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Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 01

By: csn61



Ch 1- The Assignment begins

Prince at Home gets a Visitor:

[Note:- Close on the heels of the 'The Impregnator' series of mine which gained a lot of appreciation, here is another story set in the Medieval Indian Monarchical era, with Kings and Queens and glamorous palaces where crimes and sins take place in High Places!!

GIVE ME THREE CHAPTERS' TIME TO FULLY DEVELOP THE THEME AND THEN I WILL GIVE YOU LOTS AND LOTS OF EXCITING SEX.

This is another experiment in the Sex CUM- Mystery genre, hopefully which would go down well. All comments may please be mailed through the link below.]



 -1-

I looked out of the Silk curtain-clad windows of my Private quarters and saw the lush green lawns outside and young maids playfully chasing each other in bright sunshine there. Tinkles of their laughter wafted across the Palace floors. It was so quiet that I could hear the rustling of their silk gowns and jingles of their anklets as they ran around.

One of the maids there called Rathi was my personal attendant. I mean she attended to all my needs and I used her services liberally. When I say 'all', the learned readers would include lovemaking and they wouldn't be wrong.

Well, being a Crown Prince of a prosperous State in medieval India certainly had its privileges. I was one. My father, King Kadamba had a vast king prosperous kingdom and I was his only son. 

They called me Keyura. Keyura in Sanskrit simply meant Necklace or ornament. It is entirely another matter that in our local lingo it also meant 'Fucking strongly'. It fitted my credentials either way; I mean the way I behaved in the Palace. Humour apart I was a well-educated Prince Having mastered 64 vidyas or types of educational training. One of the main assets I was hailed for was that I had mastered the art of Detection or Gudacharya. I was a veteran Detective, if situations called for such a faculty to be put to use.

Right now, I was getting horny looking at the beautiful silk clad maids lifting up their gowns so as not to trip while running, exhibiting their smooth legs and thighs in the process. I had a secret whistle for Rathi, my assistant and I used it now.

She turned as she as she heard it and I could she was gasping for breath as the contours of her ample breasts heaved under her vest.

"Yes, My Prince...." she answered, her mellifluous voice was music to my ears.

She came running up the marble stair back into my private quarters, leaving the other maids behind.

She threw aside the Blue velvet curtains to my Bedroom and entered with a flourish I had always liked. She was so energetic and enthusiastic besides being a dedicated and obedient maid.

I looked at her in appreciation as she stood catching her breath.

She was around 5 ft 8 in tall, rosy complexioned, sparkling eyes and sleek nose set in a pretty oval face and her black curly hairs damp with sweat falling over as a quiff. She was wearing a white silk gown with deep neckline revealing her bobbing globes of breasts straining against the cloth. Her waist was not nearly hour-glass as she was on the plumper side, hailing from a well-to–do family of fruit growers in the country side. Her hips flared promisingly curvaceous and I knew what hid in the gowns all too well.

My cock sprang to attention, remembering the last encounter almost a week ago with this charming female specimen on the festival of Colours, Holi.

She had deliberately overfed me some sweets mixed with bhang (a local in toxicant) and an aphrodisiac. She had happily paid the price for her mischief as I had developed a raging hard-on and had whisked her away from everyone's sight to a granite bench behind tall bushes in the garden where the festivities were held, and had almost ripped her clothes away to reveal her exciting pink body and heaving superb boobs tipped with roseate hard nipples. I had feasted on them laving and sucking liberally making her mewl madly and she had scratched me in intoxicated ecstasy muttering,' Keyu, Keyu' to which I had quickly complied, applying my 8 inch thick royal prick into her pink inviting vulva bisecting her thighs apart . She had twined her slim legs around my waist as I had plundered her youthful womb vigorously sweating and gasping profusely, my balls thumping a beat on her soft cushioned derriere till we had exploded like twin volcanoes, making enough noise for the peaceful birds nesting in the nearby trees flee in fright.

Later she had sucked me back to full but painful erection sooner than I had expected, playfully scratching the sensitive underside of my testicles with her painted fingernails. I was almost on the edge and was slapping my palms on her exposed rounded buttocks encouraging her to hurry up.

She had gotten up wiping her mouth off my pre- cum, satisfied like a cat does with cream and had mounted me on the cold stone granite like a lap dancer. And my turgid cock had penetrated her succulent pussy like a hot knife into butter.

She had jumped up and down energetically plunging my royal cock in and out and I had held on to her jumping tits, which sometimes brushed my own chest tantalisingly and pummelled her from below in equal measure.

'Keyu, My dear sweet Prince, my Master...' she had squealed and mewled when I had burst in her spilling my hot seed deep in her womb, a second time in less than an hour. Her lusty moans had sounded to my ears, more melodious than the sweet chirping of the Koels and Nightingale birds from the nearby trees of the Royal Garden .

The very thought of the vigorous passionate session had me fully erect and I rose to embrace Rathi who flopped into my arms. Her skin was wet with sweat and exertion of playing in the garden and her heart was thudding madly. My hands cupped her rotund ass even as her soft tits squashed against my chest, her nipples burning holes through the silks.

She always smelt nice and her lips were hot and fluid as I kissed her full.

My raging erection was nosing its way below into the confines of her clothes and trying to find a way in already.


We had just flopped down on my couch itself, a little distance away from my main Royal Bed, when there was a sound near the doorway and a messenger cleared his throat.

"May I come in, Prince Keyura?" asked he.

It is not often that I am disturbed thus, so early in the day before my morning ablutions, so this had to be something important.

Reluctantly Rathi left my embrace and sat a decent distance away and rearranged her clothes.

"Come in, messenger"

I permitted him, brushing my hair into place hurriedly with fingers. I was sitting, so erection was not prominently visible below the loose silken robes.

-2-

The messenger who came in was clad in Royal attire which only meant he was my Father's staff. Mine wore a different uniform. So it was a State matter.

He held out a silken cloth letter which I took and opened.

It was addressed to me and sent through my Father who had countersigned.

The letter was written by King Muduka Rao of neighbouring Yonipura State . 

He was a distant relative on my aunt's side. 

He had written an interesting it astonishing story which went thus:

He had developed a Master Plan strategy for conquest of enemy States and defence of his own kingdom with the help of his Commander-in- Chief, Senani and Mantrik, his Magician cum astrologer who had also practised witchcraft.

Now this Commander-in chief had been murdered a month or so ago on a holiday away from State and a war which took place soon after had turned out into an embarrassing defeat as the Enemy had come to know of his plans in advance. The alarm bells started ringing then that something was seriously wrong with the security in the palace.

Now a few weeks ago his magician astrologer the only other person who had known about the Master plan had gone missing in the forest where he had gone to collect some medicinal herbs routinely. He was not traced so far.

The King Muduka Rao, a grand Old man in his Seventies who was married with four beautiful queens younger to him, knew more than to procrastinate further by not calling for an investigation. He stated that apart from His queens no one else had any inkling of the location or contents of the Plan. Many of his queens he had married apart from is First wife and the reigning Queen Praudha, had in fact been the daughters or sisters of the losing Kings in several wars he had fought and won over the years. So it was a mixed bunch and he was not sure their loyalties did not lie elsewhere. Besides, many were too young for him as well.

Such being the case, he was worried if there was a traitor was in fact one among his queens or someone close to them in his Harem.

Now, he had come to me requesting my father to relieve me for such an assignment to investigate properly using discretion and my being both a handsome Prince and a detective to boot could only make it a bit wiser than assigning it to someone of his own. He thought I could probe and make in-roads among his queens easily. (Now, don't laugh, that is what he actually said.)

That said, being a master Strategist and one who liked mystery he had chosen that I would stay as a guest in his palace ostensibly to learn music and dance from his Court Singer and Dancer. I was to socialise freely with the queens and proceed secretively on my mission in his Harem. I was to have two female security guards that he trusted implicitly for a 24 hour body-guarding. Male guards were not allowed in Harem.

Lastly on a mission like this I would come alone and not involve any of my personal staff for security reasons.

I had half the mind to tear the letter in half and forget all about it. I looked at Rathi and she smiled and said, "Dear Prince, let me know what is the matter and I will advise" 

Yes, she was my Advisor too in many matters and knew what was best for me always.

I asked the messenger to leave and explained the whole matter to Rathi.

Her initial reaction was startling. She jumped up and said, 

'Yes, you have to do it. And you can do it...'

I asked unbelievingly,

"Are you bananas? How do you expect me to live there and find out their dirty secrets?"

She smiled knowingly and her cheeks dimpled nicely.

"Well, the implications are obvious, My Prince. He says you have to use all your faculties and no holds barred and I could think of no one better than you to make those young queens to spill their beans..."

I stared at her at the implications of her naughty tone.

"You see, we have already perfected the art of passionate persuasions in very many ways...In a nutshell, you spill the seed and the results will germinate!"



I was aghast and went red in the face. This wasn't agriculture she was talking about.

"I'll be damned...all the while I was thinking you were smart..."

She shrugged her beautiful shoulders and said,

"Well I know that your strengths are their weaknesses...Are you shying away from a bevy of hungry queens and refuse an Old Uncle in distress?"

I made a vain protest. I could do that in front of her but certainly not in front of my Father.

"Beautiful, dangerous and betraying females are more deadly than the Male", I said almost philosophically.

Rathi stood up. Her chin showed she was determined.

"There is only one way to find out about that in a woman...Dig deep. Probe and ye shall succeed..."

With such a mischievous double entendre, she asked for my hand and said,

"Come, let us go to the King and you have to give your assent to him"

I got up and said finally," Its all very well for you... You will be safe and secure here. I will be alone"

Rathi shoved me playfully to the door.

"Alone and you, I daresay, no .You will enjoy the variety and probably come back more experienced. Let me be the judge of that!"

You see, we were living in the Golden era of Kama sutra then.

Then looking at my desolate face, she added,

"I will pay weekly visits to you and so we will be in ...ahem, 'touch' with each other...We can talk and exchange, you know..." She was so naughty and was actually enjoying all this.

I spanked her once on her ample rump making a swatting noise and we left my Quarters, with her in tow, rubbing her ass where I had smacked.



END OF Ch 1

Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 02



Ch 2- The Prince sets out on a mission

-1-

My Father, King Kadamba was sitting in his Private meeting room alone looking at some notes that he had made. When Rathi and I entered his Chambers, he waved the Guards away as he knew the meeting of this kind had to be in camera.

He twirled his greying moustache and rose and hugged me warmly and looked at me with pride of a herdsman sending his bull on to a Public fight. I was all of twenty five years now.

"So", he started, "You are rearing to go, now aren't you?"

Rathi interjected," Well, Your Majesty, 'Rearing' is an understatement, 'aching' to go might just be right "and giggled.

Father had deliberately planted this mischievous witch onto me a year ago to 'groom me', as he had felt that I needed one and so never took her points amiss. 

"What is your assessment of our Prince's capabilities in a sensitive assignment of this Kind, My dear?" he asked.

They were not even allowing me to put a word in.

"The Prince's performance on this front of making damsels 'spill their...ahem... beans' is nothing short of phenomenal, Your Majesty and I can vouch for it!", She said proudly. "He really turns the screws on". 

It was no secret that I had bedded all the willing maids in the Palace during the so-called 'grooming'.

Father did not suppress a laugh this time. 

I said diffidently,

"So you have decided that I should go and solve some mystery in that Kingdom now, have you... spending my valuable time, is that it?"

"Well, No pains, No gains, my son. Besides as you sow, so you reap" , he shrugged, enjoying my predicament.

Today seemed like the Annual Gags Day around here. 

I glared.

"Are you seriously objecting now, Prince Keyura?" Father asked authoritatively.

I did not want to break his heart. 

I complied,

"I am most willing to be service in the interests of Your Majesty. Besides it looks like a piece of action I wouldn't want to miss. The art of Detection needs regular practice, you see"

The King's eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Practice makes you perfect....Indeed, you will have a number of quarries to hone your skills, I believe, as King Mududka has an enviable 'anthahpura' (harem in Sanskrit) in this part of the world" He said envyingly.

"Go find out if this is an inside job and involves someone he trusts most..."

Rathi prodded me in the ribs and tinkled,

"What goes on inside has to come outside, dear King and our Prince will certainly expose what lies beneath..."

I stopped her before she could get any cornier,

"Alright, Rathi, go and pack my things for an early departure and see to the arrangements"

Rathi reluctantly got up and said mock seriously,

"Surely, I will see to it that you are discharged at the stroke of dawn, my Prince", winked, bowed and left me wondering as to her intentions.

-2-

It was agreed that I would leave at the next dawn and my own chariot would drive me only till the end of the Kingdom whereupon King Muduka's personal chariot would take over, transport me the rest of the way into his Kingdom as was the custom those days. They prided themselves on such gestures of hospitality those days.

I spent the day long and hard. I had spent some time on minor missions earlier that called upon my faculty of detection, mostly on smaller crimes in my own kingdom. I had succeeded in nabbing the culprit unfailingly each time.

But this seemed to be on a much larger canvass, and was set in an alien land. I would be working alone, leading a double life. It was going to a tightrope walk. There would be dangers involved, strangers to be trusted and strategies to be formulated, not always with my Rathi available at my beck and call. She would only be paying occasional visits, she had said.

I spent the night fitfully turning sides as always with the beginning of a secret mission.

I dreamt at last that I was sitting on lake side and Rathi was at my side . We were hugging and kissing. My hands tested the pliant yet firm boobs of hers. She moaned lustily and rested her head on my lap. I was naked below except for a loin cloth..

She quickly unshackled my straining cock from its gird and the cool air on the hot stem raised goose bumps in me. Her soft curly hair caressed my thighs as she sucked and I moaned uncontrollably.

And I woke up.

It was no dream, thankfully and it was happening right on my bed.

It was also Rathi live. I was almost there as she energetically bobbed her head on my straining pulsating cock and slurped on it.

But that was as far as it went.

There was big gong of a bell outside the quarters announcing my wake-up time.

I would have let it continue, but it was Rathi who had pulled away. She wiped her lips and straightened her vest to cover her rounded breasts tipped with delicious looking pink nipples.

"Rise and shine, my Prince" she said teasingly, cranking her forefinger at me

"I was doing exactly that, I thought..." I croaked, looking sadly at my shrivelling cock, shining with her saliva.

"Now get going, sir...The rest of the action will have to wait, I am sorry"

She could be quite a disciplinarian at times. 

I sighed and raised myself up and asked her, as she trotted out.

"So this is what you meant yesterday about 'getting me discharged at dawn' now, is it?"

She turned, her cheeks turning rosy, and whispered,

"Well... I will be escorting you till the Border in the chariot, I'd planned.." and vanished. I ran to the bathroom in a hurry encouraged by the promise.



-3-

I bade farewell to my Father and other Staff and came out. Rathi had already packed my kit. It contained a veritable collection of personal clothes, my disguise kits, my Royal sword, Knives and sundry.

The Chariot stood silver and silk shining in bright sunlight, drawn by two thoroughbred whites and manned by Savari, my charioteer

Rathi stood smiling next to the cabin. The cabin, you see had rose wooden walls and a small window with silk curtains. It was topped with a non acoustic ceiling and carried my Flag on a short mast .What I mean is the Driver would be quite oblivious to any sounds produced inside.

The Flag showed a flower and a bee sitting on it. That was not the National flag, but something I had chosen at Rathi's behest for a personal car.

She offered me her dainty Brown hands to help me the single step to inside.

She smelled nice. Like the flower on the flag. She was wearing a rose skirt and matching vest. A Pearl necklace had settled cosily in her tempting cleavage

I was eager to know what she was under the dress.

A pair of silver anklets adorned her soft feet.

The journey started soon after Rathi sat with me and closed the cabin door shutting out the world except for the air ventilating through the small window.

It was cool in the wintry dawn outside but you bet we were not.

We had been twice interrupted recently and I took her forcibly in my arms and kissed her sweet tasting lips and her mercurial tongue entwined with mine even as the chariot rolled on bumping through the countryside.

I took time to explore her smooth calves, and ran my naughty hand up her thigh towards the prize. She sucked her breath and since we were kissing it became a throaty gurgle and excited my senses even more.

As I found that my hand met her silky bush covering her steamy womanhood beneath, it was my turn to suck and the results were the same as before. It became a lusty free–for- all as we divested each other of our clothing. I readjusted myself on the silky seat to allow her more play; and play she did and how.

Even as she knelt in the cramped confines of the cabin floor to expose my lethal weapon , I all but tore her silk blouse to expose her naked torso an back.

My hands now cupped the firm tipped supple boobs of her and my toes of my right foot somehow managed to snake into her pussy wedging through her thighs as she knelt at my feet.

You understand we were doing a critical exercise in passion play, not chronicled even in the Kamasutra but I always like novelty.

Her mouth felt heavenly closing in around my turgid pole and she sucked vigorously, her fingers cupping the sac of my balls and rolling them playfully as her tongue lapped all around and over the stem.

My fingers encircled her taut nipples and rolled them over and she sighed and sucked he breath again, this time the mouth full of my heated manflesh.

Sensations became delirious as my lucky toes curled into the wet insides of her heated young pussy and her labia clamped on my bog toe. Her juices flowed out all over my foot and trickled over the heel to the cabin floor beneath.

When we had had enough of such uncommon foreplay, I raised her supple naked form in the semi dark confines of the chariot cabin for a more fulfilling occupation.

The cabin filled with the odours of our sweat and juices. The smell of sex was heady.

We sat cross wise now facing each other longitudinally on the twin seats and our legs touched the sides of each others thighs. She said huskily, "Prince, it will be a long time before we meet thus..."

With that she drew me over her. 

"We can make it a good lasting one..."I replied and my cock was poised over her wet waiting centre and I was balancing myself perilously on two hands and managed to drive home my point about 'making it last' with conviction swiftly.

Her tight pussy sheath encircled my hot cock as I cleaved into her and pumped rhythmically in and out. The chariot was perhaps on a bad stretch of road now and the bumps were more pronounced but we were not objecting as that only added to our mutual pleasure.

Her pussy felt wet and juicy and my cock was only too eager to please the demands of her inflamed womanhood. Flesh scraped against flesh, gasps galore; hands and legs beat a rat-tat-tat on the sides of the wooden cabin as we heaved against each other in ecstasy.

Her soft breast flesh and taut nipples scraped my chest hair as I slid in and out picking speed and my movements were now in step with the cabin movements thus amplifying the pleasure we felt.

Her eyes closed with the pure passion she felt her curly hair falling all over face and shoulders, her anklets jingling crazily, as I pounded her molten vulva

I strained my neck out, my head almost bumping against the wooden cabin side, and thrust deep and came like the first waters released from a reservoir when the gates opened.

My cock straightened and my balls injected sharply my boiling seed right into the waiting wet folds of her pussy.

The world came to a stop as we came together and Rathi kissed me madly and whispered all kinds of sweet nothings between her heaving sobs, 'My Prince, My darling, my sweetie' and whatever. My heart thudded wildly and my face wet with sweat and exertion rested on her moist breast skin savouring the sweet moments silently.

-4-

Having recovered sufficiently from our draining copulation to dress up decently we realized that the chariot was slowing down. When Rathi looked out the curtained window, she confirmed that it was indeed so and the time to part ways had literally arrived.

Savari, the driver slowed the chariot to a halt and my assistant Rathi looked at me achingly. We kissed and she wished me luck and I got out of the Chariot.

It was a plain bald stretch of land and there was a fence and guards at the border line. A Guard rushed out on my side from his tent and saluted me and asked me to follow him.

I could clearly see the guard posts beyond on the Muduka's Kingdom. There was a big Golden chariot waiting over there and the Charioteer was obediently standing beside it expecting the Guest.

I waved my own charioteer on his way back, with Rathi craning her neck out to see me one more last time. I turned crossed the Border and Guards stood in salute as was the custom. 

The Charioteer smiled, and said, "Welcome to my Land, your majesty" and showed me the steps to ascend the cabin.

I said cheerfully. "Thanks. How is your King?"

He said formally "Never felt any better than now, sir, with your expected arrival"

I wished I could say the same then.

The cabin was very spacious and the velvets were soft and cosy. The chariot was drawn by two healthy looking thoroughbred black horses.

There was a golden jug of cool water and a bottle of some exotic fruit juice kept in front of silver stool in front of my seat.

It was bigger and better than my own chariot, but there was no female company. I would have that in plenty after reaching their palace, I guessed.

The journey started and I could see the green landscape after some time when land changed from bare plains to farm fields. The farms looked prosperous, green and well watered. The roads were smooth earthen roads with granite kerbs. There were even painted display boards showing distance to Yonipura, the Capital in miles and I could estimate about 2 hours more on the roads from it. 

The Muduka's kingdom, compared to my own was certainly bigger and more prosperous. It had greatly expanded in the last decade too and had taken in many powerful local chieftains and their lands. May be it had more enemies in high places than my Father's did. That is the price to pay for expansion of territories that one cannot really manage. 

Well, I ruminated; on the plus side they had more women in the palace too...

The journey itself was peaceful and uneventful but I felt a foreboding of dangerous things in store over at the Palace with its hidden enemies and their criminal agenda. 

The Roads of the Capital were busy with chariots and people hurrying. It was close to five in the evening. I could see many precious stones like rubies and diamonds and pearls being sold in heaps all along the thoroughfare, leaving as to no doubt of the prosperous state of the State.

The Palace itself as we neared it was quite an imposing structure and evening lights in the form of oil lamps were being lit when we entered the big steel gates.

My chariot burst forth into a well-laid path overlooking a beautiful ensemble of well-maintained gardens with roses and lavender flowers. A central decorative fountain with clear waters with sculpture all over it looked very inviting after a daylong journey.

The chariot stopped at what looked like a side entrance to private quarters.

I could see the King Muduka himself waiting with his entourage for me.

I descended the steps, brushed my silken robes down and met them.

Next to him was a bevy of Queens all with smiling faces decked like only Indian Queens can. The eldest who stood next him must be he reigning Queen. She was tall and mature aged about thirty-five.

Her eyes smiled as much as her neat mouth and dimpled cheeks did. I could see a plate full of perfumes and flower petals that they had been brought to invite me with.

They all clapped as King Muduka hugged me warmly. He had grown frail and aged from the last time I saw him, I thought.

"Welcome, Dear Prince Keyura, it has been such a long time" he said affably as he held me in his arms.

"Hope you are doing fine, Your Majesty", I replied and we released each other. 

There was something eating into him from what I could make of from the worried look in his eyes. There were some obvious circles around his eyes to suggest much the same.

