0 comments/ 17078 views/ 2 favorites The Impregnator Ch. 09 By: csn61 Sahana is Injured and Shanti Comes in. After cavorting with the Queens a bit in the large airy Swimming Pool room where I incidentally took bath in perfumed water and Rose petals, my mind as dragged back to the condition of Sahana at the Clinic. I was shown to the large Clinic with Gold plated pillars and Lovely silk curtains, I found her in reclining bed with her lovely dark ebony leg bandaged and slung up. She saw me and like always smiled and saluted with respect and tried to sit upright. I gestured as I sat down, "No, my dear.. No need to get up at all... You need rest.." Sahana asked me anxiously," King, Did You suffer any injuries at all ..It was so unfortunate, with me being there and all.." She would have gone on , but for my right palm which covered her mouth calming her. " How are you feeling... Does this hurt bad?", I asked with genuine concern looking at her uncovered shining ebony thigh, the rest of the leg slung up probably with a fracture , heavily bandaged. Her eyes shined with tears of gratitude as I was King asking the bodyguard this question. " Yes, a little now.. Its fresh, you see. There is a bone broken,the Chief Vaidya said", She explained. ( Read Surgeon for Vaidya) "But I will be back on my feet as soon as I can to resume my duties" " But Obviously", I chided her, "You have obviously enjoyed my duties with all those beautiful queens right in front of your eyes..You wouldn't want to miss any action...HMMMM" "Why Of course not", exclaimed Sahana without conviction and my hand stole to her naked thigh exposed near it. "Oh Yes?", I grinned and rubbed her smooth thigh and she opened up willingly grimacing yet with pain at the prospect of one leg slung up. She was not wearing any panties and her dusky aroma filled my nostrils and and my salivating mouth drew near her exposed shining cunny.I looked up at her face asking her whether I can her in that condition and she only smiled invitingly , sighed and splayed her thigh wide and her fat ebony pussy lips smilingly invited me. Though My intention was to make love to her properly like I had done for all other women in the harem, the present condition allowed only cunnilingus and I was more than happy to indulge in it. Basking in its heady aroma, my head buried in the sweet smelling honeycomb of her and my tongue reached out to savor the juices seeping from it. I tongue lashed her fat pussylips , their undersides, inner labia and clit thoroughly. " Ahhhh...UMMMMM", cried out Sahana in ecstasy as passion built up in her and I was worried the Vaidya ( Doctor) might peep in to check on patient's condition and catch me in the act. Not that he could do a lot to me in any case, I was the King and she was my Bodyguard! She thrashed about on the bed and I asked her, "Shall I stop now?" knowing what the answer would be and she confirmed it vehemently by shaking her head firmly moaning with uncontrollable lust. She silently screamed as my tongue drove into the wet juicy quim and lashed at her hard clit. She gripped the sheets of the bed in her strong hands and her arm muscles shone rippling as waves of ecstasy crashed over her ebony body. After wiping my mouth off like a cat after a drink of milk, I left her with a promise to make good with the 'real thing' as soon as she had recovered. After returning to the main palace, I was received by Queen Jyothi and Sonia and I was told that My new Bodyguard would take charge from now on, especially with the added risks after the recent attack during our Journey. These were King Namarda's orders and I agreed to see the replacement for Sahana. The woman who entered my cabin was quite breathtaking. She was fair as snow and was more than 6 feet tall.She was built like a stallion with rippling arms and rounded strong legs that took easy confident strides towards me. Her face was little' mannish', But then she was a body guard to a King and I had no complaints if she were to be rough and tough like a man. Her bosom was closeted in tight fitting blouse and two ample boobs strained against the fabric. I wanted to inspect this big bodied woman privately and all the queens left the cabin giggling conspiratorially at my request. Her name was Shanti and she was from a wrestler's family and belonged to the race. She bowed to me respectfully and I could see the deep cleavage in her blouse as she bent and rose. My cock did a lurch in under my royal Silk Loin clothes. I spoke to her for sometime introducing myself and asking about her background etc. She looked obedient but a little cold and distant. But I was sure she was going to be on fire after witnessing my uncensored copulating scenes right in front of her eyes in days to come. I drew her near and removed her flowing short skirt away exposing her thigh, stomach and panty clad pubis. She moaned with surprise and shock but silently subjected herself to my close inspection! Her skin was alabaster white and smooth as silk and my hands soon covered her soft skin and my hands roved all over soft stomach, probing at the deep navel hole and her ample flowing hips. I cuddled her hips and drew her nearer and my face verily buried in the soft cushion of her pubic mound. My nose nestled in the sheer silk separating her womanhood and me and I rubbed my nose along the wetting furrow below. Her sword in the saber was idly hanging beside her and her thigh muscles which now I 'inspected' were strong like those of an ox. I slapped jovially on her thighs and bums eliciting mild tremors and gasps at the sensations flooding her body. Well, she was a good solid woman and in the prime of her youth too. She , of Course like Sahana, her predecessor had not tasted the joys and ecstasy such a body could provide or be subjected to by an expert handler like me. This was going to be good too, I Thought and let her go ,but not before squeezing her ripe boob melons and tweaking her prominent nipple buds over her blouse once languidly. She was