry gaze focused on her waist and the fresh, dark red bite mark on the curve of her belly. Instantly, his drowsiness vanished, replaced by panic and rage. “Why are you in just your blouse and petticoat? Where is your saree? What is that mark on your belly? Why am I tied up?!” he shouted, his body shaking against the restraints.

Just then, Raj stepped out from behind Rani. He moved close to her back, placing both his hands possessively on her waist curves. Seeing this, Shekar erupted. “Raj! I will kill you! Leave my wife, you bastard!”

But Rani’s voice cut through his shouts, cold and sharp. “Shekar… did you sell me to Raj for your promotion?”

Shekar fell silent, his face pale with fear and guilt. Rani asked again, her voice trembling with anger. “Answer me!”

Finally, Shekar nodded weakly, unable to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry, Rani… it was for our future…” he stammered, trying to explain, but Rani had already broken into tears, her body shaking with sobs.

Seeing her cry, Raj whispered from behind her, “Oh, my Rani, my queen… I came here to make you cry out in pleasure, not in pain. Tears don’t suit your beautiful face. As he spoke, his hands moved slowly near her navel, then he suddenly squeezed her navel forcing a sharp inhale from her. At the same time, he pressed his lips to her shoulder in a deep, possessive kiss.

Her crying stopped instantly, replaced by a low, helpless moan that escaped her lips. “Aaahhh…”

Seeing this, Shekar exploded with rage. “Raj, leave my wife! If I get free, I’ll kill you this instant!” he shouted, then turned to Rani, his voice pleading, “I’m sorry, please forgive me!”

But neither of them listened—they were already lost in a world of their own. Raj knelt down and began squeezing Rani’s navel with his hands, then kissed and bit her hip folds and the curve of her back. Soft moans escaped Rani—”Ummmm… yesss… ehhh”—as she gave in to the waves of pleasure.

Shekar, who could only see Rani from the front, watched Raj pressing her navel but couldn’t see him kissing and biting her from behind. “Raj, please… leave her… I’m begging you!” he cried out, but Raj didn’t stop.

After a couple of minutes, Raj turned to Shekar and said, “You were asking Rani about this mark, right? Now let me show you how it’s made.” He moved to the untouched curve of her waist, gazed at her soft skin, and said, “Shekar, you’re one lucky bastard. Look at this milky, soft, creamy belly—you get to see this every day.” He kissed her curve gently. Rani smiled and bit her lip, while Shekar kept begging, “Please… no…”

Then Raj said quietly, “Now… it’s time for the bite.” He put his teeth into the soft curve of her waist, biting down slowly but strongly. He bit her waist curve and pulled it, stretching it like pizza cheese. Rani had just enough soft belly fat that her skin stretched beautifully under his mouth. He felt his mouth fill perfectly with her softness, and it felt incredibly satisfying.

Rani moaned loudly, “Aaahhhhhhahhh…” and her hands pressed Raj’s face deeper into her waist, begging without words for more.

“Watching Raj claim Rani’s belly—marking her soft curves, biting her love handles while she moaned in pleasure—shattered Shekar, leaving him utterly broken.”

Raj gently pushed Rani onto the bed, her breath coming in heavy, excited waves. She looked like an angel on her wedding night—soft, willing, her body and navel fully surrendered to him. She was ready to be consumed by pleasure, to be utterly spoiled by his touch.

He could see the raw hunger burning in her eyes. She wanted her navel to be completely destroyed—fully eaten by Raj—and him inside her desperately. Her breasts, slick with sweat, rose and fell with each heavy breath, bouncing in a sexy rhythm. She lay on the bed in a way that showed off her full belly and navel, glowing beautifully under the soft light.

She began to seduce him, breathing heavily on purpose—each breath made her navel look deeper, more inviting. She moved her waist slowly and sensually, letting every soft curve and fold of her belly show in a teasing display. Her navel looked deeper than ever, a perfect, dark hollow calling out to him, begging to be tasted, touched, and taken.

Now Raj moved to her belly and began kissing every part except her navel. This made Rani smile and breathe heavily with anticipation. He then started licking her belly, moving closer and closer to her navel. His tongue came so near it almost touched the rim—but he stopped right before, making Rani moan, “Raajj, noo… don’t… ahhh… tease meee…”

Raj then began to give soft, teasing bites all over her belly, sending waves of pleasure through Rani. When he moved near her navel again, he gave a strong, tempting bite dangerously close to it, making her cry out, “Raaaajjjj!” Her hands grabbed his head, trying to push his mouth toward her navel, but Raj resisted. Instead, he leaned close and blew a soft stream of air into her navel, driving Rani wild with need.