"My father sends you his very best" I smiled at him and then looked over the Queens who were all eager to meet me as well.

The charming and mature reigning Queen Praudha with lascivious eyes approached me and asked the Second queen Nitambini to hold the silver plate as she anointed my forehead with sandal wood paste and turmeric and showered me with flower petals.

She was standing close to me now and I could see the swell of her huge melon-like boobs in her silken blouse as well as her soft tiers of her not so nubile waist.

"Welcome, dear Keyura... Hope you will like our hospitality" 

Her voice too was like mature vintage wine, full of promise and cordiality.

"And I hope I will learn some song and dance here" I had to start my pretence.

Her big breasts heaved when she garlanded me as I bowed my head and I could not only see her diamond necklaces with huge pendants that she adorned but smell her sweet jasmine perfume.

Adjusting her rustling silks the Second Queen applied 'tilak'( forehead mark) too and now I could see this wonderful specimen of female breed at length. Her golden yellow sari parted on the centre to reveal her wheatish brown stomach and deep-set navel beckoned me for a couple of seconds. Her waist curved out proudly into a seductive prominent arse. She was not named Nitambini for nothing, which meant with the 'one with high buttocks'. My hands already itched.

I had to remind myself that their husband and my Host, King Mududka which actually meant 'Old Man' in my native language but 'strong man' in theirs, was still there allowing the queens to welcome me in their tradition.

He drew my attention to the inconspicuous doorway saying that such an entrance to me was necessitated due to 'security reasons'.

"Your Majesty, You worry a lot "said another Queen with dark complexion and sparkling eyes, whom I was to learn later was called Bhagamalini, the 'one who prided on pleasure from clitoris'.

"Yes, the Prince looks fully capable of handling delicate situations" said Queen Praudha as we went through the doorway with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, leaving me as to doubt its real meaning. 

Talking of meanings, Praudha itself meant the 'big and mature one'

Queen Nitambini who walked swaying her hips seductively next to me actually poked an elbow to my ribs and sighed,

"Yes, he looks full of pep and verve to me... Hmmmmmm" and they all cackled.

There were actually six of them now, mostly all Queens .

King Muduka looked at me helplessly as if say, 'Look what you are upto against'

It was also no secret that King Muduka had not managed to have a son or daughter through any of these bewitching harem members and I had heard back home that more than one womb ached for a progeny there ,any which way.

They showed me the way now to my quarters.

-5-

We had climbed a flight of wide marble stairs and we had crossed a huge hall decked with all possible types of sofas and furniture that befitted a palace of this kind.

My own Quarters was actually a mini hall in size that had a small foyer to receive visitors, a living room and a biggish looking Bed room set with ornate Granite cot set with luxurious cotton bed, cushions and silks.

It was at once, lovely and inviting.

King Muduka and Queen Praudha had personally seen me into the place. They had told me to relax, bathe and meet them in the Royal conference hall after an hour.

My baggage as already there, sent in through the Royal servants. I unpacked and had a detailed look over the room. I wanted to make sure that this room was not under any kind of surveillance and intrusions. I was trained to see and locate obvious signs and doubtful features. I went around the room meticulously and saw every nook and corner of the room as if to locate a dead body in there. I craned my neck out the window, disregarding the excellent gardens outside and looked for the rooms above and below mine that might harbour anything perilous or suspicious. I could hear ducks and swans cackling in the nearby Royal Pond out in the Garden, otherwise it was a quiet evening in a lovely Palace.

'How appearances can be deceptive', I thought as this very palace was according to the King himself, hid a few traitors and crooks.

I sighed and told myself to relax.

I went into the Bathroom that had a marble bath fountain and a matching White Bathtub. All soaps, oils and powders were arranged neatly on the cupboard.

I took time relaxing the body and mind in the steaming hot waters that was supplied from somewhere central in the Palace. 




Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 02



The passing images of Queen Praudha's huge tits and Nitamibini's prominent ass caused my Princely cock to distend with growing lust. 'Watch your step', I warned it as I soaped its taut length; as if it would listen to words of wisdom.

I walked out into the Central staircase that winded its way into a huge central foyer. There were two guards waiting for me to escort me to the Central Conference Hall adjoining my Palace block.

I was in a kind of annexe meant for Guests and VIPs that while assured privacy on one hand, kept me out of passing through sensitive areas of the main palace on the other. It was too early to say whether this was an advantage or a disadvantage so far as the mission was concerned.



Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 03



Ch 3-The Prince gets around

-1-

The Conference hall was already full except me, as the King and Queens along with the Prime Minister had assembled there.

The King made the Introductions seated on his Throne.

The first was of course Queen Praudha, his first wife seated alongside. Queens Nitambini and Bhagamalini were seated next to each other on his right.

There were three more queens who were called, Sthanika, Tulya and Nabhini were on his left, the fourth, fifth and sixth Queens in chronological order, the King proudly announced. I wondered why he was having doubts and problems from his wives if he was so proud of them.



"Now he referred to a fiftyish gent seated next to me,

"Of Course our Hon'ble Prime Minister Kaydee Das who administers my state with his able cabinet of Ministers"

'Able indeed', I thought... 'Then how did the country come to such a pass?'

I looked him over closely. He smiled uncomfortably under my detective glare.

Then the King said something which shocked me out of my wits.

"The Prince here has come as per our request for conducting investigations into the criminal and treacherous incidents that have happened; you are all aware of them..." He paused as if someone was about to deny it and then looked coldly at everyone and said, "Almost everyone here is a suspect, till proved otherwise"


I cleared my throat.

"Who isn't?" I managed to croak. Hell, he had already blown my cover.

"You, of course, Dear Prince Keyura" King answered calmly, as if I had asked which way sun rose everyday.

The King Muduka continued nonchalantly,

"For all practical purposes and outwardly, he is here as a pupil of Music and Dance. But he will have a full and free access to the Harem and wherever he wishes to go"

Of Course, my dear Queens , every one of you will extend utmost hospitality and co-operate with the Prince during any investigation he wishes to undertake to uncover the Criminal nexus"

Queen Nitambini was first off,    

"From my side he will be given all attention, co-operation and free access to all I have"

Queen Praudha stood up, and announced:

"As per Royal Orders, since I am also a suspect and being the First queen, I want Keyura to start with me first, satisfy himself that I am above reproach and then move on to others"

The Prime Minster stood up too and said that was even more startling:

"My own House door is open too, Dear Prince. You will not be an unwelcome guest at any hour of the day and night. I have a wife and two daughters who will leave no stone unturned in...."

That was as far as he got. I cut them off brusquely,

"Hello, Hello...Wait there". There was an uneasy silence when they heard my determined voice.

"If someone does not tell me what the heck is going on here, I will take the next chariot ride back home...I was invited for a discreet investigation and as soon as I enter the damned Conference hall, the cover is blown and you people are haggling who should I take on first?"

There was a moment of silence and then everyone laughed. Except me. There was something uncomfortable in their laughter as well. 

The King put up his hand and shook gestured me to calm down.

"If we have not told you the complete truth, we haven't lied to you either.

The story is long. Queen Praudha here will explain in detail privately to you.

We men here have been cursed by our Mantrik, the Royal Magician who has been help captive by our enemies to become impotent using a spell and sadly the curse is working"

While it is true that my Master Plan has been stolen by the same criminals who took my Mantrik away, it was nothing that my own trusted detectives could not unravel. Besides the spell cast by the Mantrik is very powerful and worked in the opposite way with our women. They have now, shall I say, more than the natural urge to sex and are suffering from a supercharged Reproductive system"

The magical spells cast by powerful magicians and witched worked then and it does not matter if rationalists in our period disbelieved it. In fact it worked on them too.

I was aghast at the new and curious turn of events .Men had turned impotent and women Nymphomaniacs in the same stroke. 

I asked plainly:

"What would they gain by making men impotent and women sexually more active?"

"Well, we are not just men and women, as you put it" The PM was looking furtively at me and continued "It is the Royal family without children that has been so attacked, not to speak of their trusted PM who too has been similarly ...ahem, affected by the same curse"

I raised my eyebrows, shocked.

"Yes, yes, we have all got over the shock because this happened about a month ago and when we realized the opposite effects the same curse had on our spouses, we wanted a way out desperately... You are the way out, we thought.

"No one but us knows that you are here and besides you are, I hope unaffected -by any Impotency curse"

I jumped. The gloves were off now.

" Whatever are you saying, Old man? I look like some kind of a male prostitute to you?"

"NOOO please...Don't say it" Queen Nitambini shouted standing up

All looked at her surprised at the intensity.

"My dear Prince, you are not aware how much we have gone through since this happened. Cold baths thrice a day, herbal medicines, skip one me daily...All to bring down our body temptations and increase self control over desire" 

She sobbed. Other queens looked equally desolate now.

"We have all failed miserably. We have just about stopped ourselves going to any other man for satisfying the burning need. The only way is for a gentleman like you to alleviate our sufferings and may be, bless us with a child that will sit on the Throne of this kingdom next!"

King Muduka broke in.

"Yes, I am already sixty years old and was almost unable to perform naturally when this happened, putting a full stop to it all. I am aging fast too and may not survive more than a couple of years" He sounded gloomy too.

The PM took over again:

"Your original mission is not aborted, so to say. You still have to find the criminals of the Master Plan steal and seek the hideout of our Mantrik who has been captured by them and has been forced to curse us this way...We need you to do both. First, The Investigation, which you had planned on doing; and next, providing for our women simultaneously, if that won't hurt your conscience. Both are honourable tasks which are crying for your attention"

"Please look after us, Keyura and who knows your clues could originate somewhere from the harem too. You have to look closely at everyone anyway as an investigator, isn't it? We will not obstruct you from the Investigation which all of us need getting done as well"

That was from Queen Praudha, who was looking concerned that I may refuse the double-edged mission. What was she thinking?

Nitambini rubbed her eyes and her cheeks were flushed red.

"Lastly, we have not really betrayed your father, His Majesty King Kadamba.

We had sent him a separate letter to the effect"

Well, I will be damned!!

I should have guessed from the smug look and teasing remarks of Father...Did Rathi knew this too?

I decided to teach her a fitting lesson if it were true.

There was a moment's silence as they awaited my decision with bated breath.

"Besides the congregation here, who all know about it and exactly who are all affected by this evil curse?" I asked giving nothing away yet.

King Muduka replied with a sigh,

"My entire family of women: wives and their maids, some of the women who are either sisters or aunts of my Queens who were staying in the Palace at the time of the curse...That's about the Royal family. PM and his family of a wife and 2 daughters of marriageable age are similarly affected."

I was thinking hard, "Was it a place-bound curse if that is the case?"

There were person-specific curses too.

King Muduka nodded gravely,

"Yes, the curse encompassed the palace and staff quarters from the look of it.

Speaking about men who are now suffering the ignominy of impotence, it includes me, my Guards and the PM here"

I was now getting the picture. So whoever was behind this was trying to break down the family system here. You can well imagine if women in prime turned sexually over-active and their men impotent suddenly. The social order and discipline would be shattered and women would be forced to commit adultery. That was some evil and sweet revenge being taken against the King and his Family.

"Finally, why me?" I asked 

You could have heard their collective sigh of relief. They had guessed my answer was a YES.

Queen Praudha said with a smile that dimpled her cheeks,

"Because we could not get anyone more handsome, capable and honourable to take up this onerous task of managing an entire harem"

There was some strained laughter now. I let that pass.

"Yes, Prince Keyura, we have heard about your exploits in the past where you saved many a damsel in distress and also solved some challenging mysteries for your father. Besides you are a blue blooded member of our Royal brethren. Kind of everything stays in the family. Any offspring in the process would share an honourable bloodline"

Ok, that was it...I could not just fuck around. I had to make it stick too, if you understand what I mean. I was fucked if I failed?

Hmmmm, I decided to stay on.

"If that is settled then it is time Queen Praudha showed our Prince...ahh..around the palace" The King completed the sentence with difficulty. He was handing over his entire harem to my charge. I had to discharge my responsibilities now. Just the word 'Discharge' made my prick wake up with a start. Looking at the eager and waiting female assembly here it was a feast he would relish.

Queen Praudha's cheeks turned pink as if she had ended up victorious in some closely fought election when she was chosen by King Muduka to take me around.

"I will certainly show him everything that he needs to see" She came beside me now and whispered "and more"

It was my turn to turn pink.

-2-

The Queen and I left the Conference hall and she took my hand casually in hers and squeezed it. It was a sign that I could not ignore and squeezed her right back.

She was a beautiful woman in her early forties, built superbly, a little on the fleshy side belying her age but she was like old wine.

She was a well-fed biggish woman built like a Farm cow and why ever not, I thought she was a queen living a luxurious life all the while.

She had dark flowing hair tied with gold brocade and her Golden yellow saree hid little of her abundant assets. A green vest looked tight enough to burst with her humungous boobs, her wide waist with one gentle layer of soft tier of flesh showed seductively as she walked. Her waist was ample and her hips were big melons that swayed supremely in her gait. I was sure she had thighs that matched her waist and weight.

Her eyes were dark brown and looked like hot honey with aching lust. Her lips were luscious and juicy with cherry red lips.

The other Queens stood, looked on envyingly with Nitambini almost wringing her hands as if she lost her quarry.

Soon we reached a hall with arched doorways all around. The Queen clapped and I saw two female warriors approach us as if they had materialized from behind the round marble pillars.

Praudha turned to me with a twinkle in her eyes,

"They are your bodyguards for all the 24 hours. They are trained warriors and well versed in every aspect of security and you can take them around everywhere, without any qualms"

I looked at her mischievously,

"Everywhere? Oh, but I thought my main line of duty included some close encounters and one-to-ones with you queens in private?"

The Guards had approached us now. They were real amazons.

Queen almost spluttered:

"Yes, our bedrooms too... They have to stand guard over your body whatever you are preoccupied with...That's Royal orders"



I gaped at my two new acquaintances that would guard me and follow me everywhere I went.

The one on the left was a fair six feet tall dame built like a bull. But she had nice features. Her dress was a green soldier overalls, but her white boobs sneaked up over whatever she wore like two porcelain cups. She had a surprising svelte waist and thundering thighs. Her ass looked big, fleshy but firm. Her muscles in arms and thighs rippled as she walked. She wore a long scabbard at her left which must have sheathed a matching sword. I nearly choked. 

Queen was smiling at my aghast expression,

"She is Methika hailing from a famous warrior dynasty in the State."

Methika smiled softly so unlike the rest of her and said in a firm voice,

"Hello Master, happy to be in your service"

I looked over the second one and again gaped.

She was as dark as Methika was fair but a couple of inches taller. But she too was built like a buffalo.

She had black curly hair, deadly eyes and a thin nose. Her lips were a thin line and her jaws were prominent. She could strike fear in the hearts of best of the enemies on her day.

As she moved closer I thought her oily black skin shone and rippled like sea waves at night. Her big black blouse heaved with the unmanageable weight of her big tits. Her black skirt cut above her kneecaps showed she had powerful legs and a firm wide arse.

She had two small sheaths on her waist bands and I was sure they contained some evil looking knives.

Queen Praudha said authoritatively,

"Gattika, bow to your master, Prince Keyura" 

I was nearly six feet tall but she had to nearly bow to her waist to salute me.

Gattika said softly,

"I am pleased to be of service to you, Master. You are in safe hands" She spread her hands as if to underline the point. Her black hands looked big enough to harness a charging ox.

"Thanks, You two. Hope we will have a swell time together" I chided as we moved on.

They followed us silently. You could not hear them walking behind. They wore some special soled soldier boots. May be I will need to borrow some soon in my line of duty.

"They will know all the secrets then, if they guard me all the while?' I asked almost pointlessly.

Queen Praudha looked up at me, her head just a few inches shorter than mine. Her jasmine scented body was making me heady.

"Yes, the past, the present and future...But they are absolutely trustworthy. There is nothing to hide from them. They have been with us and seen us in all kinds of conditions" She tinkled loudly now. Shameless sluts, these queens I thought and my chest hammered with excitement.

"Can we retire to my private quarters where we can continue your exploration of the palace and its inhabitants, please?" The Queen crooked her head and asked me salaciously." She leaned closer to me and our shoulders touched.

"I am getting that feeling again... You know, because of the curse...I have endured it so much till now...Hmmmm?"

I groaned inwardly as a surge of lust passed over me.

"I could think of no better place for a quick start", I said and followed her delectable swaying hips up the marble steps into the Royal Harem



Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 04



CH 4- The Prince gets his eye in

-1-

Queen Praudha asked time-out to get 'dressed properly', when all we had to do was actually undress. She left me alone with my two new bodyguards who were looking at me devotedly.

I approached Methika and looked her big body over and asked her suspiciously, pointing to her well-endowed bust.

"Are you sure you don't have any hidden weapons inside the dress, hmm?"

Methika actually blushed and that looked quite nice while saying,

"Master, you are suspecting me...why...?

She let it hang as I cut in,

"Well, I have been told that except me, no one is above doubt unless proved otherwise. So why don't you strip and prove your point?' I challenged.

She looked over enviously at Gattika, who was watching this bemusedly, so I said plainly,

"Consider yourself included, big baby... Or would you like me to strip search you?"

There was a moment's silence while they considered the options. There were none.

They looked at me coquettishly and started undressing in front of me.

My heart thumped with excitement as I watched the two well built women obey my command. I felt a surge of attention in my groins and a distinct erection started as I saw Methika's vest drop and two humongous globes of white tit flesh sprang into view. Before I could feast my eyes on the brown rounded nipples and areolas, she drooped to remove her long shoes and her huge boobs swung low from her chest, her nipples pointing like bullets at the floor.

Gattika had removed her skirt first and her black stallion-like thighs rippled with her sinuous movements. Her silken loin cloth followed suit and I sucked my breath with growing excitement looking at her trimmed public hair that did not cover her prominent thick labia fully. She straightened up and with glowing eyes that burned with her own passion and in one swish, dropped her blouse to display her black firm-tipped globes that looked like they were sculpted there in dark granite by an expert sculptor.

Methika now stood stark naked in front of me, her tits proud, her fair and pink pussy shaved clean and when she moved her legs, I could actually see her moist pink insides.

The two amazons stood there challenging me to inspect their contrasting fair and dark nude bodies for any hidden weapons and what the hell, they were surely a 'sex bomb duo'! My own gun was cocked inside and twitched with lust.

The Sun hid behind the clouds as if He became shy of seeing such a mass of feminine nudity all at once and a dull dusk light crept into the Queens 's veranda.

I thanked Queen Praudha for taking her time to dress up leaving me to feast on these two excellent specimens of BBW (Big Beautiful Women)

"Turn around", I commanded getting turned on, myself.

They tuned their backs to me without a word. 

Gattika had long sinuous black-skinned back with hard muscled shoulders and matching back. They torso tapered into a not too delicate waist and her rounded black arse globes shined with a healthy glow. A stray bead of sweat was moving down over on her spinal column, snaking its way to finally disappear in the crack of her high arse.

My hands itched and I went ahead and smacked her black arse and gripped the solid arse muscles in my right palm. She gave a small yelp and did not object when my naughty fingers crept into the crevices off her large buttocks and found her soft centre that was salivating with excitement!

I was now eyeing the white and large rounded arse cheeks of Methika standing alongside near my left hand. I stood close behind them and it seemed only fair that I treat Methika's white arse too similarly. My open left palm spanked hard on her white and pink ass and squeezed them tightly.

I smacked their arses firmly a few more times, left hand on Methika's and the right on the dark bum-cheeks of Gattika with relish and the slapping sounds seemed only to ignite our lust fires further.

Methika groaned like a tigress in heat and whispered,

"Oh, Prince, will this be a daily routine and...."

Gattika completed the question by croaking,

"Will this just stop at undressing?"

These girls had what it takes and so I did not hide my feelings any further.

I held on to their white and black soft arse cheeks and stepped close enough to their backs so my raging cock in my loin cloth now probed the junction between them. I removed the hand from Gattika's arse and freed my cock from its painful confines so it literally sprang out to nestle in the warm cosy junction between one's right black arse and other's left white arse as they stood shoulder to shoulder facing the other way.

I let my hands do the exploring as my nose buried in Methika's fragrant dark hair braids at the back of her head.

My right hand slyly crept over the black sculpted form of Gattika's abdomen, brushing a few wiry public hairs enroute, teasing her labia by squeezing them against each other, making her sigh and stomp her feet in uncontrolled excitement. The palms now inched up her flat and strong abdominal muscles and came closer to the delectable cleavage between two lovely boobs which begged to be handled.

I started a slow back-and-forth movement of my waist, so my cock moved between their upper thigh sides and it felt heavenly as they pressed their thighs back to it. I was screwing them both in the junction of their bodies thus in a novel way. My blood pounded in the temples and I felt my mouth go dry.

My left hand was not idle either. The fingers softly caressed the wetting pussy lips of Methika's fair pink cunt from in between the arse cheeks and moved up over a soft white tummy; poking a finger in her deep navel teasingly once. She gurgled and pressed her big solid ass reflexively back to me. My cock dribbled pre-semen and patterned their thigh-sides as it wedged in and out between a fair thigh and darker one of my bodyguards.

I simultaneously caught on to two pairs of tantalizing boob flesh now , my left hand clamped over an overflowing white boob of Methika and my right one took in a black sculpted boob of Gattika.

Both moaned simultaneously and pressed back at me lustily and languorously.

Breathing hard with burning passion, I thrust again and again into the tight junction between each other's thighs and my hands grasped their twin sets of pliant and yet firm boob flesh in one palm each, squeezing and heaving them like they were ripe farm mangoes.

I scratched and teased their nipples with my fingernails and they groaned with growing lust. How a man should scratch a woman's sensitive breasts with his nails during copulation is described in detail in Kama Sutra as well as in the erotica of Lord Krishna and his paramour Radha in our legends. I had practised this enjoyable art on the willing wenches of my own Palace back home.

Thus we stood gasping and moaning our passion, straining flesh against hungry flesh; a strange triangle of a man and two women standing against each other.

Methika managed to gasp out, wedging one hand in between us to seize my raging plunging prick,

"Sir, now I wonder who is guarding whose body?"

Gattika said with a naughty suppressed giggle as her hand too joined Methika's to grasp my pulsating manhood,

"As long as all the bodies are safe in each others' hands, there is no dereliction of duty, I suppose..."

I hungrily bit a black shoulder of Gattika and then a fair one of Methika alternately making each gasp and moan. My head was reeling with the dual pleasure of my cock being sandwiched between these two nude amazons.