red in the face and her bosom was heaving but she composed herself quickly and assumed her position next to my throne on the right side dutifully for the first time as an obedient bodyguard. Now I was ready to receive my First Queen, Jyothi in and spend some amorous hours with her in the bed and I lecherously imagined how Shanti would take in the hectic lovemaking that was to follow. The Impregnator Ch. 12-13 Chapter 12: Queen Sonia's murder and King takes a break, goes home When we returned to the Palace, the King Namarda was already waiting for us at the lobby and ushered us to the meeting room, where his Prime Minister Mosan waited for us. Mosan, an old wise man of the State was also the father of the First Queen Jyothi. Queens Jyothi, Anu, Sonia and Padmini too were present in the hall. King Namarda stated that he was extremely sorry that I as his guest was the target of two life-threatening attacks for my successes in bed with his queens, thus foiling the Enemy King's plans of incapacitating his state. I made the usual noises of sympathizing with him That was the least I could do then. It was decided that PM Mosan would start a detailed Security ramp-up and institute an investigation personally to ensure that no more enemy attacks would threaten disruption of my 'Impregnation service' to the women of the palace. " Our future is in your hands, you see, King Kamasutran", King Namarda said finally, getting up. ' Not my hands, my cock you mean, you sissy', I thought silently and looked at queens who all caught my eye and my line of thinking and smiled back conspiratorily. King Namarda behaved as if he never noticed it. The next morning I returned to my chambers, after an invigorating exercise (Read 'plain screwing') in the Royal Garden again, but this time with the other supple and delicate Queen Padmini. She was made for a long drawn out lovemaking and there was a marked difference in the way I had treated her, compared to that with Queen Anu. I had teased and kissed her everywhere, slowly undressed her, seduced her without any hurry. We had had slow and lingering lovemaking on the granite steps of the Garden for nearly an hour. Our climax had hit us the way sea waves crashing on the rocky shores would, wave after a crashing wave completely draining us in the end and we had dissolved under those waves of tumultuous waves of pleasure. No doubt this was also a successful attempt in the mission of impregnation as Padmini too had received the full blast of my royal seed. My cock felt a little sore as Padmini's tight yoni had milked me greedily till the last sperm drop was in her and my kneecaps were chafed by kneeling and moving on the stone steps. I was surprised to see Sahana, my original bodyguard waiting for me at the lounge. " Hey, Sahana, How are you, my dear?" I asked nearing her and reaching out for her hand. " My King, I am now back on my feet and feeling pretty good", she answered me smiling and getting up to salute me. " You sure about that?" I asked doubtfully and took her hand drew her near me. "Yes, you could check me out, of course. I mean whether I am fit or not." she lingered on. " But it is always a King's right to reject an injured and failed Bodyguard, of course, that's the custom here" Those words gave me a temptingly erotic idea of what to do next about examining her fitness. "Ah ha! The thought never crossed my mind. Then be prepared for a detailed check-up", I said feeling like a rascal and seated myself on the gold and silk throne while she stood in front of me, her gleaming flat ebony belly level with my eyes. Her small navel seemed to smile at me and ask what mischievous plans I had for her next. My hands caressed the ebony tabletop of her belly and those strong muscles fluttered and made her gasp. My left hand removed the hindrance of her sabre and sword, which were belted at her side, The sabre and sword divested, she now looked a little vulnerable and like a woman I could manage. My hands rubbed along the black granite of her strong muscular thighs and climbed upward to encounter the cotton loincloth (Read present-day 'panties') at the junction of her thighs. Sahana squirmed but I would not let go. She had to go though whatever fitness test I felt was justified then. I cupped her balloon-like buttocks, enjoying the feel of smooth yielding globes, undid the knot of her loincloth and let go. " Ahh! MMMM" groaned Sahana amorously as her loincloth fell down and cool air of the room ruffled up her freshly grown pussy hairs so exposed below the skirt. Mind you, she used to be clean-shaven before the accidental attack and the duration of her recovery at doctors' Clinic had made them sprout up. I buried my head and face up into the firm but yielding stomach and kissed her deep navel with a loud 'smack' and drew her nearer so my fingers could nestle in her pussy folds. Her pussy felt hot and juicy and my shameless fingering for a few minutes did no good to her composure. She stomped around me uncontrollably and loud moans emanated from her mouth now as passion raged in her statuesque body. I pulled the fleshy outer lips her pussy apart with middle finger and thumb so that her entrance was well splayed out and toyed with her budding clitoris with my forefinger. I pressed the stalk of her clit down into the soft and wet nether folds making her quiver uncontrollably. This elicited a sharp hum from her followed with a low moan that went, " Oh, Dear King..You make me so horny..I feel like a bitch watching you fuck all those queens in front of me...Ahhhhh!" Now she shamelessly thrust her strong pelvis forward at me, making my fingers bury up to knuckles in the oven-like cavity of her womanhood. Her pussy badly needed one of those stormy lovemaking sessions that I had had with the queens. It was my turn to squirm too as my royal cock sported a hard-on that needed some real attention from this woman, assigned as my bodyguard. 