Lost in the sensation, she finally begged, “Please… eat it… I can’t take it anymore…”

Hearing this, Shekar realized that Rani shared the same navel fetish as Raj—and that it was her most sensitive, irresistible spot.

Now Raj said, “I want to eat this right now, but it actually deserves punishment. You told Nalini about my navel fetish—which helped me enjoy her and her navel. But what if she didn’t have a navel fetish? I would have been in great trouble. That’s why you deserve to be punished.”

Hearing this, both Rani and Shekar were shocked—realizing he had also enjoyed beautiful Nalini and her navel.

Saying this, he moved above her on the bed, took her hands, and locked them under his knees. He then took out the chocolate wax candle, lit it, and began pouring the hot wax over the curves of her belly.

Rani screamed, “Ahhh, nooo!” as the burning sensation overwhelmed her. The wax was causing intense pain. But then Raj leaned down and licked the wax off her waist curve. The sudden cool relief mixed with pleasure made her moan, “Ummm…” The chocolate wax, which should have tasted sour, now carried the salty-sweet flavor of her skin, making it strangely intoxicating.

He continued pouring wax all over her belly—everywhere except her navel. Rani cried out, “Nooo, ahhh, please… ufff… I can’t take this pain!” Her whole belly turned red, trembling as she begged him to stop.

Finally, Raj licked all the wax off her belly. The relief was so intense it sent waves of pleasure through Rani. She screamed, “Ahh, yesss… umm,” and began rubbing her thighs together in ecstasy.

“Sorry… enough punishment… please eat my navel now,” Rani pleaded.

But Raj replied darkly, “The punishment has only just begun. This was all a teaser. That deep hole deserves the real punishment.”

Hearing this, she grew truly scared.

Raj then started pouring the hot wax directly into her navel. The first drop hit the rim and began to slowly trickle down the inner walls. Rani screamed out, “Noooo!” as the burning pain spread, but the wax couldn’t reach the very bottom—her navel was simply too deep.

He poured more drops, each one making her cry out, “Rajj, please! I’m sorry!” But Raj didn’t stop. Seeing that the wax still wasn’t reaching the deepest part, he used his fingers to gently stretch open the rim of her deep, hungry navel. He poured the chocolate wax again, and this time, a drop finally hit the very end of her navel.

She moaned, “Ahhhhh, nooo!” Her body trembled, and she desperately tried to free her hands—wanting to push his mouth onto her wax-filled navel to soothe the burn. But Raj had her hands locked firmly under his knees.

She thrashed wildly, begging and pleading. He poured more hot drops into her navel, and the pain became too much to bear. Then, in a surprising move, she wrapped her legs around Raj’s neck and pulled his head down toward her navel, lifting her hips to perfectly offer her navel to his mouth.

Raj was shocked by her boldness. “Ple`aseeeeee, Raaajjj… have it!” she begged.

Her desperate pleas drove him even wilder with desire. He threw the candle aside, squeezed both her love handles tightly, and blew a slow stream of air deep into her navel. The teasing sensation made Rani arch her back and beg, “I can’t… Raj, please…!”

He finally started kissing and sucking her navel like a madman. For a whole month, he had missed her navel and craved to have it. When his lips touched her navel again, he felt so happy—his lips had been missing this navel, the taste of her skin, the feel of that deep hollow against his mouth.

Raj was filled with pleasure, while Rani melted under the relief from pain and the overwhelming joy of her navel being loved after so long. They were both completely lost in the moment, taken over by pure desire.

Watching them, Shekar burned with anger and jealousy. He shouted and struggled, but he was completely helpless—forced to watch as Raj enjoyed her fresh, hungry navel right in front of him. This was the same navel Shekar had missed and ignored all these days, the same one he had wanted to taste fresh tonight.

Raj kissed and sucked her navel for a long time. Hearing Shekar shouting in the background, he turned toward him and said, “You fool! How could you control yourself for a whole month without tasting her or her navel? I can’t even control myself for one day. You’re truly a fool. Her navel deserves the best. Do you even know how sexy and deep it is? If you had enjoyed it the right way, you would never have left her untouched for 30 days. Let me show you just how deep and sexy her navel is.”