Then we heard the distinct sounds of Queen Praudha's footsteps as she walked out of her bed chambers looking for us.

The bodyguards turned to face me now, their exciting and contrasting white and black forms standing chest to chest with me. Four fabulous peaks rubbed against my sweating hairy chest.

Methika whispered,

"Master, you have the concealed weapon cocked and ready here (with a squeeze to my raging prick) and you were searching us all the time..."

Suddenly I kissed her mouth lightly and said,

"But between the two of you, you had four bullets".

(Author's Note:Yes, there were country guns then).

I asserted my point by tweaking their four nipples one last time, smacked their arses lightly and sent them on their way to get dressed out of Praudha's sight.

But not before Methika turned her head and reminded,

"I'll be back; it's my turn to watch..."

I raised my eyebrows,

"What?"

"You and the further proceedings..." she shrugged and her huge breasts bobbed in agreement. " All in a day's work..."

"Talking of work, shall we proceed inside to start ours..."asked Queen Praudha from the doorway to her bedroom. 

Her eyes were no doubt riveted on the raging stallion of my cock that stood throbbing, fresh from the unfinished exploits with the guards.

-2-

I looked at Queen Praudha and gave a soft whistle.

The transformation was complete.

She had changed from her Golden zari yellow saree and removed all her jewels including her diamond studded crown. Now, she was wearing a red silk gown that served as her nightdress, which was loosely tied at the waist with a matching belt. The gown hugged her luxurious breasts and a tantalizing cleavage was fully visible. The gown came to her fair knees and when she turned I could see a through a slit on the sides, an expanse of her smooth rounded thighs and long hairless legs.

If I knew my women, she had nothing but her proud Queenly body under the gown.

She extended her hand and I hurriedly thrust my semi-hard organ back inside my gown and gave her the same hand.

She giggled, squeezed my hand as she asked,

"I hope you have inspected the Guards thoroughly and found them to be above reproach...Hmmm?"

I gave her hand a squeeze back and said lightly,

"Oh, I was just surveying their hidden capabilities..."

The bed was an ornate Granite platform laden with the best of the cotton beds and covered with embroidered silken bedcovers. She even had a pink heart-shaped pillows set for us. The big glazed windows had light yellow and range silken curtains and I could hear Koels and cuckoos in the garden outside chirping away.

On her bedside was small side table with a silver tray full of exotic fruits and a golden jug of a liqueur.

She showed me to her bed,

"Please, dear Prince, welcome to my boudoir, as they say..."

I sat down on the bed and felt the velvety soft yielding cushions offered cosy comfort without being too saggy.

"Hmmm...Nice bedroom, I must say fit for a Queen, quite literally..." I yanked her hand down so she flopped suddenly on to the bed beside me in a flurry of heaving boobs and white rounded big legs peaking through the gown as she did. 

She looked at me amorously but said softly,

"I have to recite the story of this 'Impotence and Nymphomania' as per Royal Orders first..."

I laid my back against the soft cushions of the headboard.

"Oh sure, make yourself at home" I said graciously, "I am all ears for fairy tales..."

She turned to her side towards the jug of liqueur and sat so that her thighs lay folded over each other and her gown unabashedly crept all the way to the top of her thighs.

"Can we drink this while I talk...I mean we can have dinner later, actually...This is usually like a night cap but...". 

She was mumbling about the table manners?

I nudged her in the ribs with an elbow.

"Ha! You did not mention whether dessert will be taken now or later..."

She looked up turning a shade pink in the cheeks.

She took my hand in hers and said,

"Both the times, if you don't mind..."

I winked in assent.

"Start talking, Praudha... Let's begin where it all started"

My hand idly traced the silken lapels of her gown to from her neck to where the plunging cleavage started.

She sighed and made a face as if trying to remember a past sinned life.

"His Majesty was actually my Brother as my elder sister Kootika married him when I was twenty. She was well versed in warfare and was an able Queen. Only after ten years of marriage, she became pregnant..."

So, the King Mududka took his time in sex and impregnation...Quite unlike the speed with which he had conquered and extended his territories. 

My fingernails scratched the top yummy slopes of her big tits and she caught my hand pressed it there. In my other hand I balanced a glass of sweet liqueur and kept sipping from it

"Then unfortunately my sister died during the delivery. She gave birth to a son called Savura"

She drank some too. It was heady stuff and was making me slowly intoxicated. I saw the amorous look in her eyes deepen.

My left hand was now toying with her sash of the gown and managed to creep inside while loosening it to touch her smooth flesh. I finished my drink and kept the glass down. Now my both hands were inside her gown exploring the soft rounded stomach,

"Pay attention..." she gasped swatting at my naughty exploratory hands.

I obeyed; I paid more attention to her gown, undid it and parted the folds to expose her at the waist. 

She closed her eyes and forced herself to concentrate.

"When the Prince Savura was eleven, he died of a snake bite in the Garden. So the King had neither an heir, nor a Queen who could bear one more. Besides he was too busy with the wars and the expansion work--"

"- to bother about who will succeed him?' I completed. My left hand now traced her smooth upper thighs drawing a crazy pattern.

She paused, looked at my hands engaged in amorous teasing of her tummy and thighs and sighed. I poked an exploratory finger to her deep-set navel as if to remind her to 'continue and not mind the intrusion'.

I asked, "Why did you have to marry him then..."My hand was tracing a line navel downwards, over her pubis.

She nodded and held onto my naughty hand before it could explore further 'territories'.

"Naturally, that is the custom in this Kingdom...The younger one of the sisters should take the mantle vacated by the elder sister in a marriage-"

"Oh-ho!" I interjected, "You never had a chance of rejecting this alliance then"

"Nor did I want to, at the time--"She started.

With that, I threw open her front lapels of her gown and exposed her bare breasts. 

It was sudden and spontaneous, a brazen act of shifting of attention from her nether area to her heaving chest.

God! They were ripe melons of white-and-pink tit flesh, tipped with brownish erect nipples set in large darker areolas, which were now covered with goose bumps of excitement. Sitting there like two puppies beckoning me.

My own groin had grown tight, with my erect prick twitching for freedom. All this slow seduction and mind games was become headier. I took another drink with a hand and wiped my mouth.

My hands went back to her smooth inviting tiers of waist flesh and cupped them lovingly. She was an absolute mature honey.

She sighed, rearranged her legs so I could see more of her plump smooth thighs and continued:

"All this started then...."

I squeezed her soft waist flesh asking, "All 'this', you mean....?"

She gurgled happily and slapped my hands that cupped her soft loins.

"No. I was younger and more nubile then..."

It was then that we heard a discrete knock and our guard Methika came in through the doorway.

The Queen who was topless by now did not even flinch at her entrance.

"Methika, come on in...Your boss and I are having just having a talk yet..."

"Yes, a close inspection of the facilities... You can join in too, if you don't mind", I ribbed her.

Methika nodded her head negatively and smiled obliquely.

She stood her ground; did I spot her wetting her lips or was I imagining it under the influence of the liqueur?

I turned back to Praudha.

I caressed her stomach upwards to her big boobs "What happened then...?"

She sighed sadly, "Precisely, nothing! My husband was so embroiled in one war of expansion of his territories after another_"

"--that he neglected the home ground" I completed intelligently and my palms now weighed her milky breasts. They felt like ripe coconuts on her wide chest.

"Hmmmm..." Praudha gave first indications of her lust flaring with that moan and again put her palms over mine as they felt up her yielding tit flesh.

I caught her turgid nipples between my forefinger and thumb and tugged them slowly and rhythmically.

"Ahhhhh..." the Queen mewled and stretched her luxurious thighs along the bed alongside me. She drew me near her so my marauding hands got more leverage and her humungous tits spilled out of my palms.

At distance, I saw that Methika too made a sound that belied her training 'to observe silently' and craned her neck to follow the proceedings eagerly.

Passion was in the air.

I got up. My cock was straining inside from a long time with all this teasing foreplay and it was only fair to release it now.

I took off my vest and bared my hairy chest. The Queen stopped her story and gulped. I knew she liked what she saw more than a little. I was a handsome beefcake where it counted.

I threw the vest to Methika indicating her to catch it.

She did so obediently.

I took off my silken pyjamas and exposed the jutting pyramidal tent of the loincloth that contained a burgeoning manhood. I drew my majestically grown prick that throbbed with lust, out into the open, casting the undergarment back at Methika. She was surprised at what included her duties with her new master but did well to hide to conceal her reactions.

I smiled at Queen Praudha who was looking at me with a mixture of amused shock and rising passion.

"I always like to be as transparent as possible with my clients, you see..."

Queen Praudha's brown tipped massive breasts heaved with her excited breaths,

"Yes, nothing but the naked truth, you mean..." She laughed unsteadily

I sat down back on the bed and my legs now lay over her soft and smooth thighs. The air was thick with the oncoming of a lusty storm and all the three of us felt it.

The Queen gestured to me with open arms. She was really Junoesque and I liked nothing better than to immediately penetrate her...But duties are duties, you see...

I caressed her shoulders and cupped her tits with the hardening nipples saying,

"If you stop talking, the action stops... So just keep it going...."

Methika felt her vest was constricting her painfully and so relieved herself out of it. The sight of her fair and pink ripe boobs could have pleased the Heavens and I was just a mere mortal.

The Queen sucked in her breath, put her hand on my erect cock, thumbed the tip and felt my pre-cum and smeared it all over the fore-skinned head. Her delicate hands measured the thick veined eager cock making me jump.

"Ohhh...Keyura, you sweet torturer...You will get double of whatever you give today..." She warned arching her eyebrows.

I caressed the insides of her marble-like luscious thighs and my fingertips touched the steamy wet bush covering her inflamed womanhood.

"Yeah? If I make you pregnant once, what happens then...?"

She roared with laughter at the implications while Methika smiled on, looking amused and envious at the same time. She was a woman too and voyeurism of this kind was certainly stirring her own long suppressed desires.

I tweaked Praudha's proud nipples once more, so on that cue she started on the 'next lap' of her story and I made an effort of listening, all the while my hands busy in her 'lap'! 

Methika stood lapping it all up...

End of Ch 4



Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 05



CHAPTER 5 - THE PRINCE MAKES HEADWAY IN ROYAL HAREM

-1-

Queen Praudha, sitting all naked glory spread out before my lecherous eyes restarted her story.

"My husband, His Majesty hardly spent any time in bed with me. If he did he would just kiss and fall asleep snoring in no time. He used to be exhausted with his Administrative and warring efforts.

But the he would always express that he wanted a son and would love to have one from me. I used to make him see sense that to have a son, the minimum requirement by the partners was to have sex"

She sighed as teasing hands cupped her full tits, weighed them and caressed her rigid nipples between my fingers. My hands travelled back to her exposed nether area.

"You could not have stated it more explicitly" I agreed, now sending one exploratory hand to her humid pubic bush.

"There must have been a way..." I coaxed, my fingers finding her puffed up pussy lips and tried to find a 'way in' there.

She stretched her legs, making a sound that was a cross between a groan and a moan.

My left hand then pushed her thighs apart and I could see her big vulva passage, pink, moist and waiting. Her hand closed over my raging manhood and gripped the pulsating stalk and she continued gaspingly,

"But the King paid no heed to my advice. Instead he went about winning wars with most neighbouring states and the defeated kings gave away their daughters in wedding as a token of compromise and better ties.

Nitambini, then Bhagamalini and others followed. They too became frustrated that the King never spent enough conjugal time with them. But the demand to have a son yet remained..."

My little finger prised open her soft pussy lips and buried inside the heated sheath of her cunt now and started a slow 'in and out' motion.

She moaned a crazy "ohhhhhhh..." throwing her head back with abandon. Her heaving breasts with erect teats jiggled deliciously before my eyes.

"Go on...what happened further..." I urged as I 'went on'. Fingering her over excited passage and my fingers buried further. 

"Oh, my poor pussy can't take any further..." she pleaded but her pleas fell on deaf ears. 

My thumb now found her budding clitoris and rubbed its hood slowly. 

"Did the King propose any alternative arrangements...."I asked innocently.

I took my fingers out of her hot cunt and held them to my nose. She saw that and gurgled with unbridled lust.

Her own hand was gripping my throbbing organ tightly while her fingers idly spread the dribbling pre-semen all over the head.

"It was time to take the matter in my own hands and in fact we all seized the opportunity..."She had no doubt seized my matter in her hands now and I ached with passion.

"We all asked the Royal Priest, the Purohit to perform a Homam for begetting a son. It is called 'Putra kameshti'."

(Note: Homam is a religious rite to be performed for many days continuously with chanting and offering to fires etc in Hindu tradition to please the Gods.)

I leaned forward and took one big breast in my free hand and kissed its tip with my lips. It tasted oversweet because of some perfume-cum-aphrodisiac gel she had applied over it. These queens knew a lot of such tricks. Then I tongue-bathed the goose bumped areola, so she gasped loudly now and gripped me even more tightly at the base of my straining cock.

I asked, lifting my head up "Was it then that things started going bump in the night?" My tongue licked up the sweet gel from her breasts sticking to my lips.

I lowered my head and sampled her other nipple, sucked it slowly, tonguing its tip. I always had an irresistible sweet tooth.

"Oh-ahhhhhh" she grew restive and moved her legs around agitatedly, her smooth big thighs covering mine and making my hairs stand on end.

"Talking of bumping" she gasped and cradled my full sac of testicles in her palm lovingly, "The Palace astrologer, Mantrik went missing and we found a tiger- mauled body in the forest with his clothes a few days later."

My hand was back in the safe lubricated cosiness of her mature pussy and was looking around and generally making friends with her insides!

Her breath was coming in agitated gasps and her voice was laced with unbridled lust. I took my hand out and sucked the liquid-stained fingers lasciviously.

Copious pussy juices are called 'salila ras' in Indian erotica and is an indication of a high-breed woman in the throes of passion.

Her eyes were on fire as she asked, "Must I continue till the end now...or..."

I took her twin big and soft tits in my palms and kneaded them expertly, making some fingernail scratches over its sensitive locations. She mewled with pleasure.

That was the art perfected by Lord Krishna when he seduced milkmaids as per an erotic legend.

I asserted," Of course, you have to go till the end. Else, I won't go to the logical end of this exercise...see, a deal is a deal..."

She saw my point. But that did not deter her from pinching the top point of my hot cock in a show of mock protest. 

It was my turn to gasp with lust and pain. My blood was boiling. Damn, when will this story get over, I cursed.

"That body of course was a red herring, as later we found he (Mantrik) was diabolically forced to direct his curses to us...But more importantly, our Commander-in-Chef Senani was killed a few months earlier to Mantrik's disappearance, when he was on a holiday in a neighbouring kingdom. We had never connected one incident to the other..."

I grunted. "Your Detective squad sure fell down on that one..."I said letting my head fall into the welcome naked lap of Praudha. It was soft and smooth and my head nestled close to her wet bush. I felt the air was full of sex now.

"Can't really call it an Intelligence failure here..." She argued weakly in defence.

I looked up and saw her boobs from down and they looked more delicious and fetching. My hands again latched on to those full tits and started amorous foreplay on her prominent nipples, which included alternate pulling and pushing, twisting clockwise and counter-clockwise and scratching its aperture softly.

"I can see your point now..." I was looking straight at her rosy bud of clitoris from the close quarters of her lap. "This was unprecedented and you were caught with your pants down..."I completed understandingly. 

My pants were down from a long time now and I saw that my Guard Methika who held it was agog at the story and was getting considerably agitated at the advances I had made with the Queen...She was stomping her feet impatiently , her sabre at her side swinging and her big boobs jostled for space on her chest.

The Queen was at the end of her tether now.

"We never performed that Homam for pregnancy... as it was postponed indefinitely.....then...". She was fumbling for words. Poor dear, her own head must be spinning with the combination of lust and intoxication.

My nose was close to the humid bush and I could smell her excitement. It was heady, and my head reeled as already I had consumed much liqueur and so my teeth caught some stray pussy hairs and pulled on them playfully. She cooed like an Indian Koel in heat. (Koel, a cuckoo-like singing bird)

Her hand was no more clutching my piston now as I was lying away from her lap and so she had entwined my chest hair around her dainty fingers pulling them. My cock was surging with lust, bobbing up and down and she was staring at it licking her lips in thirst.

I spread her thighs fully, turning on my stomach. She now sat with thighs splayed with her back resting against the granite headboard, her pink and wet cunt now just playing hide and seek with her outer labia. It was a refreshing sight for famished eyes.

Her red gown was thrown carelessly to a side and she looked like the Venus herself. The sight of her well formed limbs, soft waist, rounded stomach, inch-deep navel and her long hairless legs made me lose whatever self-control I had exercised so far.

I held up a hand. "Oh Queen, that should be enough for the first round of enquiries...we will take it up further when we are more relaxed..."

She squealed with delight, clapped her hands and crept over me enthusiastically.

We assumed the position of 69, me at the bottom, her big thighs splayed in a 'V' astride my face, her rounded arse facing skywards, her pendulous boobs resting on my stomach as she bent her head to taste my erect prick. Her stone-hard nipples scraped my stomach ticklingly and I caught her waist around the soft tiers of her loins and drew it near till the parted lips of her steaming hot pussy opened its doors to my waiting lips. 

I licked the fat labia; sucking the sweet nectar like 'salila'( woman's secretions in Sanskrit) trickling out from them and with my two fingers, pulled open the outer lips and tongued the wet inner walls. As I licked the juice-box of her womanhood, my hands softly encircled her big soft white arse globes over me.

I squeezed the pliant soft globes and smacked them playfully. This caused her to swallow my entire 8-inch cock deep in her throat in reflex and she made a sound as if she swallowed a bee.

I could see from the corner of my eyes, beyond the thighs of Praudha, Methika was in heat too and had now unabashedly buried her hand deep into the front of her army skirt. She was huffing and puffing as she fingered her own inflamed pussy. 

Talking of pussy, the one spread in all its glory above my mouth was dribbling its secretions uninhibitedly to my waiting mouth and I could see Praudha's big body above was quivering all over and a slow flush was forming on her Queenly skin as she sucked my joy-stick with the enthusiasm of a teenage girl on her first night. One could see she had waited long enough for the satiation of her basic instincts and the Curse had only added fuel to her raging fires within.

I smacked her white arse which towered over my face repeatedly with my hands alternately; open palms striking the buttock softness and causing it to redden and quiver. I felt savage lust building up in me when I heard healthy 'smack' after 'smack' and the sounds caused Methika too to vigorously fist herself below the skirt. 

I gave one sharp slap after another to the two well fed arrogant bum cheeks and her smarting buttocks reddened and her groins jerked in reflex making her excited pussy to pour small squirts of her intimate juices to my mouth below.

You may argue that this is no way to treat the reigning Queen of the Kingdom. 

I mean sure, it lacked respect, spanking till her buttocks reddened and all that...

But she seemed to enjoy rough treatment and built as she was on the fatter side just made my hands itch and turned me on enough to be slightly sadistic. But the touch of sadism only went on to heighten our ever building passion to a crescendo.

I bit her labia and licked her moist pink pussy walls as I cradled her burning ass globes and pulled them down till she smothered me with pussy flesh all over the face.

I wriggled out my face just a bit from under so I could see her tempting well-spanked red arse. I licked the red skin so the heat of the blows could dissipate and blew some cool air on it. She reacted at the differential treatment on her hind globes by raising her hips and giving a guttural moan that startled Methika who was religiously fingering her agitated pussy, her hands unseen beneath the skirt.

My cock which by now grown to full length and girth had had enough of her oral attention and was rearing to taste the Queen's wet portals.

I pushed her up and wriggled out under her. I stood up behind her stooped form. When she turned at me in askance with lust maddened eyes, I told her to bend like a dog and let me do the honours.

I saw that at a distance, Methika's eyes were flushed with burning passion and I could only guess her hands were playing deep within herself as her huge tits heaved feverishly.

My cock was pointing at the rotund derriere of the reigning Queen Praudha which looked both ample and capable to resist my intended lusty attack.

I held my royal Ruler in one hand and guided it skilfully to the smiling gash of her vulva nestled so cosily in between the pumpkin-like arse globes.

In another hand I held on to the soft arse cheeks for supports and plunged ahead with my waist. 

Ahhhhh!

I had penetrated into one of the most welcomingly soft and accommodating receptacles God has designed on a female form. 

My length knifed into the buttery juicy innards with a squish and a double moan from us followed as we joined together flesh to flesh.

As I held onto a butter-soft big arse globe in one hand squeezing its girth, my loins thumped simultaneously into the same buttocks as my lubricated cock socked into her womb fully. My balls drummed a rhythm against her ample rump. 

Heavens, that's what it felt like inside this Empress's quivering yielding coochie.

I was lust-maddened and my body was aching with desire and my heart was thudding with passionate exertions.

I let one hand down her flanks to sample her swaying boobs as she bent before me, feeling the rich the melon-like ripeness capped with stone hard nipples lovingly. Her nipples continued to get erect as if to challenge or compete with the length of my erect cock that was mercilessly plundering her wealth in her quivering moist hot quim from behind.

She moaned shamelessly, lust knowing no bounds, years of denial and sex-starvation finding an avenue with this vigorous mating. Her lust-cursed Nymph body that craved for union was finally getting its due from my forceful humping.

I continued to hold on to her fattened big buttocks squeezing them firmly as I gritted my teeth and with a relish, ploughed her juicing pussy with redoubled vigour. Her hair flew all over the her wide fair back, her shoulder blades rippling to accommodate the rough shoving that she was receiving from my truncheon.

I extracted my erect cock once fully and it came with 'plop' out of her tight chute. Only when my cock felt the cool air, I knew how hot and wet her cunt had been.

Then I shoved back in again slowly burying it to the hilt as if embedding my flag on freshly conquered soil.

It was foreign soil too, and I had been given 'farming rights' by none other than the owner of the 'soil', her husband and the King himself. So I was doing sowing the seeds quite religiously there.

I drummed a steady beat rhythm on her exposed upturned white arse with open palms and clenched fists, causing the fair skin to redden all over again. The marks of previous spanking had only just faded and they reappeared again under my spanking. When I fucked her cunt and spanked her arse in step with each other, she moaned loudly with Ohs, AAAAhs , Ammaas, and ayyooos almost continuously.

. 

That was music to my ears and I was emboldened to pound her even more speedily, my head held high and my trunk laying it smack into her. 

I would gasp out sweet nothings that went as far as "Take it oh, you arrogant big queen, take this hard cock in your womb and see how it pleases you...Ah, there, you tramp, Oh, You glutton slut...Ohhh...Do you agree that your old hubby can never match this force, ha?" etc.

