9-1 Agung Penetrates Queen Cempaka’s Barrier
With unwavering determination, Agung finally managed to break through the mystical barrier guarding Mount Bromo.
Yet beyond the veil, he could only discern faint, shifting shadows of women drifting through thick, swirling mist.
His spiritual hearing, however, caught soft, breathless sounds — the sweet moans of women lost in pleasure.
“Ooh… my lord… it feels so wonderful…”
Those tender voices echoed over and over again, resounding deep within his soul.
But Agung could not yet see the faces or forms belonging to them.
He settled back into a cross‑legged posture, closed his eyes, and began chanting ancient, powerful mantras meant to pierce the very fabric of the spirit realm.
He focused his entire mind and being toward the highest peak of Mount Bromo.
Slowly, the heavy fog surrounding the summit began to thin and clear.
He saw several women gathered around a young man, his body bare and exposed.
Suddenly, his spiritual vision turned completely black.
An invisible force struck him hard, hurling his body backward until he crashed violently into the trunk of a massive tree.
THUD…!!!
Agung: “Ouch…”
He opened his eyes, his chest tight and heavy as if crushed by an unseen weight.
A thin stream of blood trickled from the corner of his lips.
Agung: “What in the world just happened?”
Meanwhile…
Far away within her realm, Queen Cempaka instantly sensed the intrusion upon her defenses.
Queen Cempaka: “How dare any soul attempt to spy upon my kingdom!”
She clenched her hands into fists, closed her eyes, and concentrated her immense power.
Wisps of pale smoke coiled and rose from between her fingers as she lowered herself into a firm, ready stance, prepared to unleash destruction.
In her inner sight, she saw clearly: a young man seated cross‑legged, pushing relentlessly against the barrier she herself had woven.
Queen Cempaka: “Insolent fool!
From Mount Slamet… a disciple of that scoundrel Ki Ronggo Ireng!”
With a sharp, sweeping motion, she drove both palms forward.
WHOOSH…!!!
A blast of blinding mystical energy shot forth like lightning, traveling instantly across the distance to strike Agung where he still sat meditating.
BAM…!!!
Agung: “Who are these beings truly?
How can their power be so overwhelming?”
He wiped the blood from his chin with the back of his hand, his expression heavy with confusion.
Agung: “Are they mortals… or are they spirits of great power?”
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9-2 Bariyah, Cariyah, and Dariyah
Agung: “Master… while I tried to breach Mount Bromo’s barrier, I managed to catch but a fleeting glimpse of what lies within.”
Ki Ronggo’s eyes widened in surprise.
On either side of him, Bariyah and Dariyah clung affectionately to his body, warm and soft against him.
Ki Ronggo: “You truly broke through, even if only for a moment?”
Agung nodded slowly.
Behind him, Cariyah wrapped her arms tenderly around his torso, pressing the fullness of her breasts firmly against his back.
Cariyah whispered softly into his ear, her voice thick with longing.
Cariyah: “I have missed you so much, Agung…”
Agung turned his head slightly, whispering back in reply.
Agung: “And I have missed you too.
Can you not feel how my body burns for you even now?”
Cariyah smiled knowingly, her eyes glistening with desire.
Her hand slipped smoothly beneath the edge of his simple loincloth, finding him ready and waiting — caressing, squeezing, and stroking his length with slow, practiced care.
Agung’s eyelids drooped half‑shut as waves of pleasure washed over him.
The biting cold of Mount Slamet’s air suddenly felt warm and welcoming, banished entirely by her soft, skillful touch.
Agung: “Yes, Master… I saw enough to know their strength is immense.”
Ki Ronggo: “No doubt the guardian of that barrier — Queen Cempaka herself — struck back in rage the moment you trespassed?”
Agung: “Exactly so, Master.
In an instant, my vision turned dark, and I was thrown back as if struck by a giant’s fist.”
Ki Ronggo nodded slowly, his left hand roaming to rest upon Bariyah’s smooth, warm thigh, squeezing gently.
Ki Ronggo: “That is her way, Agung.
Once long ago, merely for trying to peek past her veil, she left me bedridden and aching for three full days.”
Agung reached out and drew Dariyah closer, guiding her to sit upon his lap.
Ki Ronggo watched with a lustful grin as Agung now drew Cariyah into his embrace, his gaze hungry and approving.
Ki Ronggo: “Let this be a warning — be ever watchful and careful.
Queen Cempaka knows exactly who you are now.”
Agung: “I shall heed your words well, Master.”
Cariyah shifted to sit facing away from him, settling her back snugly against Agung’s chest.
Together, both turned their gaze toward Ki Ronggo.
They saw him kneading and fondling Bariyah’s full, yielding breasts, while Dariyah knelt between his legs, already lavishing tender, devoted attention upon his manhood through his garments.
Cariyah’s soft, rounded hips pressed firmly down against Agung’s now fully hardened, throbbing length.
Agung lifted her hips slightly, pushing his own clothing aside to free his rigid shaft, standing tall and eager for her.
He soon realized she wore nothing beneath her loose wrap at all.
Feeling his readiness, she loosened the fabric and let it slip down past her waist, baring her lower half completely.
PLUNK…!!!
Agung guided himself into her warmth, lowering her hips slowly with both hands until he sank fully home inside her.
Cariyah: “Ahh… yes… my love…”
Agung’s eyes drifted half‑shut in bliss.
Cariyah remained still, his length buried deep within her welcoming softness as if they were made to fit one another.
And even as their bodies were joined so intimately, Agung continued speaking calmly with his master, leaving himself nestled deep inside her as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Agung: “How shall we avoid drawing Queen Cempaka’s wrath, Master?
Her power is terrifying.”
Ki Ronggo’s own eyes were now heavy‑lidded with pleasure, his breath coming in short gasps as Dariyah tended to him with growing skill and fervor.
Ki Ronggo: “This is far more dangerous than you imagine, Agung… far more.”
Agung: “In what way, Master?”
Ki Ronggo: “Queen Cempaka does not even need to leave her mountain to destroy us utterly.
That is the true terror of her power.”
Agung: “You speak the truth.
She could unleash a deadly curse or strike us down from afar without ever stepping foot from her realm.”
Ki Ronggo nodded in agreement, his body trembling softly from the intense pleasure Dariyah gave him, too lost in bliss to say more.
For a moment, both fell silent.
The shadow of fear before Queen Cempaka’s terrible might hung heavy over them — yet the overwhelming warmth and delight coursing through their bodies pushed all dread aside, leaving only the sweet, all‑consuming pleasure of the moment.
TO BE CONTINUED…