He took his little finger and pushed it into her navel—half his finger disappeared inside. Rani was breathing heavily. Raj pushed deeper, and 70 percent of his finger vanished. Shekar was shocked.

Raj said, “See how deep her navel is? My tongue has to fight to reach the very end. I have to stretch it as far as it can go just to touch the bottom. Don’t believe me? I’ll show you.”

He began licking her navel and freed Rani’s hands from under his knees. Shekar started shouting again, “No! Noooo! I’ll kill you!” But Raj didn’t stop. He licked every part of her navel, enjoying it fully, while Rani held his head with her hands and pushed him deeper into her navel, moaning with pleasure.

Raj then stretched his tongue as far as he could, trying to reach the very end of her navel. He showed Shekar that even with his full effort, he still couldn’t touch the bottom. His tongue went as deep as it could into her navel, finally reaching the leftover wax at the very bottom. He felt a rush of happiness, and Rani felt a wave of desire.

He moved his tongue in circles, cleaning the wax away. Rani’s body shivered with pleasure, and she moaned “Ahhhh…” loudly, completely lost in the feeling.

Raj finished licking the wax from her navel completely. Then he took the honey bottle, filled the 10ml cap with honey, and poured all of it into her deep navel. Her navel swallowed the entire 10ml—not a single drop spilled out. Seeing this, Shekar’s mouth watered.

Without wasting a moment, Raj squeezed her curves and started licking her navel. Rani was shocked and let out a sharp scream. He licked the honey so intensely, exploring every curve and every hidden corner of her navel, that Rani began to lose her mind. She started rubbing herself between her legs, driven wild by the pleasure.

Seeing her reaction, Raj wanted to make her even more aroused. He began thrusting his tongue in and out of her navel rapidly like giving her navel deep, fast tongue strokes. The sensation sent Rani to heaven it felt even more intense than actual sex, as if he were stroking her pussy with his dick.

Then Rani started moaning heavily, “Raj… Raj… Raj…” Hearing this, Raj understood she was about to climax. He gave her navel a big, strong bite, which sent Rani into a state of overwhelming ecstasy. She used her hands and legs to push his head even deeper into her navel as she reached her peak, moaning “Aahhhhhh… ahhh… ahhhh…”

When she finally came, her entire petticoat was soaked through.

Raj saw Rani breathing heavily, her body still shaking, and he was also incredibly horny by now. Rani begged him, “Get inside me, I am dying,” but Raj was still not satisfied. He wanted to tease her and make her beg more. He started kissing her navel again, licking around it, touching the navel rim but not going inside just to tease her. She reacted as if it were her first time being touched there like a virgin to his touch—and cried out, “Raj, please, I can’t… ahhh… fuck me.”

Shekar shouted, “No way! Please, I beg you, please!”

Raj laughed, removed her petticoat, spread her legs, and positioned himself between her trembling thighs. He tried to enter her but couldn’t—she was pure for a whole month. He tried again but still couldn’t get in.

Shekar pleaded, “Please, no! I beg you, this is not good… please leave her!”
Hearing this, Raj pushed forcefully and finally entered her.

Rani screamed, “Raaaaajjjjj!”—the loudest she had ever been—and Shekar understood everything, shouting, “Nooooo!”

Raj said to Shekar, “This isn’t just good… it’s perfect. See how perfectly we fit.” He started stroking her, and she moaned, “Ahhh… ahhh… Raajj…” Her hips began moving with his rhythm as his dick claimed every inch of her.

While stroking, Raj moved his mouth to her navel and started kissing and biting it. This gave Rani the feeling of double pleasure—from the sex and from her navel being worshipped. She moaned heavily until her voice gave out, and Raj enjoyed her whole body fully—using every hole of her to the fullest, especially that deep, hungry hole(her navel).

They were both lost in pleasure for a very long time. After hours of relentless pleasure, Rani couldn’t speak, move, or breathe normally.

Raj woke up from the bed, dressed, gave a kiss to Rani’s head, and said, “From now on, I won’t trouble you guys.” He saw her navel, which was changing shapes and becoming deeper due to her heavy breathing. Raj was horny again, but seeing Rani in that condition, he just gave a deep kiss to her navel and said, “I’ll miss you more than anyone, my navel,” and left.