Sometimes I would take her flying hair in my hands using it like a rein on a horse pulling her head back, and rode her roughly. At other times, I would just grab her soft tiers of waist flesh with both hands and balance myself to impale her even more pointedly. All this caused our groans to grow louder and shriller and out came inane lusty mumblings that rent the air in the palatial bedroom.

Methika stood transfixed at the steamy scene, her hands now squeezing her milky white globes and her fingers teasing her nipples in unnoticed abandon.

The Queen was matching thrust to thrust with me and kept up a monologue which went:

"Oh, daaarling..Yeahhh..Like that...Haaa....Mmmmmmmmm... More and More..Yes, yes, yesssssss" etc

Suddenly I withdrew, exerting supreme control not to ejaculate, gave a short slap on her red well-spanked arse, and told her in a choked voice, to come on top of me. Man, I needed some break too... 

Was I going to take it lying down, you may ask...Hell yes, in this case with this insatiable seductive temptress, that was certainly not belittling my stature even for a proud Prince!

The sweating and heaving Queen Praudha with eyes burning with desire like flaming coals came over me and put her royal opulent frame on top of my body as I reclined on her bed. She sat herself on the root of my desire balancing carefully on her strong powerful thighs and ankles. 

She buried my still erect cock in her quivering hotbox, inch by inch, taking the stem in her fist, till her bush met my matted pubic hair.

She balanced herself carefully and started riding me up and down, my cock cleaving her depth vertically upwards now in a teasing rhythm that had me gritting my teeth and controlling my breath not to come then and there. 

Her soft fat labia squished against my pubis and wet 'sloch, puch, pach, pooch' sounds emanated. Our nostrils flared at the scent of our rousing secretions and our hairs stood on end in excitement.

As she rode me she wantonly squeezed her generous breasts and yanked her nipples out. Her sweat rolled down her smooth tummy, mixed with mine and collected in a pool in my navel.

"How do you feel?", I managed to ask in between gasps, thrusting my pelvis upwards unrelentingly.

"Oh, I am in seventh heaven, Prince Keyu...You make love so well..."She gasped out, her fair skin flushed and sweaty as she bobbed up and down on my love pole with unflagging enthusiasm. My cock penetrated up, deep into her 'well irrigated' pussy-soil, her juices trickling over the sides of my cock to flow all over my balls now.

Her big ripe tits rose and fell in rhythm of her movements and my hands covered those yummy spheres, pinched and pulled on her sensitive erect nipples no end.

She was incensed and inflamed with lust and started to jump up and down on my cock even more vigorously if that were possible

This was one real full woman, mature as old wine, quite unlike the youthful and supple assistant of mine, Rathi Priya. In all fairness to Rathi and her enviable libido and playfulness, Queen Praudha was in a distinct class by herself and I was so fucking glad that I had come here

In moments, we felt the rush of our climax coming like a storm in waiting and it exploded finally taking us in its wake over and over to the top of the pleasurable heavens. I injected wads and wads of copious boiling seed right up into her waiting womb inundating it, which ran out in rivulets all over out enjoined pubic area.

She gave a joyful shriek of pleasure and I groaned too in unison and every nerve of our bodies came alive as if a lightning had passed through them.

She fell on my chest with a weak low moan, breasts, thighs and all our limbs entwined in a final act of union, unwilling to let go of each others' body as our surging passions drained out of us.

I could not see Methika now, my guard who had probably vanished into the bathroom at the side, quite possibly cooling herself down after the throes of her own climax that ensued from her voyeuristic viewing of our vigorous animal-like mating.

We let the feeling of ecstasy linger for a long time. I looked at Queen Praudha after what seemed like a hundred years, and lifted her head to face mine.

"Was that a good introduction to your affairs do you think, Your Majesty?"

She giggled and purred like a cat, the signs of a well-fucked woman.

"Well, not bad for starters...The main course is still waiting, Prince...I mean we should be going to the Royal Dining hall now..."

She sat up, her undone long hairs sticking onto her sweaty breasts, which she tried to straighten and knot into a passable braid at the back of her head .Her tits swayed joyously from side to side with those movements.




Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 05



"Oh sure" I said raising myself on an elbow and managed to tweak those nipples playfully, "We need to have food first, if only to have more of nightcaps here... and of course, continue further investigations and explorations"

She got up and I had a glimpse of her full Junoesque body for a few more moments as she quickly covered herself in the red silk gown and offered a hand to me to pull me up out of the bed and leaned close to my face...

"Again, I assure fullest co-operation and I will divulge all the details to help you uncover the case fully..." She whispered meaningfully and winked.

I could hardly wait as I hurriedly dressed myself for the Dinner at the Royal Dining hall where again I would be meeting the other equally enthusiastic and co-operative Queens.

Methika had mysteriously reappeared at the doorway, Army dress and all, ready to escort me to what lay ahead.

-End of Ch 5--



Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 06



Ch. 6 - The Prince continues to probe with startling revelations

-1-

Escorted by an exhausted but composed Queen Praudha and a flushed Methika, I walked towards the Royal Dining Hall one storey below the boudoirs.

While I walked, I glanced at Methika and ribbed her,

"Oh, by the way, I don't think you guarded my body well this time around.

You saw the ruthless attack on my privates but could do nothing but stare and wring your hands in despair, now, didn't you?"

Before a harried looking Methika could open her mouth, the Queen who was next to me poked me in the ribs with an elbow and commented,

"She is supposed to guard you from enemies, not from her own Masters or Mistresses. Besides, it was not clear to her who actually attacked whom in there..."

We both laughed but Methika looked none too happy, the poor dear.

She kept silent and her eyes looked on dutifully ahead as if she would now make up for such lapses in duty that I'd alleged.

Before all this was over, I thought I would teach Methika to enjoy humour as well indulge in some basic dalliances of flesh. She was one step ahead of me and her big buttocks swayed tantalisingly with her gait. I smacked one open palm on her rump and smiled as Methika looked back shocked at my brazen behaviour in front of her Mistress but just cleared her throat and marched ahead.

The Royal Dining Hall looked resplendent in marble and granite glory.

Silver candle stands adorned the floor to floor walls, containing coloured lit candle sticks in them throwing just adequate light around. The arched doorways were decorated with dark silken curtains and the ceiling supported a huge chandelier that hung below slightly swaying in the breeze that came in from the large bay windows to the right overlooking the Royal Gardens.

There was a distinct fragrance of a rich perfume wafting in the air. 

The centre of the Hall had the huge white marble dining table with an assortment of silver and gold cutlery containing steaming food.

Despite being a Prince myself, I marvelled at the rich spread on the Table.

It was at the least a 21- course meal with a wide choice of liqueurs, fresh fruit juices and desserts that was sitting there on the sparkling white marble table. 

Yes, it looked fit for a King.

What made everything all the more appetising was the line-up of Queens who were waiting eagerly for me at both the flanks of the entrance.

I looked in growing marvel at the right flank where stood, the tall and big dark complexioned Queen Nitambini,( the high hipped one) the wheat-brown skinned attractive Queen Bhagamalini( the one who derived pleasure from her clitoris) and the thick thighed Queen Jaghini( Thighs-like-tree-trunks) and the lady with the sensitive neck, Queen Kantini. 

Standing on the left flank were the big breasted Queen Kuchala (breasts resembling water pots), the tall and dark Queen Padhini who had very long legs and sensitive feet, the Queen with long dark hairs, Keshini and the one with smooth hairless sensitive skin, Queen Charmini.

I could also see two very attractive ladies in mid thirties who were dressed unlike the Queens but looked gorgeous all the same. The first of the two marched to me with a delicate gait and bowed with a smile that lit up a thousand candles of desire in my young heart.

"I am Geethika, the Royal Singer at your service, Prince Keyura..."

I stared at this apparition and cleared my throat.

"If I am not mistaken, I am your pupil for the next few months, so I have to bow to you, Charming Teacher..." Thus saying I took her fair hand and kissed it gracefully and smiled up at her. 

She was wearing a certain perfume that was sweet and exotic. Her eyes were brown and the lashes were lined with dark eyeliner. When she smiled, her buttery cheeks dimpled and her pearl white teeth sparkled. She was an exotic piece of art for sure...

Before I could recover the second excellent specimen of the duo was upon me, jostling for space with Geethika.

She was tall and had broad shoulders .Her big-busted figure had a shapely waist flowing smoothly down to a healthy curve of hips.

She was bedecked with golden bands on arms and forehead and sported a waist chain made of glittering gold studded with coloured gems. Her silken saree rustled softly with her elegant movements.

"I am Nritika, The Court dancer. I am very happy to be of assistance to you, Prince..."

I nodded in wonder,

"I guessed as much. You are my second teacher who will impart me with the nuances of Classical dance...I am very please to meet you, my Guru..." I smiled and bowed, my heart dancing with joy of meeting such a beautiful Dance teacher. 

I took her hands for a kiss but she snatched it away playfully and folded them over her girded breasts in a Traditional gesture of the Indian 'Namaste'. (A greeting when two strangers meet).

"We will wish each other thus daily", she instructed in mock seriousness. 

I had learnt some basic dancing steps during my education of 64 traditional arts and so did a small dancer's bow to the audience in front of her...

She nodded excitedly "Yes, that is the correct one, not the folding of hands... You are one up on me already, Prince Keyura..."

Before she could complete, Queen Praudha laughed at the choice of her words and butted in, "He has indeed come here to be on top of us, you know..." and the laughter grew shriller. 

Nritika the Dancer smiled shyly and receded into the background, allowing the eager Queens to take the centre-stage. 

Well, I would certainly love to be on top of whatever these two female teachers had to offer, I thought and went ahead to the Dining table.



-2-





It was Queen Nitambini who took my arm and led me to the table. She had a Yellow and Blue Silk sari draped hugging her big robust frame and a matching yellow silk blouse that was so tight that her proud breasts almost tore through it as she walked. Her unique feature was surely her high and rounded hips that seemed to have a life of their own and swayed temptingly with her gait.



"Prince Keyura, please be my guest this evening. Hope you will like the delicious spread our chefs have prepared for you" She led me to a red cushioned high back hair that resembled a throne itself.

I asked obliquely,

"Hopefully the food has been sampled and tested for poisoning?"

Nitambini's cheeks reddened despite her dark complexion

"Prince Keyua, I am shocked at your allegation. Who could possibly have a motive to poison the food prepared in the Royal Kitchen?"

I held her hand, seated her next to me and said evenly,

"The same party who killed Senani and whisked away your astrologer Mantrik. I guess we don't have to waste time here any more asking inane questions and feigning shock, we all know what we are in for..."

Queen Praudha sat opposite me and held up her hand, 

"I know what I am 'in for', as you say..." She said mischievously, "I just had a sample of Keyura's capabilities in probing our affairs quite deeply..."

Queen Charmini sat on my left and replied, "To answer your question, Prince Keyura, the food has been sampled and tested negative for poison. I am in charge of the Kitchen, you see..."

I patted her superbly smooth skin on her hands and nodded. She sure had one of the finest smooth skins on a female form that I had seen among the Blue-blooded ones.

Queen Praudha got up to serve a steaming soup of exotic vegetables in a silver bowl saying, "This will serve as an appetiser for future courses..."

At this moment where peace and calm reigned and just when I was to sample their delicacies of food, there entered three more Queens, Queen Nabhini , the one with a sensitive navel, Queen Sthanika, the one who had big nipples, and Queen Tullini, who possessed arguably the best vagina in her race.

Although I was much inclined to enjoy the sight of the beauties of these women, I was startled at the grim expressions on their faces that foretold me something sinister must have taken place.

Queen Nabhini entered the room hurriedly and made her way to the reigning Queen Praudha and whispered something grave in her ears. Queen Praudha's face turned pale and she dropped the silver serving spoon in my soup bowl and looked up.

The other two queens sank into their designated seats with equally shocked expressions/ Queen Praudha started speaking in a shaky voice,

"It is my misfortune to announce that Mantrik's wife who was coming over here to reveal some secretive information on her husband's whereabouts has been killed by a poisonous arrow shot from a distance. She died right in front of her home an hour ago"

We were shocked to silence. It was me who broke the uneasy stillness.

"Who knew that she was coming over here with the specific purpose...I mean who told you?"

Queen Praudha looked at the other two in askance.

Nabhini rearranged her saree to cover her enticing abdomen and spoke, but not before her cute deep navel had peeked and smiled at me. I gulped.

"She sent word through her maid Chellini to the Queen's chambers that she sought an urgent appointment to talk about her husband."

"Needless to say that the maid has not been found thereafter and is going to be missing now", I said guessing the devious plot somewhat.

Queen Praudha sighed. "Mantrik's wife Maya was a very good friend and an advisor of sorts to all of us. This is so terrible... Whatever did the poor..."

I cut in holding up the silver spoon inadvertently,

"Who else lived in the house...?"

Nabhini answered again. She seemed to know a lot. She was the one I was going to work on, I thought.

"They have only a daughter called Jayalini, who is a widow and she looked after the parents. She is taking care of mother's funeral, the poor dear..."

I looked around and saw only crestfallen Royal faces. There seemed to be no dearth of the 'poor dears', I thought.

"Sorry Prince, we have to leave and pay an a visit to the household" said queen Praudha hurriedly and called out to all other Queens. 

I held up my hand.

"Look, I don't want to look discourteous, but I would start my own investigation only later with the daughter... Right now, I want to complete my meal while you girls are away...By the way, I want at least one of you to stay back with me as I hardly know my way around in here...Can she stay...?" I pointed to Queen Nabhini who blinked her eyes in surprise at my choice but smiled in acknowledgement.

"Yes, of course. Nabhini will certainly stay and make your stay comfortable while we are away..." She gave a knowing crooked smile at Nabhini and me and left with the other queens. The Royal dancer and Singer remained but I told them that I will come for lessons as soon as the things settled down a bit.

They nodded and left too.



--3--

Queen Nabhini and I remained in the Dining hall.

I gestured her to sit down next to me.

She took off her diamond-studded crown and embroidered silk heard scarf and threw it down on a settee and flopped down with a big sigh.

"Quite a draining moment for you, wasn't it?" I said pacifying her with a pat on her smooth arms. She looked at me. Her eyes looked sad but there was something of a mixture of expectation and tension in her that I could feel.

I got up and went behind her seat. She turned to me questioningly, but I shushed her with a finger on my lips.

I touched her silken hair on the head with both palms and slowly rubbed her scalp for a few minutes in silence. She arched her head back reflectively and sighed with relief and blurted,

"Prince, you do not know what this all means...She was close to us and I actually her saw her body before I came here.. She was shot through the neck clean. A horrible arrow it was too..." Her voice loud and tinged with excitement and she looked sorely upset at the mishap.

"Queen", I said with a firm but controlled voice, "I want you to describe the circumstances and surroundings as much in detail as possible. I want to know all that you observed at the scene of crime".

My hands patted her front and side locks down from behind her. She used a gentle herbal perfume on her hair and I thought she used sandal paste on her flawless shining skin.

I stood close to the back of the chair she was seated. The chair had large holes in the carved backrest and as I stood behind, she leant back and our bodies touched.

It was quite an intimate and amorous moment for me as much as it was comforting to be head massaged at the time for her.

My hands went to work on her smooth cheeks gently rubbing the soft cheeks in circles, trying to ease her tensions out. I slowly rubbed her closed eyelids warming them up.

She started talking in a low voice trying to recollect the details.

"Ok, her house is on a low area, kind of hidden by surround rising hillocks with a small and tidy herbal garden, where Mantrik grew medicinal hers for his work...

The door was facing the setting sun to the west and she had opened the wicket gate and not the main gate..."

"Uh huh" I said in encouragement. My hands now gently slid down over her ears, which looked like pretty seashells. She wore glowing golden earrings.

I cupped her neck with both palms from either side and turned her face up at me. I stroked her throat. 

She purred a low 'MMMMM' and went on, "...She must have turned her back to the house to close the gate when the arrow struck her..."

I bent my head and blew gently on the fore locks of her upturned face. Her lips were red and wet and parted enticingly revealing pearl white teeth

"That's a good guess about her turning back...But what makes you think so..?"

I could smell her perfume and it was heady. My crotch was now in close contact with the silken apron covering her smooth back and I felt a surge of excitement as my hands slipped down her shoulders rubbing and squeezing the muscles slowly all the way. 

My growing maleness throbbed against her accommodating back and she must have felt it instinctively even though she was preoccupied with the description of crime.

She sighed and leant back more firmly and wiggled her back and I had to hold back my own groan as she let out a slight giggle as if tickled.

She continued,

"The arrow, dear Prince, had pierced her back of the neck and was protruding grotesquely from the front and she had fallen face down in front of the gate...So how is that for a good guess?"

"Fantastic...You will make an able assistant to me..." I whispered and for the first time let my hands come up and brush her surging peaks of her breasts held tightly in the golden yellow silk blouse. 

Slowly I brushed aside the veil of Saree that covered the mounds in a casual innocent way and saw her cleavage for the first time. There were some beautiful droplets of sweat on the soft sloping upper mounds and the buttons ran the front way down.

"Then how do you think the killer must have hidden there...?"

I stood up and let my burgeoning manhood directly prod her back. As if on cue, she restarted even as I started a slow massage on the slopes of her soft boobs,

"Ahhh..."She mewled, "I told you that the house is hidden by high slopes and there are places where anyone can hide..."

My own hands now were on her high slopes and my fingers were itching to get inside and hide in the succulent flesh.

She growled now as my hands did a tantalising weighing of her ripe tits as if they were mangoes in a fruit stall and she crossed and uncrossed her legs repeatedly , getting turned on unknown to her.

My hands cupped her soft tits and found erect nipples poking right through the fabric hot and excited. I kneaded them together and then again, one by one alternately.

Her voice was now tinged with excitement now too, but for most part the initial sorrow of losing her friend was now giving way to growing lust.

"The slopes on the right side of the house are quite high and have large bushes covering them..."

I kept prodding my erect cock at her back as she sat and was wondering what her own charming royal bush looked like.

For the first time she noticed that her top two buttons of her silk blouse had been undone and my hands were cupping the warm globes through them.

" Oh, You naughty Prince, you..." she started and her own hands covered mine in protection, but I tilted her face up at me , bent and kissed her moist lips upside down, garbling up the rest of the sentence into something like "Mmmuahhhchhh".

She sighed and opened her lips more and our tongues entwined and did a snake dance. Her nose tickled my sensitive chin and vice versa.

My hands as with as my courage growing in confidence at the response, found her erect teats and tested their hardness catching them sweetly between my forefingers and thumbs. As I rotated the nipple knobs once clockwise and then counter clockwise, my cock also grew full and hard inside my underwear painfully. I snatched my mouth away with difficulty from her passionate mouth and drew her up on her feet from her chair.

She turned to me in a rush and the last two buttons popped out and flew down to the floor, and her blouse parted away fully bringing into view her melon big tits. Her eyes were swimming with brazenness and as her saree fell away to her waist, I saw her beautiful navel set bang centre in the smooth white plateau of her stomach. She had tied her saree well below her navel almost exhibiting her jutting pelvis. I thought the top knot of her dress, belted in with a studded golden waist band, just about shielded her pubic bush!

I stared at the marvellous piece of sculpture on a human form that was her navel. She was not called Nabhini for nothing, the one with an excellent and enjoyable navel. The navel breathed in and out with her as she stood gasping. I saw that it was cut clean and artistically at her birth and was set superbly on a gently sloping stomach flesh around, which tapered to the navel recess.

"Oh, Nabhini, how sweet you look down there..." I whistled and poked an inquisitive forefinger to the inviting inch-deep navel. She squirmed, gurgled and fell into my embrace in a swoop.



I could have had her then and there. But then my eyes turned to the dinner spread on the table and a wicked plan germinated in my mind on how I was to go about it.

--4—

I held her at an arms distance and she looked at me, a woman completely surrendered to her desires.

"Nabhini, Look at me, yes, we are going to have a good time, but not before you finish your description and I finish with the dinner..."I said mysteriously.

Her eyes opened wide and she gulped.

"You mean you are going to have dinner but I should sit and continue the story..."

I held a forefinger against her red lips and nodded my head to clear the confusion.

"Rather, I am going to have my dinner all over you now and yes, you will however continue to talk unmindfully..."

Without further ado, took her by her waist and heaved her onto the table clearing the dishes with one hand.

It was at this time that Methika who had gone over to escort the Queens to the door came right back to me, and seeing that I was busy with my investigative work, took a few hesitant steps back out of our sight but still stood at a peeking distance enough to satiate her curiosity. 

I removed the loose silk blouse covering Nabhini's torso. She was fair as a goddess and had broad but artistically sculpted shoulders and marble smooth arms. I removed her arm bracelets and carelessly dropped them into a tomato soup bowl and kneaded the place lovingly. I kissed and bit her shoulders and then pinched her turgid nipples that stared at me full of curiosity.

" Uh,,Huh ..Ouch.." She protested playfully." So you want the rest of the story, right?...Then you have to do a little stripping and show me if I am with a real man after a long time..."




Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 06



I stripped away my silken waistcoat and the Pyjamas that I had worn for dinner. As the clothes fell at my feet, Nabhini helped me with the rest by pulling away my gold chain and pearl necklace and from around my neck too.

I stood there looking at her, my blood engorged cock straining in the tent that it had made my loincloth into, my hands went to the knot of her saree and undid it and swept the garment away from waist down and the rustling silk fell in a heap at the bottom of the table near my feet. I kicked it away and drew her beautiful naked loins to the table edge and her own hands found my excited shaft then.

Even as she unshackled my waiting thick royal cock to outside, Methika uttered a lusty moan that was now becoming familiar to me. Nabhini behaved as if she saw or heard nothing else as she was absorbed in the passion play that was taking place on the Royal dining table. I made Nabhini recline and sleep on her back on the table top with little difficulty and sighed looking at what I was about to eat..

I was a devout vegetarian by choice but I had never felt hungrier at seeing flesh than I did now.

I took a strawberry and put it bang into her navel and moved my waist in between her superb thighs, bent forward and took it in my mouth. I sucked it in and out of my mouth back into the navel a few times and my tongue slithered around and licked the navel. My cock rested flat on the table between her spread thighs and waited throbbing at her entrance patiently.

She literally jumped at the erotic sensations that flooded her and her skin broke out in goose bumps. I raised my head and saw that her own silken panties was askew with all the squirming going on and showed a wisp pf black curly hair. With a crooked forefinger I parted the damp cloth and found her steaming hot pussy.

