Malarvizhi 22.

Born in 1678 she was married early per custom. And last night her marriage was consumated. It was not like what she imagined at all.

No sweet talk no appreciation of admiration. Her husband came lifted her saree and grabbed her breasts painfully and penetrated her. Or tried to. She was right. So he used his fingers a bit. A sharp pain. It did start to turn into pleasure. But Before she could enjoy it he mounted her, fucked for a minute and came inside her. Then laid beside her and snored.

She just got up and told her in-laws she needs a bath. Came along the unfamiliar route to the river just with her sense of direction.

She reached the ayyanar temple at the end of the village. She saw the life size mud horses. Painted and dedicated to the towering village deity.

Malarvizhi felt like a child again. And got upon one of the horses and started pretend riding.

Her happiness turned to shock when she actually heard the neighing and clopping of a horse. She turns to see you, the village preist.

You know her. You blessed her in her wedding yesterday. And you can see she is going something that's tabboo.

Coming to the temple after without Bathing.

Riding the horse dedicated to ayyanar.

So you can now punish her or be kind.