I looked up and found a bowl of honey which I poured on her heaving boobs and the jelly like liquid spread and flowed all over her dark brown areola from her nipples down her sides.

I urged Nabhini now with a prod with my cock at her molten hot pussy entrance and told her to continue, or else the show stopped. She moaned and continued grudgingly,

"Ahhh...Maya was carrying a jewel case in her hand and it was found empty beside her...I do not Know if anything was stolen..."

"No one had come there as a jewel thief for sure..." I said assertively and licked the tits clean of sweet forest honey all the way down to her ribs and top of her stomach whence it had spread making her squirm deliciously all the while. I caught her both honey wet nipples between my front teeth and pulled them out playfully. She cried, "Ammaaaaa" and lifted her legs up over the table in reflex.

She had raised one superb white thigh and kept it crooked so I could see her big rotund buttocks clearly.

I ripped her panties away with happy tearing sound that echoed in the Dining hall and I saw Methika's eyes stood quite shocked at the nature my investigative methods were taking. I spanked the Queen's big and naked white rump globe sharply with my open palm once on each cool cheek and they shook under the impact. The pain must have made her pussy contract and expand suddenly so Nabhini shamelessly lifted her shapely butt off the table tops so I could remove the torn undergarment and throw it away for good. Also with it went the unbelted golden waist band that clattered to the floor below to join our clothes. Silken panties and golden jewellery held little price for this Queen in heat. 

My nostrils caught the waft of her secreting femaleness and my face just buried itself in the honeycomb of her cunt. My tongue, fresh with the honey from her tits now tasted her intimate fluid lovingly.

It was becoming increasingly difficult for the gasping and groaning Queen to talk but I stopped licking her pussy and looked up at her raising my eyebrows...

She got the point and continued in a low whisper,

"The point to be noted is the poison used on the arrow was derived from the herbs grown only in the neighbouring kingdom and not ours...Which only goes to reinforce the hidden hand or foreign hand theory..."

My own hands were now hidden in her moist pussy folds, teasing the heated folds and laving it with fruit jam from a nearby container on the Dining table.

As I next started licking her clean of the fruit jam pulling on the excited clit bud, she groaned, thrashed around on the dining table a bit causing the containers full of rich food go precariously out of balance and some even spilled.

I took Pista Milk ( milk mixed with cashew nuts) and poured it lovingly in to her deep Nabhi or navel. The milk overflowed and I pushed my loins forward and my own eager and waiting cock eased itself into the lubricated pussy mouth evoking a 'Aah' and 'Ooh' from both of us as the luxury of comfort after teasing foreplay was well worth the effort. I bent and slurped the milk out of her navel which was a sweet little container and bit a little teasingly on her stomach. I also fucked her slowly with a controlled in and out movements of my trunk. 

As I looked at the food-laden table and the naked form of Nabhini on it, my hunger for food and lust combined to make my blood race and head light.

I made love vigorously driving my trunk against the table edge so my maleness sank fully into her quivering chamber each time.

We ate and fucked to our soul's content all the while. Hunger and lust competed in intensity to overwhelm our passionate bodies.

I took a ladle full of fruit salad and poured it lovingly over her shaking orbs of breasts and bent down to eat the jelly like salad from over her excited globes slowly to my heart's content never missing a beat with the thunderous lovemaking. I licked the areolas clean and bit both the fruits and her nipples together making her wince and moan even as the sensations of pleasure made her lift her loins more openly for me. As I fed with my mouth with food, I fed my cock to her hungry pussy too. 

I took one hold of her big jelly smeared tit in one hand for support and continued driving into her ever-eager pussy. Her years of hunger were being satiated on the food laden Royal dining table. I offered her a piece of sweet or a fruit now and then which she ate as if famished, more from surging lust than hunger and moaned unintelligibly with her pretty mouth full of food. Her hair during the wild session got strewn over milk and butter containers and looked eerily white while my own body was a mess of fruits, soups and sweat.

Soon our passion heated sweating bodies roared the way to a lightning like climax that made us scream wildly as my cock poured its waiting boiling seed deep into her womanhood. Her legs clamped like python over my waist and our bodies shook and pulsed as we came together.

It was unlike any love making I have had so far, a novel and quite crazy one if you look back, but the thrill and satisfaction was triple fold and so neither of us was complaining.

I could see the flushed and gasping form of Methika who must have watched all this with her eyes peeled and perhaps masturbated herself clandestinely and come herself too! Ok, I thought, she will get her chance before all this was over.

I slowly lifted the queen of the table and we slid to the marble floor belo and aly against each other quite contented, I patted her wide back, played with her deep navel and stroked her hair. As she made further attempts to bring my limp cock to life with a naughty hand, I asked her if time was not running out.

She lifted her head looked deep into my eyes; her eyes were those of a contented woman.

"Yes, let's get dressed and go before anyone comes in...I hope this is not a one off thing?" she asked with genuine concern.

I poked her navel with my forefinger and said, "This can never be one–off. You will get your turn another place another time... Meanwhile can we continue the enquiry about Mantrik's wife's death and probably go over and meet the survivor in the family, their daughter Jayalini?"

She got up and pulled me up too.

"I am sure you would like to probe her deeply too, to reveal any hidden ...uh...facts?" she asked naughtily and winked.

I slapped her reddened buttocks soundly one last time and sent her moving to where the heap of our clothes lay.

"All in the line of duty...Methika will be my eternal witness, in any case" I looked over at my guard's flushed face and she grinned back knowingly.

"Well, we need to go the Royal bathroom first, don't you think?" she pointed at our food smeared bodies, separating our clothes in the heap.

" I will be your guest!" I said resignedly. So she was getting her second coming sooner than expected!

----End of Ch. 6---



Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 07



Palace in Ecstasy- Ch. 7

Exploration in the forest, adventure and thrills galore

---- 1-------

The next morning saw me having breakfast with the Queen Nitambini, (the one with excellent high arse) in her Royal Balcony. As she mixed our herbal tea and arranged snacks making small talk, I thought. 

Mulling over the last evening's events, I was to have visited Mantrik's home where a bereaved daughter Jayalini was living alone. I had planned a questioning of the lady but Queen Nabhini who was with me till late evening had convinced me that it was a wrong time to visit as Hindu ceremonies of death were taking place and the home was full of relatives and priests.

After I had nodded in assent, the amorous Queen had whisked me off to a long bubble bath in her excellent palatial bathroom, where a tub full of cool water with aromatic herbs, rose petals and exotic perfumes was waiting.

We had washed off in the marble tub but soon the sight of the naked Queen in my close proximity in the tub resulted in another round of slow languorous lovemaking during which I performed cunnilingus on the wet Queen seated on the edge of the tub, my head buried between her smooth thighs and my tongue had laved her intimately. Soon the bath wetness in her groin was replaced by her own secretions and she became highly aroused and had moaned uncontrollably. I was sporting a raging hard-on by then and my cock dribbled perfumed bathwater and pre-semen copiously when I stood up behind her bent form. Her healthy fair arse globes dripping with soapy water beckoned me enticingly.

I had taken her there from behind, slamming into her wet yielding pussy with my hot princely cock till she screamed with unbridled pleasure. I was groaning too with my taut balls slapping into the crack of her soft arse in an urgent rhythm adding to the heightened passion and we had climaxed together and fallen down on the cold marble floor of the bathroom in an exhausted perspiring mass of entangled bodies. I had barely made it to my bedroom with shaking legs much later and had sunk into an ocean of deep sleep.

The lusty flashback got me erect again and I forcibly banished the thoughts and pretended to listen to the dark complexioned Queen Nitambini in front of me. Nitambini was a big framed woman with luxurious curves with a dark complexion and she looked bright and cheerful today morning to have received me. She was wearing an all red dress which hugged her lush curves with a chunri (a silken drape worn outside) casually thrown over her chest.

As she bent forward to serve me tea, the chunri fell from her shoulders and I saw she was wearing a red silk Blouse with a deep V-neck that showed her upper halves of jutting breasts corseted tightly with prominent nipples sticking out. I gulped hot tea too quickly and winced. Nitambini cautioned me to take it easy, as if she had noticed the reason. 

Easier said than done, I thought but remarked "Is it so easy to take you...Now I wonder..."

She giggled coquettishly and said mischievously,

"Oh, I don't know. Nobody ever asks me these days..." She must have known about my escapades with two other Queens so far and was biding her time. Such news travels fast in harems.

When she got up and turned behind to take a plate of home-made biscuits from her maid, I had an excellent view of her proud hips that shook provocatively through those taut red silk pyjamas. 

Nitambini, the one with excellent buttocks indeed, how appropriate! 

All this did my already semi-erect cock no good and I swelled more inside my loincloth.

I sighed, readjusted my loincloth trying to hide my burgeoning organ and pretended to listen to what she was saying. She stopped talking, smiled and her eyes twinkled with naughtiness as if she knew about my discomfiture.

Actually she was talking about a very pertinent topic. And that was regarding Mantrik's disappearance in the forest on the borders and why we should be going there on a detailed survey today. I drank the wonderful herbal tea with some tropical biscuits and listened. 

She was saying,

"Prince Keyura, you must be aware there is a very big patch of deep forest between our kingdoms on the East which also is a home for tribes, some of whom are our allies and partners but some, our sworn enemies. The neighbouring Kingdom on the Far East has been using our enemy tribes against us for all kinds of anti-State terrorist activities, although the helpful tribes have many a time tipped us off averting major calamities.

Mantrik usually found many of his medicinal herbs there..."

I interrupted with a hand on her smooth black elbow,

"Why did he have to go alone? Did he not have any guards or his assistants as escorts?"

Queen patted my palm and clasped it in her own. Her touch was warm.

"Yes and no. The assistants were never taken on these medicine picking expeditions that lasted sometimes two to three days at a stretch. Mantrik simply said he prayed to the Dhanvantari (the Hindu deity of Medicine) alone on those trips and he wanted no one with him then.

And he simply hated guards. He thought no one will ever harm an old man like him..."

I nodded thoughtfully. My hands played with the solid gold bangles studded with diamonds on her hand and as she bent towards me her silver and ruby crown twinkled in the early morning sun. She was wearing a rose and musk perfume which felt lovely.

I replied,

"Yes, no one would have harmed him unless they had a diabolical scheme of far-reaching consequences in mind..."

Queen looked up surprised and her hand clasped mine tighter.

"What diabolical scheme, we too have wondered...Apart from causing impotency to men and nymphomania to us women..."

I cut in,

"..And that is a blessing in disguise as far as I am concerned... But I am not talking about that...Anyway, why don't we go on this trip to the forest and see the ground reality for ourselves?"

The Queen pressed my hand one last time, got up and stretched. She looked what she was, a big woman with graceful proportions.

She looked out into the distance at the green rising plains and said,

"Yes, it is early morning now and we will be gone till lunch time...It will be rough riding most time, but our horses are good and know the stretch very well..."She looked at me as if unsure of my equestrian credentials.

I took her elbow and turned to go where my day guard, the black complexioned Gattika stood patiently near the door.

I replied,

"Don't worry...My riding skills are above par, whether it is a horse between my legs or a woman..."

She turned to me, her dark eyes lighting up.

"We shall soon see in the forest how skilful you are and how thrilling your company would be" She remarked almost providentially.

As it transpired, I was to need all my horse riding skills and other talents to face what awaited me in the forest.

---2---

We started out soon enough into the forest. I had selected a black horse which had healthy trained limbs, looked well-fed and rested. I wore my Royal silk waist and thick cotton pyjamas and gold embroidered boots and carried no weapons.

The Queen had her personal white mare from the Royal Stable. As she rode ahead of me out of the Palace gates, she looked voluptuous in red silk pyjamas and blouse with leather riding boots. Her big curvaceous hips, taut in her pyjamas swelled over the sides of her horse and the orbs danced deliciously with a jiggle in tune with the horse steps. I daresay she was wearing nothing inside those pyjamas. When she turned to look at me to explain me some local sight, her twin breasts used to jump around crazily inside her taut blouse like two rabbits eager to be released from a cage.

Gattika rode on her regimental guard horse, a good looking brownie, mostly navigating and directing us on the several turns that led into the forest. She was wearing her black leather guard overalls and skirt and she wore both her sword strapped to the waist as well as a menacing looking bow and quiver full of arrows on her strong muscular shoulders. Her enviable black muscles in her shoulders and thighs rippled with her stride in the morning sun. 

I was with two black, big and beautiful females; both equally desirable in their own right. One was a Queen of the State while another was a mere guard employed by her. My appreciation laced with lust made no such class distinction. I was slowly developing an erection and my swelling stalk rubbed against the saddle through my underwear as my gaze switched from Nitambini's jiggling rounded arse to Gattika's rippling thighs.

We had taken a shortcut from the rear gates of the palace and the footpath meandered into a shrub land but grew into a thicker forest with tall trees ahead. It was a rising plateau and the climb was slow but steady. All of us handled our horses well and the Queen cast an appreciative glance at me now and then as she saw me manage the unknown territory on an alien horse quite smoothly. Her smile revealed her neat pearly white teeth contrasting in a dark attractive face.

We could hear the birds chirping and the morning sun often shone through the thick leaves overhead. The interior of the forest soon became darker and damper as our horses slowly trotted over the rising plateau even deeper. There was enough light to make out each other and follow a set path led by the talkative Nitambini sometimes and some other times by the business-like Gattika.

Nitambini was explaining to me the intricacies of herbal medicine that she had gathered from Mantrik and I could see that he must have been quite an old man to have ridden alone into the forest and must have known exactly where to go and what to get as far as locating the herbs in this thick forest was concerned. We were riding side by side then and I could see Nitambini's shapely figure with its jumping big breasts and jiggling butt temptingly close. I salivated mentally imagining when I would taste the goodies.

We were soon on the borders of the Kingdom and were now venturing into the tribal heartland interspersed with bushy hillocks.

It was quiet and peaceful except for the click-clack of horse hooves. 

But it proved to be a lull before the storm.

Suddenly Gattika's horse neighed with alarm and pain and as I turned I could see a long arrow sticking out on its side barely missing the exposed thighs of Gattika riding on it.

As both Queen and I turned to look, Gattika was thrown off the unbalanced injured horse and the animal went down with a sharp whinny.

Even as Gattika was thrown down hard on the bushy forest path, I was sliding down the side of my horse to go to her rescue.

At the moment there was more commotion and the Queen who was only a few feet ahead of us screamed in terror. I looked where she was looking.

Two roaring wild beasts had jumped into our path from the bushes...A vicious looking striped tiger and a snarling Cheetah.

The animals had appeared suddenly as if this location was predetermined. They snarled and growled menacingly at us and leapt towards us in attack. I realised with a thudding heart that it all looked like an ambush.

Even as I ran to her, Gattika stood up with a deep growl of anger, her hair and skirt flying and her dark strong limbs supporting her admirably in reflex to counterattack the animals.

My horse petrified by the wild beasts, accidentally dashed against the Nitambini's scared mare and it neighed lifting its front legs in panic. The Queen screamed for help as she became precariously balanced on her mare swerving only on its hind legs.

I saw that Gattika somehow managed to hold the snarling beasts at bay with her drawn steel sword and the cold steel glinted menacingly when she swished it; the striped tiger stood back snorting momentarily but the cheetah kept pouncing at her. More arrows shot forth from all directions and all I could do was duck in reflex or use instinct to avoid being hit. The hidden attackers from the bushes surrounding us had got busy seeing that they had succeeded in surprising us by striking suddenly and viciously.

Gattika's injured horse lay whinnying pitifully on its side and I could see the animal was on its last breath. I realised with a chill that the darting arrows could be poisonous too.

I turned to look at the Queen who was busy trying to calm down her mare but all in vain as suddenly the two horses petrified at the sight of wild beasts and flying arrows, decided they had seen enough and started running into the forest, away from where I stood. The Queen screamed to stop the escape of her mare but the animals were uncontrollable.

The arrows chased the fading silhouettes of running animals but they got away. I was in a fix whether I should stay back with Gattika and fight the beasts or go catch the Queen and the horses.

I took a desperate last look at Gattika sparring with the wild beasts but I knew I had to run away from her after the Queen and my horse.

Gattika gestured to me and shouted, "Run sir, run. Catch the Queen fast...There is a deep valley and she could fall into it...I can handle these" Even as she gestured to me, the cheetah snapped at her hand scraping her. But in one clean swish, she drove the steel blade into its neck and the animal roared in pain.

I waited no more and ran away madly after the escaping horses.

My legs got bruised and shoes almost came off as I ran hard on the thorny ground, scraping my legs and feet oblivious of the pain.

I somehow caught up with my horse after a few minutes of persistent chase and took the reins in a hot trot and catapulted myself over into the saddle, all in one movement. It was some horse-riding, even by my standards.

But the mare with Queen Nitambini atop it was scampering away madly at a distance ahead and I chased it single-mindedly on my horse, hell bent on catching it. Some hanging branches from the adjoining trees slashed my chest and face badly but I rode on bravely. Small animals like rabbits and squirrels ran helter-skelter away and around us as horses running madly in their habitat were not an everyday affair.

I could already see the clearing in the forest where the land sloped to a deep ravine hundreds of feet deep. My heart sank as I realised how close the Queen was to a certain death as we sped interminably towards it.

My horse, egged on by constant poking in its ribs by my tattered boots, ran bravely forward .The Queen too was trying to desperately calm her animal to slow down but when she saw that her end was nearing fast, she started screaming in high pitch.

I caught her running mare in motion and threw myself against the riding Queen simultaneously. Both our horses were running side by side, you see and a deep ravine was gaping ominously at us. It was no mean feat under the circumstances as I kicked my horse slightly away from the ravine even as Queen and I flew into air from atop her horse onto the ground. 

The horses collided with each other, tumbled and fell in a heap near the mouth of the valley escaping death very narrowly. We rolled on the grassy ground over and over, in a tumble of arms and legs entwined madly for support, trying to slow down the descent, careening perilously close to the edge. We came to a stop, me on top of her after rolling over for several tens of feet and my feet actually went over the edge of the ravine. Even as I tried to get up, one torn shoe fell away into the gorge hundreds of feet below.

The Queen was screaming silently, her eyes closed, her hair strewn all over the face below me. I slowly disentangled myself from our desperate embrace, got up and looked. 

It had indeed been a heroic effort and a miraculous escape.

I kicked my remaining torn shoe away and stood barefooted. I saw that the horses had survived and were standing up now. They started running towards us in a show of loyalty.

The Queen sat up, a mess of dust and torn clothes.

She looked at me in bewilderment.

"My God" she croaked and coughed dust out "It was so sudden... You just saved my life miraculously..."

I cut her off, offered a hand to whisk her up and away from the edge of the land, into safety. I hugged her without any lust and felt the camaraderie of two human souls who had just stared at death in the face but returned to life.

She sobbed with feeling on my shoulders wetting my soiled silk shirt with her tears. I patted her back in consolation allowing her to cry. My hands felt her bare body wherever the red blouse and pyjamas had got torn during our fall from the horse. She was injured by a darting arrow in the waist and was bleeding; I saw that it was not a deep wound mercifully.

It was no state for a Queen of the State to be in, much less for a visiting Prince from neighbourhood.

Anger welled inside me on whoever had perpetrated this crime on us, ambushing us thus in deep forest.

Bu this was no time for self pity or revenge as I realised that Gattika, my guard might still be grappling with a wild tiger facing certain death.

As if by premonition, Nitambini looked up and asked,

"Gattika! Whatever happened to her, I wonder..."

There was no need to wonder as we soon heard running footsteps in the distance. Even as our horses came to a stop near us and we patted them to comfort lovingly, the familiar form of Gattika appeared which came as a big relief to both of us. 

As we left each other's cosy embrace a bit reluctantly, I called out,

" Hello, how are you? Any injuries?"

She did not answer, her cold gladiator-like face set with determination but merely nodded in the negative.

She held a blood-soaked steel sword in her right hand, her bow was missing and a damaged quiver contained only few arrows. She came to us in a run and I concluded that her horse must have indeed breathed its last.

"I killed the beasts, your Majesty" She turned to me and smiled a rare smile at me..."No problems with that, I was just doing my duty...

"Thank you, warrior" I said simply, looking into her eyes.

"Sir, dear Prince" She said with conviction "You deserve all the praise...You saved our Queen from an almost impossibly adverse situation" She pointed to the gaping gorge beyond with her sword to emphasise.

I nodded. 

"I was just doing my duty" I mimicked her.

Queen Nitambini interrupted,

"No, you both were all doing much more than what is defined as duty...Gattika, you are very brave"

She took Gattika's hand and pressed it in affirmation of the statement and Gattika kissed her hand back. 

Queens don't hug servants, may be.

I did not care then. I was breaking the class barrier as I hugged Gattika .She sobbed just once saying that 'her horse Bali had died and it made her sad'. I patted her dusty back and broad black shoulders comfortingly.

I took a look at our state.

We were a sorry mess then, bruised, injured with torn dresses. 

"I don't even know where I am ...May be you ladies do, being hosts and all that" I said feeling hopelessly lost.

Gattika pointed to the West and said, 

"Your Majesty, Isn't that the old forest retreat of the Mantrik there? The K.Mane?"

"Yes..." The Queen gasped, her eyes lighting up "We must be very close to the hut the Mantrik used to take rest when he was on forest expeditions. I have but come here just once with my husband, but I do remember..."

"So have I, with you two then" agreed Gattika nodding.

The ladies' dresses had got torn at many places and they looked partially naked.

Although it was no time for voyeurism, I could not help but notice Gattika's skirt was ripped open during her fight, all the way to her upper thighs. I could see plain cotton underwear covering her pubic mound. Now when she tried to cover it from our sight, the front of her blouse popped open and her heavy black breasts with pointed nipples were revealed. She quickly turned away from our gaze.




Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 07



I took off my shawl from my shoulders and put it over the Queen's, covering her ample bosom that showed through her torn blouse.

She looked at me ever so lovingly and gratefully. 

I smiled wryly to myself that I was covering her up now while all I had in mind earlier was how to uncover her fast!

I asked, "Is that Mantrik's place, a clean one with water, bath and bed?"

"Yes of course, Prince", replied Gattika still her back turned to us rearranging her dress. "Mantrik used to sleep there... and what's more, there is a stable for the horses inside too"

I replied, "Ok, that is just what we three need now." 

I patted my right palm on Nitambini's semi exposed arse lovingly where the pyjama was torn, prodding her to move on. She smiled back, amour replacing fear and shock in a flash.

I patted Gattika's shoulders.

"And Gattika, you can safely turn towards us too. We have all seen what you have got there and it is certainly nothing to be ashamed of!"

She turned back at us, semi naked and bleeding and I nodded my head that I meant it. 

"Mmmmm...Ah- ha!" mumbled Nitambini and cackled suddenly realising our conditions and stretched her arms in exhaustion. 

I thought her Queenly tits would almost tumble out into the ravine then!

That sort of broke the tedium and Gattika giggled too, her tits in the open, big black thighs exposed and all.

I was tired too but the sight of these two alive and semi naked females spurred me on to expect more when we reached the rest area they called K Mane.

---3---

We walked for about half an hour west into the sloping forest plateau and we came across a small river where we drank water with cupped palms and sat down.

"It is only five minutes to the cottage now...we might as well wash here and go" announced a jubilant Gattika and her succulent boobs nodded in assent with her. 

I rested my wary legs and stretched them into the cool waters of the stream. The sky was becoming cloudy and looked about to rain.

Our two horses had walked tamely behind us and now grazed the meadow on the river bed.

The women got into the water till their waist depth.

I splashed some water on my legs and cleaned the bruises and cuts and Queen Nitambini did the same too getting into the water. 

The latter was a sight more inspiring to my manhood as it became hard seeing the Queen's thick and smooth black legs splashing in water. The water reached her hips and the wet and tattered pyjamas barely hid anything and stuck like second skin on her abundant 'nitamba' or black healthy buttocks. She splashed water over on her exposed tits and washed merrily. 

I could clearly the deep recess between her arse globes and it looked deep enough to lose my palm in. Her broad waist tapered into delicious fleshy upper thighs and long smooth shapely ankles. 

Even as my hands itched at the very thought, Gattika threw her torn blouse away and her big black boobs floated like two fat fish on the surface of the stream.

Her nipples grew erect in the cool waters and when she swam near me, I saw the dark black areolas on her lighter shade skin of her humungous tits were pricked with goose pimples. Her nipples looked a prominent inch long, like small pebbles sculpted by Gods on her large tit flesh.

The Queen turned to me next in the stream and her soaked red blouse barely contained her heavy boobs inside which were straining against the tight wet fabric, floating buoyantly in the waters.

I saw that our horses were slowly getting in the mood too.

My horse, a stallion, was behind the Queen's mare now and was lasciviously licking her blackened puckered pussy even as the mare lifted its tail high to facilitate the partner's long pink tongue to taste her horny hole. I could see my horse's two-foot long cock nose out of its sheath and grow throbbing hard down below its belly in mounting desire.

There was lust developing in the air and Eros was smiling at us encouragingly, I thought.

Before I could contemplate any concrete action, rains came down sharply and we all came out of water and started to trot in the general direction of the promised nest. A semi-naked Gattika ran forward, her strong thighs rippling even in fading light.

Queen Nitambini tried to jog with my pace and in the process, looked a desirable mass of quivering naked flesh, big rotund hips and humungous boobs dripping with water.

The modest bamboo cottage roofed with dry grass was a bare five minutes trot up from the stream and we managed to reach the shelter gasping with the effort.

The cottage had a moderate sized hall with mud and cement floor and cotton fabric covered bamboo wall. The roof was low but a strong wooden truss and grass thatch protected us from sun and rain.

Our two horses had run along with us up into the house and soon Gattika goaded them to a low platform at the other end of the room and left them unshackled together. That served as their temporary stable.

"Whew" the Queen gasped and sprawled on the bare floor, her big thighs flailing.

"What a way to find the place, indeed" I uttered gasping with effort as well.

Gattika went away into the smaller room on the right and brought us a small bottle of green paste and held it out to me.

"This is a balm for cuts and injuries and you will not turn septic if you use this...This is what always Mantrik kept handy...A herbal balm" I took the bottle silently and looked at her, she was wet, injured and had no clothes. Yet her first concern was Queen and I.

I settled down on the floor below with Nitambini.

The Queen had spread a canvass mat she found in a corner and had sat down half reclining supporting on her arms on the floor and her naked legs stretched fully out. There were ugly gashes that needing tending.

She looked wistfully at me and said,

"Prince, I am very sorry to have had this happen to you. You are our guest and this is one poor show of hospitality..."

I rested my hand on her exposed thigh. It was wet and cool yet so supple at the same time.

"It's not your fault, Nitambini. Besides, my mission was not meant to be a peaceful vacation in any case" I said and beckoned Gattika to join us.

"By the way, let's talk a little about what happened.

We were ambushed if you have not already guessed. So who else knew about our today's trip and destination?"

Queen hugged herself and shook her head in the negative. 

"I had told just the Queens- Praudha and Jaghini, that's about it..."

I looked at Gattika.

"I have not told anyone, sir" she said seriously and I looked away after glaring at her. Something did not jell. She was the least suspicious in her behaviour but was that a calculated charade? 

"Let's not take this so casually. These criminals with murderous intentions have penetrated your security. Where is the loop hole?" I asked strongly.

"I don't know about any loop holes", the Queen uttered resignedly and I saw a big hole in her blouse through which I could see her black tits waiting to pop out.

She turned sides and her pyjama tore with the movement and more of her plump thighs came into view.

I gulped and continued,

"Well...If we don't know the hole, we cannot plug it..." and now the queen removed her blouse and out tumbled a lovely pair of jugs she had teased me for long with.

Next off, as it was becoming unwieldy for her to continue to wear the torn pyjamas anymore, she said "Excuse me" and tore it completely off and flung it to a corner in one fluid movement.

I croaked my eyes widening in disbelief and delight at the marvellous sight, "There must be a mole somewhere... a disgruntled maid, a greedy cook, a crooked charioteer...some-bloody-one!"

Can we discuss all that later.. I am hurting" complained the nude Queen pointing to her wet limbs. Her pubic mound was covered with moist hair covering her prominent labia.

I growled in my throat and my excited manhood grew even more impatient in my underwear. I moved closer to queen and said "Let me look how I can help you"

Gattika sucked her breath in audibly and I saw that she was frowning at the horses.

I turned my attention to the stable where horses had started to fondle. My stallion was licking the Queen's mare where it wanted to mount. Her horse she-cunt!

Both the animals co-operated with each other and snorted through their flared nostrils in excitement.

The Queen saw too and crossed and uncrossed her legs as if the scene affected her. Gattika made a move to stop the action but I shushed her with a finger on my lips. She got the message and shyly looked away. I wanted to watch and more importantly the scene was bound to kick-start something more exciting in Queen Nitambini's senses too.

She grew red in the face at the animals' open display of intimacy but suddenly looked at the bottle of herbal paste on my hand and said, "I am scared to death of these balms as they burn horribly but will you please apply it on my back please?" 

She was begging me with her eyes as well. She was one grateful soul. I had seen that her back and thighs had long and deep cuts still bleeding and I was secretly happy to oblige as nursing injured could yield unexpected bonuses.

I opened the bottle of ointment and took a dollop of green paste and moved close to her outstretched legs.

"Don't worry, Queen...I am gifted with magical healing touch" I bragged and touched her cool bare thighs and started rubbing in circles.

I moved behind her so that I had better access and applied a liberal amount of paste on he deep gash on the back. She winced at the burning sensation but controlled herself. Besides her eyes were inevitably drawn to the horseplay being played out in the stable and if anything the stallion's black truncheon of a cock was now slapping up and down impatiently on its underbelly. And he licked the mare's black puckered hole even more animatedly with his open flat tongue. The mare shifted her legs hither and thither and lifted her tail out of the way of her mate's face giving more of her to him.

Where the arrow had scraped Queen's waist, I took special care and applied small quantities with one hand and rubbed slowly and with the free hand I provocatively caressed her heated smooth black flesh all the way from upper thighs to her exposed pubic mound. It felt humid and ready.

I washed my hands clean off all burning paste and asked her to stand so I could get up close and personal near her marvellous arse.

She stood and gasped as she saw my stallion attempt to mount the mare and his long cock stabbed her all over the mare's butt in vain.

But I looked at the job in hand and that was to caress her soft black butt cheeks. The flesh was smooth without blemish, yielding cushiony baby fat and I squeezed the pliant flesh with both hands relishing the electric sensations that it sparked off in my groins. I slowly removed my loincloth undergarment with one hand and let my ready prick sniff the fresh air of the room.

Now the Queen backed up to my touch and drew an excited breath again which shook her big frame lightly. Now it was because the stallion had at last mounted the mare successfully and from this distance too, we could see he was doing a vigorous enthusiastic job of it; following it up with hard bucking motions with his trunk. The horses neighed in glee and primordial relief of having got united in love.

The heady smell of sex wafted in the air and I saw with a pleasant surprise that Gattika was getting too involved and was now standing gloriously naked without any inhibition observing the horses coupling.

I opened the Nitambini's big butt cheeks wide apart with my fingers and I brushed past her prominent bung hole and onto the fleshy juicy vulva, its pinkness smiling at me.

My fingers cleared her damp hair and prised open the squishy fat pussy-lips and managed to wedge inside feeling the welcome warmth of her moist inner walls.

I started a slow licking exercise as I covered her soft pussy walls end to end, lapping with the flat of my tongue and sometimes probing the sensitive clit with the tip of the tongue, my lips sucking and chewing the pliant lips and sucking her oozing nectar from within.

"Ahhhh.... AAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh" she groaned with uncontrolled pleasure and ground her big butt to my face as I orally stimulated her sleeping desire and stoked her fire in the womb.

Then not to be satisfied, I slowly moistened her anal opening with my saliva and her own juices, and probed the tight rectal passage with a thumb while three other fingers went into her leaking wet cunt. My thumb buried to its knot in the anus and three fingers frigged her jelly-like cunt.

Using all five fingers of my hand in two yielding passages of hers, juggling them and taunting her innards with my digits I slowly brought her to the edge of maddening passion.

She clamped her hands crept behind over my head holding me firmly in the crack of her big arse and uttered a primordial guttural cry and that went

" OHHhh..ahhh...My poor pussssssyyyyy! Umnhhhhh"! Etc

I licked my fingers off her musky secretions lasciviously and peeped at what was beyond her.

The Queen was grunting and panting with lust but also absorbed in seeing the stallion mate aggressively with the mare and seemed to be mesmerised like Gattika who too was becoming excited and was squeezing her tits to contain her own surging animal instincts.

I got up and thrust my own erect throbbing prick to her soft buttocks and whispered in her ear, "How about doing likewise?" referring to the horses at play.

She turned back and looked as if she noticed me for the first time and instinctively pushed her hips to my cock trapping it between our burning bodies.

"Oh yes, Prince... God knows I have waited long enough..." There was no need to say more as my hands cupped her heavy mature tits and she turned her head back and kissed me full on my lips. I made the kiss last long as I played with her tongue as well as tweaked her pea sized nipples between my fingers.

Gattika mewled something like "Mmmm...no" in envy as she saw that everyone except her was indulged in sex then.

The queen took my raging stallion of a cock in her hand and gave it a squeeze and I panted with excitement. 

"You have already saved from the edge of death, my hero. Now let's see if you can push me over the edge..." she whispered seductively but by then I was already was bending her over.

I had to be careful here. We wanted to make love for sure but she had bruises and wounds all over and I could not risk hurting her inadvertently in the heat of passion.

So the standard missionary position was a no-no and it had to be doggy style.

I held her wide black waist carefully with both hands avoiding the wound and placed my throbbing piston in the wet cranny between her formidable nitamba. She groaned with anticipation and quickly guided me into the crack with her own hand. My cock kissed her waiting vulva.

My cock-head sank inch by inch into the juicy warmth of her pussy passage and I mewled with a groan of pleasure.

The walls of her accommodating cuntal passage received me with tears of happiness that oozed on the sides of my knurled stem down to my testicles. Nitambini was soaking leaking wet there and my prick revelled in the luxury of mating such a royal pussy.

The queen was bent forward her dark still wet hair cascading down her neck to the floor, her prominent black globes of ass shining in the dim light of the room challenging my blood engorged manhood to sample the goodies that lay within.

I held on to her waist gingerly and sometimes on her unhurt flanks and upper thighs for grip to thrust gently into her inviting pussy. I used to sink very sweetly and gently making her growl with unbridled lust like "OHHH..Ahhh Ammaaa" till my entire thick 8-incher was imbedded in her velvety passage; and then slowly back again till just the bulbous head remained in the mouth of her womanhood. Then sometimes I would pull her head up by bunching her hair and using the fist for grip there, I would ride back in slowly and firmly till my nothing remained outside and my groins thudded softly against her butt cheeks and they jiggled deliciously with the impact. Her deep mature pussy was able to swallow and hold my entire pulsing length of young prick safely in her cosy warmth and it felt heavenly to fuck her this way.

Mindful of her injuries and being cautious is one thing but working a slow-motion love making skilfully is another. This slow and gentle pace tested my endurance and ejaculation abilities to their limits.

My cock wallowed in her juicy warmth and my hair in the nape of the neck stood on end anticipating a glorious climax.

The stallion's own cock in the dim light bored into the mare's deep passage and his legs were on her back and the pair bucked wildly in the stable. The hooves raised dust and scattered the dry grass on the floor. 

Nitambini's senses were inflamed with the visual titillation this voyeuristic scene provided and she bucked her waist wildly too as we neared climax. I was afraid I may not hold her too cautiously with such wild bucking and all. But apart from a few strands of her hair that remained in my fist which I had used to rein in our movements, no further damage was caused but her body succumbed to raging desire gladly unmindful of any discomfort and we roared to a joint orgasm.

I saw in the middle of those orgasmic throes that a fully naked Gattika had lifted her one thigh and rested the foot on a stool and frigged her own probably steaming cunt to her satisfaction.

The horses neighed together signalling the culmination of a wild copulation while I held on to the pendulous sweaty bosom of the queen in one hand and a soft buttock in another and collapsed to the floor exhausted. Our hearts were beating like war drums and our lungs strained madly to restore normalcy.

The rain had stopped outside and I hugged Nitambini, rested my head on her soft bosom and slept.

------4------

After a few hours, I left for a walk to the stream.

We had wakened after a peaceful nap of a couple of hours. Rubbing each other's contented bodies we had kissed and laughed away our tensions of the near death episode.

She had started to search for some clothes in Mantrik's old steel trunk and I had teased her why she needed clothes at all after what had transpired.

Her dark face had then further darkened with 'lajja', the shyness that Indian women feel after committing adultery with a strange man. 

She had pushed me out saying that 'this whatever' had happened here must remain within the four walls and Gattika. I had slapped her playfully on her proud nitamba (the buttocks) and asked, 'what about the horses?'

I had left the cottage as peals of her laughter echoed in there, looking for Gattika. Horses stood silently and slept.

The rains had stopped and air was fresh and smelt wet soil.

It was still overcast and cool. I found my redoubtable bodyguard on the river bank sitting relaxing hugging her legs and resting her face on her knee caps.

She was lost in thought looking distantly and hadn't noticed my deliberately surreptitious arrival.

I snatched her sword from her side and held it across her throat. She was surprised but had lost none of her warrior instinct. Like an attacked cheetah, she fell speedily to her side avoiding the naked blade and kicked out at me all in a flash.

I was not Prince of a mighty state for nothing and swung away from her flying legs, pulled the sword away and threw myself on her. Both rolled for several groping moments on the mossy bank. The sword clattered into the water's edge and she raised her head and saw me hovering over her sprawling body. Fright gave way to relief and she asked me astonished, "Prince oh, its you! But whatever made you do this? You could have very easily been..."




Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 07



"Harmed, eh? Not much of a chance I gave you there now, did I?" I bent down and kissed her full on her half open mouth and entwined my legs with hers.

"Wha..What..." she was confused and aroused but knew that I was behaving with impropriety and she should be careful.

I extricated myself from her moments later after this show of my dominance and it somehow made me feel superior and capable enough to handle her, a strong female warrior that she was.

We sat and looked at each other. She was still topless and her breasts were not just enormous but stood high and proud with raised nipples. Her skirt was in tatters and her pubis was now bare after the horses' incident.

I asked her mock seriously,

"OK, how much money would they offer to buy loyalties of a woman like you?"

Her eyes sparked with anger at my allegation.

" Sir, this is preposterous... You can't seriously suspect me; I have served the Kingdom all my life..."

"We are not playing cops and robbers here, sweetheart...It's a sinister life and death crisis here and it's my job to suspect everybody till proven innocent"

She looked aghast.

"Why do say that? I mean, what did I..."

I shrugged, "Gut feeling, basically. Besides you insisted on coming with us though Methika was drafted by Queen Nitambini initially. You could have come with us to oversee that the plan worked and everything went well"

"Oh, that one!" she nodded and her dark face lit up with a smile "Methika had her monthly periods last night and requested me whether I could cover for her. She did not want her inability in such a situation become a security risk...You see, we women in such times..."

I held her shoulders in my arms and said, "I don't need a lecture on gynaecology...Then why is it that Methika left hurriedly today morning from her quarters to Mantrik's house to meet Jayalini?... I hear the two women aren't exactly bosom friends... What does Jayalini know that her mother died for? Or is that she knows too much and Methika has silenced her?"

I had taken an early morning stroll around the palace before meeting Nitambini for breakfast and had seen Methika leaving hurriedly on a horse and the entry on the Gatekeeper's book mentioned Mantrik clearly.

Gattika shook her head exasperatedly,

"You are getting it all wrong... OK, the time has come for you to know what they haven't told you..."

I was taken aback.

"And you will tell me the truth... How do you propose to prove it?" I challenged.

"You can ask Queen Praudha or any of them whom you have had a good acquaintance with..." she smiled knowingly.

"The truth is that Jayalini is not Mantrik's daughter at all" She declared "She was born to our King's elder brother and wife who were killed..."

My throat was dry. "So..."

"By our enemy King as he was betrayed by his younger brother, our King Muduka...It was all a selfish power game and a classic case of sibling rivalry between them when they were younger"

"Annan, the elder brother wooed and married his younger brother's girlfriend. He was also tipped to be the next heir to ascend the throne. Muduka could simply not digest all this and live calmly. He was aching to get rid of his brother conveniently... When Annan went for a negotiation meeting to the neighbouring state, he tipped the enemies off and got him and his wife assassinated...He is now reaping the seeds of his hate that he sowed years ago..."

I reminded, "Jayalini and Methika?" 

"Oh, yes...Jayalini knows how her parents died and how she narrowly missed being a princess in the same state she now lived as the Royal Magician's daughter...Methika is actually a cousin of hers... They pretend not to be getting along all the time; it's just an act... Methika sometimes supplies her with some important information that she gleaned as a guard in the Palace..."

I looked at Gattika's topless beauty and how her solid boobs stood out proud and elegant. My hands started a natural appraisal of her thigh muscles which had tempted me for long. She felt like smooth banana tree trunks there and had prominent toned tendons... the same ones which rippled when she ran and as I slowly massaged her aching legs she sighed too... 

"Can't say how sorry I am to have alleged treachery on you, Gattika. But I knew there was a lot more than what meets the eye...so I took a chance..." I explained softly.

Her thighs cranked up suddenly as an ant pricked her and so my hand which was feeling up her upper thigh fell into her warm pubic mound by chance and I saw 'what had not met my eye till then'... Her black-lipped glorious pussy mound. It was shorn of all hair like all female warriors preferred and her puffy outer lips smiled to reveal the long gash of pink inner walls.

She looked up and I looked into her eyes. We burned.

She just swooped into my arms; the big and strong body guard surrendered her own body up to the Master. No resistance and no more fight were left in her at that moment.

I did not waste a single second and took her properly in my embrace and kissed her madly all over her dark face.

She mewled with animal-like pleasure in her throat as her pointed nipples scraped against my chest hair and stood up. She divested herself of her tattered skirt and displayed her waiting fevered body to me in all its naked glory.

She towered over me like a dark Amazon for sure but a benign one. And one who had yielded to me. And one who wanted a feverish coupling and satiation of her burning lust which had been stoked in the last few hours of excitement.

She was at least six feet tall with broad shoulders and toned muscles of a body builder all over. But her breasts and hips remained big and soft. Her smooth belly was a plain plateau softly curving down to a wide pelvic area, the centre of which was a biggish pubic mound, plump and soft like a hot bun from a bakery. As her legs moved to sit down, her pussy crack opened between two puffy black outer labia and smiled invitingly at me.

My cock felt like it was six foot tall too and my heart thudded with breathless desire.

I took one of her hands and pulled her down beside me. She flopped down half over me and I took her big wrestler-like frame in my arms and started kissing her all over her strong shoulder blades, wide back and hard muscular belly and sides in a series of lusty pecks and my saliva wetted her shining black skin leaving a trail of moisture in its wake. I eagerly pried open her firm muscular thighs and held them apart and gaped at what made her a woman.

Yes, muscles and strength be praised, no one could deny that all her body building, muscle toning and arms-training had also turned her pubic mound to a spectacular specimen. It was a healthy soft plain mound, a perfect hairless triangle completely hairless and her well-developed outer pussy lips were just about the only thing which made her look vulnerable in her entire structure. 

I looked at this certain weak-spot of hers where she ached like any other lesser mortals and quickly knelt and buried my face in there.

I opened her velvet black outer labia with my fingers and kissed her smack on the inner wet tissues once. Then I rearranged her legs wide apart and here her training enabled her to open the trained thighs further apart than others could.

I slurped on the pouting circle of her pussy as if it was her mouth and lapped the cunt-al passage actively. My tongue buried in her heated pussy till my nostrils flattened against her pubic bone. My lips and the naughty tongue made merry vigorously sampling her twat with enthusiasm, lapping and sucking and making slurping sounds, zeroing in on her distended clitoris. 

She was breathing heavily and soon my oral worship of her intimate femaleness made her groan and pant madly. Her passage oozed her nectar, thick and pungent fit for a strong warrior woman like her. 

"Fuck...Oh, Fuckkk and Fuckkkk me!" she cried, her desire overtaking self-control (should I say 'self--cuntrol'?) as if it were an order by a dominatrix but I was not her slave but her Master.

I inserted my forefinger below my tongue in her juicy pussy and rotated it everywhere till her breath came in rasps and her strong hands held my head captive there.

It was then that we felt sharp raindrops drum on our bodies and anti-climax though it was, we had to suspend our pleasure play then and there.

I patted her firm tits longingly and said," There will be another day and another time! Let's go now..."

We ran back into the cottage as rain started heavily all over.

---5---

It was late afternoon by the time the sky cleared and any chance of starting our journey back to the Capital arose.

Except for some guava we found near the cottage, we hadn't eaten since breakfast in the Palace and we were injured, and tired.

Nitambini looked demure and shorn of all glamour in the dusty white cotton shirts and Khaki shorts she had managed to get into. Gattika had bandaged her with cotton rags on the waist. I had put on a makeshift bandage on my legs myself. We started out on her horses, sharing the two.

The queen and I took my stallion and Gattika rode on the mare.

The soil was damp and we had to take a detour to the Western plains and back again to avoid being targeted by enemies again. I had a small mishap en route as I tried to duck awkwardly under a swinging thorny branch, lost balance and went sprawling on the ground. I pulled a thigh muscle but it wasn't serious and we kept on till we reached the Capital fort gates.

A sentry who had been sent by the King to look for us met us and he gaped when he saw our condition and immediately turned on his horse and left for the palace to inform the anxious party waiting there.

----End of Ch.7---- 



Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 08



---1---

We were a wary trio that returned to the palace that night on two horses.

I was dog tired, bruised and wounded and had almost developed a fever by the time I rested my head on a soft pillow of my Guest Quarters of the Palace.

There had been an anxious party of the Royal Family that had awaited us in the Palace. King Muduka and queen Praudha looking gravely concerned at the turn of events that had befallen us were leading the reception party. They wanted to know so many things at once as obviously they were responsible for their ilk as well as the revered guest that was me.

I sent a word the same night back home to my Father and asked to dispatch my able assistant Rathi Priya. I wanted her near me for nursing me back to health as well as brainstorm about the unfolding mystery here. For some days at the least.

I revealed my inclination to the Harem and queens though disappointed understood the importance of a fully recovered investigator sooner in their midst.

Queen Nitambini, our joyous mating aside, had needed a stitch or two and needed rest till wounds healed. And so had Gattika who had asked for few days off to recover to her fighting best. Methika had in turn chosen to cover for her both the shifts. I had assured Methika that all I would need was just bedroom gate-keeping as I had not planned on leaving the premises for anywhere else some more time.

I was eagerly expecting Rathi the next morning as I knew as she would make a world of difference to my condition in every respect. Queen Praudha was with me then trying to give me company and make small talk. She looked as if sex with me was then the furthest thought in her mind though by her body language I knew she wouldn't mind a rough roll in the bed once more any time. But I was just not getting into the mood just then yet. 

Then a turbaned messenger had announced that my Guest had indeed arrived from my kingdom. I went over to the window to catch her alighting from the chariot but she had appeared at the doorway already, looking a picture of confidence and prettiness tinged slightly with the worry of my health . Her eyes lit up like thousand lights as she saw me and she approached me with the glee of a lover, but when she saw queen Praudha with me, immediately she became formal and chaste and greeted me accordingly.

"Rathi, my dear, how have you been? Seems like ages but you look splendid as usual..." I remarked grinning happily.

"Thank God Prince, that you are well and safe. I was so worried despite knowing your heroic talents..." She came to me in an urgent trot. She was wearing a silver silk pleated gown and her upright bosom jiggled happily in her gait.

She embraced me casually, kissed my hand and winked at me but with her back to Queen Praudha so I knew that everything was going to be alright as soon as we were together alone.

Queen Praudha was nobody's fool remarked carefully, " I am sure you two will have so much to discuss and do together now...Rathi will surely bring you back to full health soon enough" and smiled mischievously.

Rathi bowed to her and replied, "Yes of course, your Majesty...I will strive day and night to see that our Prince is nursed sufficiently back to his full potentials to manage all your affairs" she stressed the words 'your affairs' that the queen looked up in suspicion and both knew what it implied!

As the Queen Praudha left the room reluctantly and left me in the company of my sexy charming assistant, I lifted Rathi in my arms waist high and danced in happiness. Rathi begged to be let down, but I replied that 'I never let down her expectations' and carried her to my bed. But that was all I could manage as my legs gave way and I collapsed midway on the bed and Rathi fell all over me clumsily.

"So sorry, honey bun... my thighs hurt and so I couldn't..." I started but Rathi moved half over me and calmly said,

"No more histrionics, dear Prince, you hear? You will obey my orders implicitly so I can see to your full recovery. Any violation, I leave..."

I caught her both hands in mine and looked her in the eye saying,

"I understand but the fella here can't hear or think...You can't blame me for his indiscretions..." and I guided one of her hands down to my hardening semi-erect prick. Rathi looked and gave a cry of pleasant surprise, "You are incorrigible, Prince...How can you even get it up in the middle of all this...?"

I shrugged and lifted my hand from hers but it still remained playing with my burgeoning length through the silken underwear.

"Well, that's about the only equipment which has not suffered any damage. You are here to see I fully recover everywhere, so that is one area you need not worry..."

"But I need to test whether the equipment has lost any of its cutting edge qualities it possessed" she said mock seriously and pinched my sensitive cock head making me jump.

I hugged her full soft form and she came over me so my cock now poked her up between the thighs through her silver silk gown.

"Nothing but a simple case of battery over-discharged there, if anything... I am sure you can restore my batteries soon?" I asked naughtily.

She kissed my nose from above and whispered, "Not a chance, I will not allow your batteries to go dead for a minute from now on" She completed the pillow talk with this promise and got busy undressing us both.

(Batteries were there in Indian kings' age? You may ask.. They had something similar in their technology but those words won't fit into the present context for readers. Poetic license, if you please!!!- Author)

----2---

The next fifteen days were spent in absolute bliss for me. Rathi Priya, my caring and accommodating female assistant served me and took care of me in the most delightful ways only Lord Kama, the Indian God for passion could have devised better.

In the name of restoration of my health, she took full charge of my daily schedule- when and how I woke up, what I drank and ate; how much time I spent in the Bath and how much of physical exercise I needed and so on. The only common factor among all the criteria was sex, sex and more sex with her through out the day and night.

If she decided that I woke up with my erect cock throbbing and already leaking pre-semen in her velvety hot mouth then so it was. She would stop me from taking any action lest she would tie me up and would suck the orgasm out of me leisurely. I learnt to endure the sweet torture of doing nothing when I was going over the edge of sanity, something that requires tremendous self-control. Sometimes she would suck me twice in a row and my hot seed would drain out of me inside half hour. She would call it was some 'health treatment' and would pay no attention to my attempt to fuck her in a proper way. But if she had decided that I would wake up at the crack of dawn with her mounted above me, then so it was. Suddenly I would wake from sleep and see her lovely nude form slowly riding my erect manhood; her hands caressing my chest and face till I went to the ejaculation stage but she would stop for a break abruptly, and start feeding me apples, cashew nuts and kesar mixed Milk in bed, till I got distracted and my organ softened inside her tight twat. Then she would inexorably restart the sex act, dragging it on ever so slowly, preventing me from doing anything but allow my hands to squeeze her soft tits or pull on her distended nipples from below. She would not allow me to talk and nor would she, except grunt her lust through gritted teeth but the slow teasing humping would go on till she liked. Sometimes my bed would be creaking thus with our movements for over an hour and she herself would be enjoying multiple orgasms silently but I was told strictly 'not to come when I wanted'. Such were the rules she laid for me... before I got laid, I mean.

I would finally be allowed to shoot my load when she demanded so, whispering 'Now, Prince NOWWWW...' and she would squeeze my taut balls in her fist and I would feel like I would pump litres of cum into her welcoming tight cunt then. I thought sometimes I would die of this slow teasing pleasure then but if anything, I came back more alive and of course more horny for her. All this went in the name of my 'recovery and rejuvenation programme'.

If this was about our bed habits, our bathroom habits were even more exotic and novel. She would stand over me while I was seated on a marble stool and bathe me with exotic hair oils, body lotions and sandal paste etc with her hands so lovingly for hours carefully. Many times she would ask me to fuck her on the spot bending over a bathtub or standing in front of a mirrored shower stall. My cock would spring at these lucky opportunities without fail. Even if we had finished a long lovemaking minutes earlier, sometimes she would get the mood again and would mount me facing me on the lap. My ability to get erect again quickly made her wonder as well as please her immensely. She teased me that I was a perfect chivalrous gentleman as I never failed to 'get up for a lady!' 

In those unforgettable days of recovery, I had fucked her from behind, both of us dribbling bathwater and soap in the middle of a bath; I had entered her tight eager pussy standing behind her, with my hands cupping her water-soaked tits. I had applied exotic herbal oils and pastes on her nipples and pussy lips and licked them clean or shot wads of thick white semen all over her grunting in ecstasy. 'My King's gift... My prince's seed... Make me pregnant with your life juices, my darling' she would refer to my dripping cum on her in those lust-mad moments preceding climax.

Once she became so horny in the bathroom seeing me urinate with a semi-erect penis that she offered her glistening ample rounded buttocks at once, asking me to enter her sweet puckered arsehole saying 'she felt hungry like she needed a meal then'. It was a novel first time for me and I had taken it up sincerely and had penetrated her sweet tight bowers, my loins thumping against her ass, my cock feeding her hungry belly till she endured six straight climaxes and then I had sowed my seed in deep her stomach through her nether mouth. She had said 'now she was full' and 'her hunger satiated'.

She took full advantage of my leave from duties and by serving me varieties of cuisines and delicious food. Here too, most items were deliberately mixed with exotic aphrodisiacs like ashwagandha, ginseng and makaradwaj (comparable to Viagra) or plain intoxicants like Bhang (a type of herbal cocaine) she had personally selected.

She would choose a particular dish and a matching aphrodisiac suitable for an appropriate sex act that she had planned comprehensively in advance for that day. All this she personally supervised from the Royal Kitchen. If one type of dish excited me enough to perform cunnilingus on her soaking pussy for a whole afternoon, (her pussy nectar had 'curative value', you see); then another dish would prepare me with a day-long erection which was an 'after effect of the dish' and that which could be cured only by multiple vigorous intercourses with her in every position, in every place in the guest house that we lived in.

She claimed that she was 'a true Master of 'Kama sutra'' and 'Tantrik sex practice'. She sincerely believed that I will get fully recovered with a combination of rich nutritious food, sleep, herbal medicine and exercises along with sex five to six times a day! I do not know which Medical chronicles prescribed this treatment but I was no fool to argue these delightful methods.

Once by mistake, she overdosed me a particular herbal juice which caused me in a strange but welcome side effect.Priapism. The fault was mine. She had claimed that I was not getting strong erections like before. But that was more to do with extra-long sessions of frequent intercourses, day and night than a mere weakness, but she said that ' solid erections were hallmark of healthy princes like me' and of course she rightly claimed that 'it was my only saviour in a harem full of waiting queens' on this particular mission in any case. 

She had asked me to drink the herbal potion that tasted like a sharp combo of ginger, salt and pepper in orange juice once before the meal. But I had drunk it twice, once before and once after the meal mistaking it for plain orange juice.

We had had sex just after meals, with her on top as she did not want me to 'get strained just after meals' and I had liberally dosed her palpitating cunt with my wet seed after a 15 minute enthusiastic grinding.

But even as I was about to fall asleep, my cock grew, gaining strength to strength till it was pointing upwards like a ship mast. Surprisingly there was no immediate provocation to it and that surprised me. Within minutes of getting the erection, I felt the hardness of the prick was almost like a stone penis carved in a Khajuraho temple. I poked the exhausted Rathi at my side and she looked at the appendage with awe. "What's happening, Prince?...You still hungry for my juicy pussy?"

I had laughed and said, the proof of pudding is in the eating and turned her butt over and mounted her unceremoniously slowly plunging he over-stiff cock into her still wet cunt from behind. I plugged her yielding passage firmly and went hammer and tongs at it. After 20 Minutes of shoving an inexhaustible prick, even a normally Cock-hungry Rathi turned to look at me in exhaustion and asked me in growing surprise as to 'what had happened'. I did not answer her, now that I had her in a submissive role for once; I spanked her bare white ass sharply to silence her and screwed her with redoubled vigour, grunting with satisfaction, even as sweat poured off my body to her smooth naked back below.

It was during this long horny session when Rathi was screaming with multiple climaxes below me, that I realized that I was just not going to come that way. Finally I plonked back to my side gasping in exhaustion, and my erect glistening cock slipped out of Rathi's pussy and stared back at me undefeated. Rathi stared up at me unbelievingly and gulped. Sweat poured off her body and her hands rubbed her sore pussy and spanked ass.

She turned to look at the empty jar of the aphrodisiac juice on the side table and gasped, "This should not be empty...it was for tomorrow..." then the realization hit us both as she whispered startled,

"Did you drink it all, Prince?" and caught my straining 8 inch hard cock in her hand saying 'Oh, You poor thing...what have we done?"

I asked as her hands cupped my balls lovingly, " You mean this is because of the juice ...some kind of a permanent hard-on?" with growing concern. She licked her dry lips and replied seriously, "It won't be permanent, But according to Ayurveda (medical science), it will last for 2 to 3 days minimum..." I asked her eagerly, "During which time, I can feed on you like a famished lion?" "No, I mean, it's just not possible for me... rather only me, I mean... Although I would like to cure you of this malady," She laughed seductively "...a fault of mine in a way, but I would get exhausted..."

"You and get exhausted?" I remarked unbelievingly and took one of her distended nipples in my fingers and tweaked it encouraging her to accept the challenge.

"Yes Keyu, my prince. I will be sore as you would have to make love for hours on end as per the Medical texts, till you ejaculate and then only your erection subsides..." She stroked my rock hard prick but it caused no sensation in it. It was as if some anaesthetic had been used on my erect prick and it had frozen stiff.

"We have to get help... One of the Queens, surely...?" She asked charmingly, coaxing me to consider the exciting possibility.

"When you are still around here, I have to knock on the Harem's door for relief?" I challenged her ego but she went on unperturbed,

"Queen Bhagamalini has been asking with a lot of concern on how your treatment is going on ... I believe she is the next one for you in the order of seniority... I think it is wise to invite her to see the naked truth herself" She winked holding my aching erect cock in her delicate hands and paused allowing me to think.

Queen Bhagamalini. Hmmm... The King Muduka had indeed been lucky to have got anywhere near the tall Andhra beauty leave alone marry her in his age.

I had seen her glancing at me hungrily and enviously following me with her brown roving eyes whenever I had gone along with Praudha or Nabhini.

She was the tallest among all Queens, about six feet tall gloriously brown smooth skinned with abundant lush curves which her royal Silks never efficiently hid from my appreciative eyes.

I looked at my stone-hard prick that had adopted the 'never say die' attitude and then slowly back at my tired looking assistant who was beseeching me with her eyes to accept the proposal.

She even patted me on the cheeks and assured me, "I will stay with you of course, mostly out of sight when you are with her, but in the background and oversee that everything will happen smoothly till the climax..."

"The Queen will not feel exploited as mine is a physical predicament now than an occasion for normal mutual copulation?"

She looked distantly as if thinking and kissed me passionately before saying, "Andhra women like her are supposed to be nymphomaniacs if themselves... i.e., prior to the nymphomaniac curse by Mantrik affected all of them... It will be your strength versus her endurance at test...You will have to go at her unceasingly for two to three days...Think about it, Prince...Is this now..." she squeezed my bulbous tip playfully "...a predicament or blessing in disguise?"

"I am actually burning down there...Hell, how urgent is that, calling Bhagamalini in?" I asked and casually started caressing her marble smooth thighs and my erect cock gave a warning jerk complaining that it had been left unattended long enough.

"Not till evening...we can wait" she looked at the afternoon sky through the window and pulled me hurriedly back over her eager rounded body on the bed.

"Till then..." she whispered as she whisked a hand down to my turgid man-rod and showed the way to her waiting portals between her splayed thighs "I will see if I can temporarily put out the burning flames in you". I entered her sore but eager cunt and felt her moist walls close over my 'unfeeling' cock even as I started drilling her powerfully all over again...

After 20 minutes of continual hard sweaty fucking, it was she who was begging me to stop as she 'could not take it anymore'.

I withdrew from her sopping pussy and looked at my glistening untiring prick and wondered how Bhagamalini would cure me of this problem in the next two days.

---3---

Come evening, I could not even bear the touch of clothes on my cock anymore; it was so hot and stiff. I was sitting bare ass naked waiting for Queen Bhagamalini.

Rathi told me that I would have to over-exert myself in sexual copulation 'throwing all my weight in, literally' for the next 48 hours as I was under the effect of a very strong aphrodisiac and that in an overdose. She was mighty sorry that this crisis had come at 'a wrong time' in my recovery cycle and may weaken me a little!

I assured her that although it was a wrong time, it had not come to 'the wrong man' in any case and to reinforce the point I had mounted her. Two more times that afternoon, struggling and refusing though she was, from behind her and on her side too, and had all the while soundly pounded her youthful pussy till she had come, crying orgasms out many times; When she upped and left, dragging her sapped legs to get Queen Bhagamalini, she had complained that 'I had almost torn her pussy out that day'. I was sorry for her but I was under the effect of the drug and my libido was not in my control.

Strangely, thanks to the wonder drug I did not feel even in the least tired despite all the hectic coupling and if anything looked more and more enthusiastic about fucking more and more. It was a light headed and gloriously macho feeling which my tireless erect prick gave me.




Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 08



Rathi returned and was now sitting safe distance from me on the bed, smiling strangely as if acknowledging my strength and superiority over her in the present context when Queen Bhagamalini was let in by my Guard Methika.

The tall Queen entered gracefully, her full curvaceous form decked in a Green and White silk gown that had a deep V neck and was strapless at the back.

The gown parted at mid-thigh, and I saw a fair smooth expanse of her flanks when she paused, her eyes opening in surprise at my present condition. 

She spluttered goggle-eyed, "I am sorry, Looks like I come in at the wrong time..." looking over at us both, implying as though I was about to mount Rathi with my erect cock then and she had just stumbled in at the exact moment.

Rathi got up and hugged the bewildered Queen who was still staring down at my super-erect cock in awe and assured her, "Not to worry, Your Majesty... In fact you have come at the right time and ..." she too looked at her object of awe, "you are looking at the root of the problem" and giggled at her own witty description. The queen Bhagamalini smiled back blinking.

As she sat down on the couch facing my bed, Rathi laid a hand on her soft silk clad thigh and continued, "Madam, due to an unfortunate oversight, The Prince here has come down with a physical malady called Priapism. In fact..." Here she giggled again, "'Come down' would be a wrong description and 'Come up' perhaps more appropriate, as the poor Prince here has been unable to get relief for his agitated male organ so far..."

Colour rose to Bhagamalini's brown cheeks and she giggled uncertainly, "Surely, it is something you are capable enough to take care of..."

Rathi smiled sadly and said, "How I wish it were so simple, I wouldn't have minded in the least....In fact to serve the Prince with my whole set of skills is my bounden duty..."

"Her 'Hole' set of skills is correct! But..." I interjected smilingly and got up and her awe struck followed my hung cock all the way up. "But there is a 'loophole' in that theory and the problem is staring at us in the face..."I began, trying to be witty and lighten the mood.

Rathi held her hand up and admonished me, "Don't confuse Her Majesty, Prince....I will explain to her the intimate details of your prickling problem..."

As Rathi explained the queen Bhagamalini the reasons behind my raging hard-on, her eyes grew to saucer size with the implications and she heard with bated breath Rathi's plea for her to 'volunteer to reduce my problem' in the next two days. It is a 'state Duty' too considering that I was their guest vested with important assignment of uncovering mysteries and willing women alike.

I thought she would faint with pleasant shock that such a golden chance befell her.

Her eyes were glowing with excitement and joy as words fell over each other when she replied to Rathi and agreed to every damned condition of secrecy and confidentiality that my assistant drew up. She was impatiently crossing and uncrossing her legs by the time Rathi got up to go away.

I was pacing around stomping feet, like a bull in heat as the painful erection of my cock was making me agitated.

Rathi took one sly look at me and advised a visibly excited Queen, "The poor Prince under the influence of the malfunctioning drug will be violent like a caged tiger... I hope you won't seriously mind it..." Queen Bhagamalini laughed coquettishly for the first time and gurgled, "Just what the doctor ordered...I was feeling too hot from the curse from last one week especially"

I drew the willing tall Andhra-bred woman to my arms saying,

"If you want to play Doctor with me, in the end I will have to say 'Physician, heal thyself' considering what I am planning on doing with you now..."

----4---- I actually made love to the Queen Bhagamalini in spite of my agitated condition which prompted me every moment to just strip and her hump her bare assed.

When we kissed for the first time, I saw the deep passionate look in her eyes and knew she was different breed of women who are described as Padmini type of woman who are of the Highest and noble class.

I caressed her big long bare back that felt smooth as silk to my fevered hand and my hands rested on her ample derriere and drew her to me as my upstanding royal prick nudged her soft Mons through the silks making her moan hungrily in her throat. Slowly I kissed her throat, neck and nape leaving wet trailing marks as my busy mouth travelled, smelling and tasting her cool skin. I ripped her top blouse over the Green silk gown with a flourish burying my face in the inviting soft globes of her exposed breasts. They were milky white jugs, full and proud and tipped with brown marble-like nipples. As I sucked her one hot nipple, goose pimples pricked her areolas on both tits and she groaned clutching my fevered cock desperately in her soft hand. My hand crept below to her legs and got to the opening at her flanks. Her gown parted as her legs shuffled and her bare thighs, smooth as Mysore Silk and soft as jasmine flowers to my touch moved sensuously against my own naked leg. I groaned lustily, bent down wordlessly parted her gown and ripped the front portion away from waist down in one movement.

The dress fell away in a swoop and my beautiful apparition was completely nude from waist below. Urgently I held her swaying waist so my face was bang in front of her prominent queenly Mons and my mouth just fell into her perfumed soft curly bush in a rush. She smelt of an exotic herbal perfume (Sambrani- that Indian queens use) and her own juices had been secreting there in anticipation of culmination of her basic instincts. Bhagamalini, let me remind you, possessed a worthy specimen of a perfect 'Bhaga' or clitoris, on her most desirable vulva.

I savoured her smell and taste for a moment and my tongue snaked out of my mouth to part her soft folds of her vagina and tasted her spring at its source.

She groaned uncontrollably above thrusting her loins at my face and my fingers cleanly parted her vulva so the fat labia were an inch apart and lapped the heated internal pink walls. I kissed, licked and sucked her full cunt heartily 

As I tasted her sweet and sour honey dripping from her love cave, my tip of the tongue pressed her rising clit bud back into the soft pussy-flesh. She trembled then as if a raging tempest was swaying her. I heard her rip the rest of her torn gown away and she stood a foot away from me. I knelt and gasped at the glorious sight of the tall Brown voluptuous queen from the Andhra kingdom whose women are known to be both big and beautiful besides packing an insatiable sex urge to boot.

She cradled her sumptuous firm boobs in her hands and crooked a finger taunting me to 'come and get her' as she started running away, giggling in playful tease.

As her delightful naked form ran down the stairs on my right to the personal swimming pool, I got up and ran after her, my drug-affected fully erect cock bobbing and swinging in front.

The pool was only four steps below my room floor and was sparkling with red granite tiles polished like mirrors. Bhagamalini's big womanly body made wonderful shadowy spectacle on the fine floor and she turned to see if I was following her or not.

Her eyes were quite mad with passion and she turned and leaped cleanly into the cool waters of the pool.

I leapt in, a few feet away from her gasping and bobbing form and swam out quickly to her, my distended cock parting the water like that of a knife boat below. 

I caught her giggling, resisting wet body in both arms. She turned to face me, our faces just above the water and our wet noses dripping water touching, there was nothing more to be said or heard as our eyes communicated the need for urgent coupling quite strongly. I hugged her tightly, my legs treading water to stay afloat and her wet tits mashed against my chest her nipples boring hot and wet holes through my torso, and we kissed. Our mouth and tongue played the oral game as her hand crept between us and caught my tumescent proud prick and shook it up and down as I brought both our bodies to the edge of the pool. "Oh, prince, suck me and fuck me everywhere....I am your bitch today..." She urged me and the urgency in her voice startled me. 

That was something, coming from a Queen, no less. My steel-hard cock nodded its head in full approval of her submission and now I heaved her wet eel-like form out of water and placed her on the edge of the pool. Water gloriously dripped off her curves and fell over me in a cascade; with me still standing waist deep in the pool. 

I was strategically placed between her legs, which were against my ribcage immersed in the pool, and her wet brownish thighs parted and her glistening wet cunt beckoned me in. I caught her slippery ankles with both hands, drew her to the edge of the granite floor till my mouth sampled her humid femaleness.

I stroked and laved my long tongue at the exposed pink inner walls and she lustily shook above me and crazily treaded water against my sides with her legs, creating rippling waves around me.

She groaned as if the burden of passion was unbearable and cranked up one leg above the pool and pushed my head deeper and closer to her aching quim.

My face was held tight against her, suffocating in her soft and wet female core, her juicy pussy alone hot, the rest of her pubic mound d thighs contrastingly cooler with drenched with the pool elsewhere. I took her cranked leg from above and put it over and across the back of shoulders so my mouth get better access towards her erect clitoral bud.

Her tempting wet juicy folds of her 'Padmini' pussy yawned and revealed her pea sized throbbing clit bud. I groaned gutturally and licked it lasciviously like I had found an oasis in the middle of a desert.

Then when her groans became louder and more urgent and my own raised cock started bobbing hotly inside the cold water of the pool too, I heaved myself up over the pool edge and in one movement laid her drenched exquisite female form on the sparkling marble floor and dived in between her legs this time with my cock pointing at the promised land like a gun-dog. I penetrated her wet pussy folds and started bucking agist her cool body hotly from above in the regular missionary position. I really socked it into her with flesh smacking against yielding flesh, hammering and thundering into her portals till no portion of my hungry shaft was left out of her entrance.

She moaned with unbridled lust and lifted her smooth legs and locked them over my humping loins, her heels against my moving buttocks. She pulled me in with her legs propelling me deeper into her crevice where her molten desire was overflowing. It was an endurance test, Rathi had warned me earlier, but it turned into a marathon battle for supremacy as hours passed and we found ourselves in a variety of erotic positions, all different and yet all equally pleasurable and none would give up.

If we started on the pool side first, we continued our libidinous journey on the sparkling white marble settee stuffed with soft blue silken pillows, where she leapt over me and took my ever so erect prick into her waiting pussy and pounded me to her heart's delight from above till her arse reddened with the continuous impact on my lower abdomen, till she collapsed on me, a squealing quivering mass of jelly flesh.

We took a just moment's rest and continued in the bed room, where I went her behind back and discovering that her durable cunt still was still agreeing to bear my assault.

I grunted my lust loudly as I rutted her, between her bare cool arse cheeks all the way to her drenched and creaming pussy.

We even had bath and dinner together, of course naked and with our mouths engaged in delightful oral sex or our overheated genitals in combat untiringly.

During the first day, my unquenchable libido did not cool off nor the hardness of my royal upstanding prick go away. So I went hammer and tongs at the volunteering Queen who was now a blubbering, moaning and yielding mass of brown surrendered flesh.

Rathi entered the bedroom once in the night, probably feeling left out of the steamy action and looking at her envious eyes, I persuaded Queen Bhagamalini that we might as well have a threesome so each of the ladies would get a decent attempt to 'cure me' while the other one took a much needed breather and a chance to rest their sore pussies.

The ladies made me lie down on the silken bed and worshipped my heroic cock every which way their fingers and mouths would allow and I laid back and watched, taking a breather too. My own thighs and waist muscles were aching by then. After oral sex again which did not produce ant ejaculation in me, the ladies brought the dinner in and spread the delicious dishes from the royal kitchen all over my body and ate them off me hungrily sometimes snipping my tender chest hair or biting stomach skin with their eager sharp teeth.

I moaned and wriggled with unbridled lust and finally could take no more and dragged the renewed Rathi Priya to me and bent her on her fours and fucked the hell out of her squelching cunt for an hour, right in front of the goggle eyed Queen who watched the act voyeuristically, her own need and desire rising to flash point as she caressed her own tits and fingered her dripping pussy.

As my ever-ready and willing assistant moaned and came again and again under the unrepentant prick of mine, Queen took the initiative and aggressively dragged Rathi off and offered me her own rested derriere and smiling folds of her royal cunt for necessary further action. My passion sword cleaved her vulva for the 'n'th time and started pounding her cunt into pulp all over again.

On the second day, I would sometimes exclaim that I would be coming soon and both the sweaty damsels would look up in anticipation but there would be more ruthless fucking of their orifices for some more time fruitlessly as the occasion became another false alarm.

In our fucking frenzy I had pulled on their hair and lots of strands of their finely groomed hair lay around in whorls bearing a testimony to the intensity of our orgy.

Bhagamalini's brown arse took all my charge, the continuous slap --slap of my waist and occasional spanks given in the red-hot moments of our hour-long sessions. Her royal brown smooth Andhra buttocks became red with the exertion and her nipples and areola bore teeth-marks aplenty where I had bitten her in the flow of passion. 

Her upper thighs bore red stripes where my own upper legs had lain and rubbed across in the missionary positions.

I had not spared the Queen a little bit but she was yet so delighted, ecstatic and certainly far from complaining during the arduous orgy. The ladies even made a fine pair even, laughing merrily, making encouraging comments during the lovemaking and even gladly cooperating when the other one was being fucked.

The Queen would gladly stand back and pat me encouragingly on my straining buttocks as I penetrated Rathi and would kiss me on the cheeks and ask me to 'fuck her more energetically'. She would scrape her sharp fingernails teasingly on my back and thighs encouraging me to have 'final go and ejaculate'.

At times it would be Rathi standing patiently next to me as I bored the kneeling Queen with my stiff prick, caressing my back, wiping my sweat with her veil and generally kissing me and coaxing my moving loins 'to speed up and achieve that elusive climax'.

At the end of the second day, one accidental movement caused the much awaited climax.

I was in the bathroom showering with the two lusty ladies, kissing licking and generally having good time, my cock almost forgotten.

Then Queen Bhagamalini feeling rejuvenated bent before me and asked me to take her then and there. As I entered her waiting quim from behind, holding onto her slippery waist wet with shower waters for support, Rathi lurking behind suddenly pricked a finger into my unsuspecting anus and dug it fully in. I was so shocked that I screamed, jammed the Queen against the opposite wall and came suddenly like a dam erupting with flood waters.

I bellowed hoping no one will get alarmed and so did my delighted mates. The queen's contracting cunt drank up all my semen, milking me nearly for ten minutes till I felt relieved enough go limp for the first time in two horny days. Of course, she had not forgotten that her only chance to get pregnant in the present condition was from my seed.

They must have carried me off from the bath, as I do not even remember reaching my bed back. When I woke the next morning with two naked and beautiful satiated maidens next to me, their legs and hands thrown about each other and our bed-sheets all heaped on the floor, I realized that the long orgy was over. Mainly, because my sore cock was sleeping calmly at last. I gave them pats wakening them up, on their exposed buttocks contrasting as they were; the big brown pair of the Queen's and the pink baby fattened ones of Rathi.

-----5------

Two more days passed before Rathi declared me medically fit to resume duties, but only after thoroughly fucking me in every corner of my bedroom, terming the frenzied humping as 'farewell fucks'.

It was a tearful farewell for her, but I knew she had done more than any royal assistant would be expected to or just any nurse can possibly do in the period to rejuvenate my health and delight me in the process.

She was required to advise and manage my affairs back home and she left quietly on our chariot on the third dawn after my recovery.

I looked at the sun breaking out of the clouds in the morning sky and thought about what I would do on this assignment next.

----End Of Ch .8---



Palace In Ecstasy Ch. 09



Palace in ecstasy Ch.9

---1---

The day after Rathi left for home I turned my mind and thoughts back to the palace affairs.

As such, it was the day of my first musical lessons, with the Royal Music teacher Geethika.

Everyone affectionately called her Gee.

It was sometime in the last three days that she had requested that I start my classes with her lest someone saw through the charade that I was an investigator especially our enemies who seemed to get more dangerous by the day. 

And Rathi had answered on my behalf that she was 'carefully nursing my health back to normalcy' and that I will be soon 'sufficiently recovered to learn what she had to teach me'. It was so 'tongue in cheek' and loaded with meaning that I had laughed in front of the messenger of Geethika. Now I banished the lingering sweet thoughts of Rathi's stay with effort and thought about Gee. 

Gee. She was supposedly a singer and a music pundit par excellence hailing from the western Kem-Malaya kingdom. Kem-Malays were a race a little different from the Dravidian race that we all were from. 

"The women of the race, as per our shastras (legends and books) had these distinct features. 'Kem' meant red or pink and that was their main complexion.

They have soft cuddly flesh, sometimes tending to be on the fatter side, soft and delicate bones and small but neat waist. They sported smooth shiny hairless skin and were gifted with long vulvas. Long, the books reminded us, and not necessarily deep or big. The labia made a long furrow and had sparse hair. Many blue-blooded women had mostly shaved their pubic area clean to have bald pussies.

They had sensitive nipples set on moderate pinkish breasts and in sex, they enjoyed orgasms several in a row. On the flip side, they were alleged to be insatiable in bed although they showed high self-control before the intercourse. Many of them enjoyed sadism and masochistic roles. But the major merit was that they were gifted singers and were proud of their musical heritage".

When Gee came in and we sat on the rose coloured feather carpet with her 'shruti box' in the Royal Music room (A musical notes box meant to set tunes) I recalled all the above points and felt she was a typical female of her race.

She was wearing a typical Indian 'lehnga' that was a flowing pleated silk gown waist down, tied with a silk sash at her trim waist just below her pretty navel. She had pierced her navel with a shining diamond pendant.

She wore a smallish yellow silk blouse above her bare tummy. The band of her flat stomach two inches above and below her navel was a bare tantalising swathe of pinkish skin. Her blouse held up her 36-inch size tits perfectly displaying a teasing 'V' of her cleavage. She wore a pearl necklace and the diamond pendant at its tip nestled cosily between her sloped breasts. Her face was straight set with an aquiline nose and her black eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she started explaining about Carnatic music fundamentals to me.

I said as an opener,

"I know all about Carnatic musical ragas and I have passed Pundit course too during my grooming..." 

I said it a trifle too confidently, just enough to raise her suspicions.

She arched her eyebrows,

"It is only fair that you demonstrate your skills first so we where we stand..."

"Fair is fair, my fair lady..." I smiled and drew the music notes box to me. We were sitting cross-legged on the furry carpet, facing each other.

I looked at her and she looked back expectantly.

I started out in a Morning raga with a perfect swara and alaap. My voice with rich baritone shades modulated to the surroundings and I sang fluently without falsetto.

Initially her reaction was circumspect but soon her eyes widened in appreciation as I sang out one classical number after another with confidence and conviction.

Once when I started singing a particular song, which was in Kem Malay, Gee's native tongue, she gladly joined me and we sang it as a duet. Her voice was rich and melodious and I loved the throaty purr that she exhibited at appropriate times. We must have sang for nearly fifteen minutes when her knees touched mine by chance and when I clasped a friendly hand on her leg she did not object but drew nearer.

I sang another melodious patriotic number from her land; she was moved by its spirit and actually 'moved' very close to me indeed. We were now sitting side-by-side and our knees and shoulders touched. Her eyes were sparkling with energy and were supremely lost in the worship of the Music Gods. Her blouse containing her pert breasts and her shapely thighs below the thin gown looked too pretty to be left unattended and my urges below my loins grew and my cock lengthened with impatience.

Quickly I made a plan in my devious mind and deliberately dropped my tone unnaturally low and sang a line out of tune completely.

Gee looked up in surprise and nodded her head in disapproval. I argued that what I sang was correct and challenged her to teach me if she knew any better.

She took the challenge on gamely and I offered to let her handle the harmonium box by herself and slowly moved to sit behind her as if top observe her handling it from above her shoulder like a perfect pupil. Nothing could have been further from my mind than a music lesson then. 

As she started to put the line into serious practice, I hovered over her pretty shoulders and placed my face on the nape of her neck and cuddled. Initially she started explaining unmindfully but when my naughty hands did a slow survey of her shoulders from behind squeezing the soft strategic spots, she imperceptibly felt her own excitement growing and her breath came in rasps.

I let my right hand caress her hair from above all the way down her smooth pink cheeks and clasped around warmly around her neck. She hurriedly changed her sitting posture s her soft hips were almost over my crossed legs behind. She purred with pleasure but did not give up playing the tune I had wrongly sung in her voice once again.

Enjoying such interludes as always and to prolong the same, I argued again that she was wrong and can she sing again with the tune box.

As she started to explain each note, my hands roved down her shapely shoulders on to her soft breast orbs and casually weighed them in my palms. She positively purred her assent at my audacity but cheekily kept herself to the music exercise as if unmindful of my intentions.

I did one better as I let my left hand caress her bare tummy and my forefinger poked her pretty navel. I took the diamond stud pierced to her navel in my fingers and twisted it slowly one side and then to the other. Her breath came in gasps and her singing faltered. Even as she started the note again, I kissed her on the side of her neck and bit her skin with my teeth. She moaned with desire and her lines went out of tune. I objected saying 'it was not alright' and 'she had made the same mistake as I had'. She looked tiredly back at me, her eyes now swimming with passion. She was now exhibiting her acclaimed racial trait of 'self control before intercourse'.

She started again and I started the mischief again.

I took one heavy corseted breast my left palm and slowly my fingers traversed the globe and finally pressed her already erect nipple into the tit flesh back. She shook with rising desire and I lifted the hem of her gown and drew it up and over her crossed legs and sang a line with her as if trying to follow it distracting her from what I had done. 

I carefully bunched the gown over her upper thighs and started palming her folded pink smooth hairless thighs, raking the sensitive skin with my nails all along. I kept singing too, making perhaps the same mistake in that one line for the sixth time and urged her to 'teach it to me one more time'.

I slowly unhooked her blouse and saw to my pleasant surprise that she was naked beneath and her soft tits with long erect nipples tumbled out to my palms. My cock did a double-take and jerked upward straining painfully inside.

Gee sang in crescendo, trying to teach me the line I refused to learn, her pitch rising, eyes closed in rapture, while I kept my eyes wide open. My hands now surreptitiously slipped below the gown, crept between her thighs and felt her hot womanhood waiting impatiently inside for attention. Like all woman of her race she wore no underwear and I could feel her naked moist heat radiating like an oven from her even before my fingers made contact. 

I touched her wet long pussy furrow soon and gasped with the wonder of the touch. My two fingers lovingly traversed the hairless moist valley and my other hand lovingly felt up her left boob catching her throbbing nipple. She stopped singing abruptly and suddenly there was nothing but our raging desires and rasping breath in the Music room. 

She turned back to me and fell into my embrace.

"Ohh, Prince, How sweet you torture me! Enough is enough...I want you and now!" she said with urgency in her musical voice and I kissed her sweetly on her thin lips. I started stripping her clean of her half undone clothes. She was pink and buttery soft with baby fat on her waist and stomach and altogether gloriously exciting when nude.

"Let's make music and this will be a duet we won't forget" I rasped back and got up to undress urgently. She sat like a nude fair angel and gaped as I divested myself of my underwear and my hard and hot 8-inch manhood sprang to view like a hidden magic wand from inside.

She wasted no time, my Music teacher from the erotic Kem Malay. She half-knelt up to reach my throbbing shaft and took it lovingly in her fair dainty hand. She held it as if it were a saxophone she was going to play in a concert.

She took the hot stalk into her learned pundit mouth slowly inside and I felt like I sank into buttery hot heaven.

She moaned throatily as she sucked my heated ruler.

"Is this what you claim as your famous throaty husky voice?" I gasped, as I fed my full length to her musically talented throat.

Gee held my cock lovingly in her soft educated hand that usually ran craftily on stringed instruments and sucked me enthusiastically and tried to reply which came out as another elaborate mumbling moan. Her talented fingers stroked my pulsating cock craftily like she was playing a flute before an audience.

I heard the moan and asked thoughtfully,

"I wonder which classical raga that was..."

"That was not a lullaby for sure", she replied letting my cock plop out of her cosy wet mouth and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. My prick stood out wet and proudly up.

Yes, it was not a lullaby she had sung there as my cock was fully erect and attentive now. I lifted up the willing teacher hastily and took her up in my arms. She was neither light as a feather nor heavy as a stone. She was full and supple. Even as I carried her to the nearest couch, she kissed me intermittently and uttered sweet nothings in her language all through. Her body was soft, curvy and buttery smooth in the right places.

As Gee lay down languorously, her eyes smoking in amour, I lay down with her and started kissing her pink smooth skin all over, tip to top.

My hands played sweet music on her willing body testing her erogenous spots and evoking sweet musical exclamations all the way. Once an erect nipple was teased and next her navel stud and yet again on her smooth flanks and thighs.

My hands deftly cradled her soft buttocks in my hand and slid down to sample the wet and waiting pussy flower nestled between her shapely thighs.

My cock ached for attention but my salivating mouth desired her nectar.

I opened her long and tight outer lips with forefinger and a thumb and pried her aperture open till I got to her small but erect sensitive pink clitoral bud. Lovingly I licked it over and over softly, sometimes sucking it deep into my hot mouth.

Geethika, my amorous Teacher, threshed about on the silken couch impatiently, desire gnawing her body and soul, mind inflamed with passion. Her hands caught hold of a tabla, a leather rounded drum that sat on the nearby stand and started drumming an urgent beat on it. It was a crazy rhythmic beat she managed, reflecting the rising lust in her own body that I stoked with skilful laving of her long Kem Malay pussy with both fingers and tongue. I ate her pussy well; bunching up my mouth with her soft vulva bunched in it and blew hot air on it like it was a balloon. Her hips jerked up over the couch to look at me and her head shook from side to side...

" Haaaaa...Ohhhh.. My sweet darling...ahh... there... Oh my poor pussy!! Ouch ..yesyesyes!" thus sang her crazy number and it was music to my ears that emboldened me to suck her pussy and her sweet and salty nectar dribbled over the sides of my mouth to my neck. She suddenly gave up and threw the tabla in the middle of a crescendo beat onto the floor and screamed. 

"Oh God, Prince dear...Please make love to me, come into me..."

I took the hint that her iron was red hot and it was time to mould it.

I got up and hovered over her waiting eager form once to take in beauty of the moment before I deliberately pointed my throbbing cock into her waiting cunt and sank in oh-so sloooooowwwlyyyyy...

I held onto a soft mound of her sweaty tit for support with one hand and sank myself in her pussy as her walls closed protectively over me. She was like a wet lava oven in there and I rose and fell easily into her yielding flesh.

I penetrated her fully and slowly drew my wet prick out of her only to sow myself back into her moist earth once more. Her hands came over my rising buttocks and cupped them firmly driving me deeper and harder every time. I loved the cosy wet feel of Gee's pussy and I pounded it relentlessly, gasping wondrously as she responded in equal measure lifting her butter-soft tummy to my moving waist.

My body slapped down onto her buttery soft pink body time and time again, as my surging passions made me fuck her eager wet cunt with vigour and speed. I had taken control of her soft boobs in one fist clenching them hard one after another as I held on to them for supporting my weight. Her head spun on the pillow below and her musical voice groaned and moaned her lust soulfully as if she were composing some impromptu novel tune.

I was going wild with unbearable lust too but held on and rode her maybe for half hour continuously. I grunted loudly all the while and exclaimed, 

'HOOO...Take it... Yaa there...Want more haa? Take this and this and THISSSS ...Yaaaaaahhh... Hoo... Huun... Hooon HOOOOOO"

Soon my boiling seed coiled itself in the stem and burst out of my overheated manhood in jet after jet filling her waiting womb. My thick molten royal seed ran out of her in streams all over the couch. I spanked her arse cheeks already pink with exertion, a few times with my right hand coaxing more and more mini climaxes from her contracting deep bowers within. With my other hand I manhandled her soft tits with their hard nipples almost out of shape! 

It was such a violently passionate combustion.

True to her type, she had enjoyed masochistic violent lovemaking with me.

She held me lovingly close and we lay panting together one over another, listening to the roar of our blood subside as we drained our lust out. 

I kissed her sweat soaked forehead and sucked her pink nipples once more and told her I could hear her heart sing in approval. She laughed in gay abandon and her laugh tinkled melodiously in the room like hundred violins in unison. 

It was an earthshaking performance as far as concerts go but we two were the only audience here!

   ---2---

Just as I was trying to get back into my clothes, my Teacher came alive suddenly, got up and said,

"Whoever told you the class was over? Tch... Tch...Tch! 

The class has only just begun..."

I gaped at her remembering just in time me that Kem- Malay women like her were insatiable in bed .On the flip side, as the books said.

I plonked back on the couch, flipped her on her side and looked at her curvaceous back and smooth flanks. I poked my semi erect cock back into her semen-wet gully of that hungry pussy yet again till it swallowed all of my meat and we started a new song and dance together again on the Music room couch with me wondering how hard I should perform to get full marks in music lessons.

-----------------End of Ch.9---------------