'Well, she is supposed to take care of my body, isn't she, then why not...' I was thinking as I frigged her liquid hot pussy with my fingers, all done under the mischievous guise of ascertaining her fitness. Well, neither of us minded this teasing intermission really. Our sweet pastime was abruptly interrupted and as we heard frantic knocking on the door of my chambers. I reluctantly extricated my wet fingers, her 'salila '( pussy discharge in Sanskrit) trickling all over them. We rearranged ourselves to a semblance of modesty and Sahana let the anxious caller in. It was a royal messenger and he was so excited that all he could was blurt out in a high pitched tone that Queen Sonia had been murdered in the palace last night. " What..." I started but the next few words died in my mouth. We stood spellbound trying to digest the shocking news. " Yes sir", he confirmed breathing heavily, " She has been killed in her bedroom, her throat has been slit!" Hardly believing what we had heard, we ran out then, our hearts thudding as we climbed the few marble steps leading to Sonia's chambers. Somehow, ten steps of them felt like a thousand then. All other Queens also stood there tearful and dumbfounded looking at the wasted bloody body of Sonia as it lay on the bed. Her throat had been slit and she had never had a chance. She had died in minutes after this dastardly attack, I surmised. My heart was thumping hard and I stood transfixed hardly believing the sight of the this gory sight. She had seemed so happy that she had become pregnant just over a day ago. In my mental eye I saw her, a dear woman who had pleasured me with 'Cold and Hot water' treatment to my cock leading to tempestuous climaxes. There were quite a few awesome moments I had shared with her privately in my endeavours to make her pregnant. Sadly, she had her life snatched away after realizing her dream of getting pregnant and had died before she could deliver a child to this impotent royal family. I felt a mad rage at the injustice of it all. We all walked back silently to our chambers. The sight of King Namarda grieving over his queen's body was more than I could bear to see there. The palace obviously wore a pall of gloom now, as all faces were downcast and dispirited. There was another meeting in The Royal Hall soon after, where the King Namarda said his arrangements for security had been breached unfortunately and he had lost a pregnant queen to an enemy plot. I told him there was a snake in the grass here and that it was an inside job. " Someone has let a cat among the pigeons here. We have to find him and eliminate him immediately " I said with feeling. Yes, someone has got to pay for taking Sonia's life. I proposed that I now return to my kingdom and take rest at home for a while when things sort of settled down here. It was a difficult decision for them but I insisted on a short break that would do everyone some good, especially as the mood right now was not ripe for impregnation to continue. Besides, security needed to be tightened too. Finally I had my way with tem. It was becoming a habit now. ' Having my way' I mean, I thought smiling wryly at the pun even in those heavy moments. It was further arranged as per my desire that I would take bodyguard Sahana along with me as enemy could strike at me anywhere and she was pretty useful. Pretty and useful, I mean! Shanti, the other bodyguard was assigned to look after all the queens in the harem here safely and try preventing any further attacks by the hidden foe. Shanti understood this separation from me now was inevitable and nodded silently. I whispered to her that all this would pass; happy days would be back and so would I. Shortly later I climbed onto my gold and velvet chariot drawn by seven horses along with a sober looking Sahana. I bade good-bye to queens Jyothi ands Anu as best as I could under such circumstances and moved on. The journey itself was uneventful. There was a lot on Sahana's mind and mine. We just held hands during the travel to my kingdom. Sometimes I would rub her palms or thighs absentmindedly and an occasional gasp would bring me back with a jolt that I had probably gone a little too far thus. Occasionally I did see the upper hemispheres of her breasts, taut under the army blouse jiggle around in them as the chariot rumbled on rutted tracks. On a couple of times we were jostled together, rubbed shoulders and sometimes a stiff nipple or a yielding boob would press against my hands or shoulders. All this was so innocent, soothing and seemed to placate our vexed moods more than a little by way of welcome diversion. Chapter 13: Homecoming and his own wives engage him in unbridled actions My three wives, other family members and my ministers received me at the portico of my palace. The citizens who had caught sight of me on the way had cheered me on as we passed by. My First queen Saroja Devi (In short called 'SD') who was now the reigning queen and looked after the State administration in my absence applied a red 'Tilak' on my forehead (a symbol of welcome) and hugged me tight as soon as I got down from the dusty chariot. I kissed her on her smooth cheeks and squeezed her big arse lovingly with one hand. I could feel her heavy tits crushed against my chest with the tightness of our embrace. I held her at an arm's distance and looked at her lovingly. Saroja is a vintage woman. Tall, dark, statuesque wife of mine smiled back with tears flooding her eyes. My two other wives were Queen Bindu and Sheena who welcomed me with warm smiles and each one kissed me passionately giving me an inkling of how much they had missed me. I Introduced Sahana to them and told them why she was here. They were very happy that their husband was in such safe hands with her around. There were the usual homecoming celebrations, greetings of course. All those formalities consumed a few hours. Then, my Queen Saroja Devi ( SD) asked me to come into Royal conference room where she would brief me on the State affairs that she had looked after in my absence. I asked Sahana to stand guard at the door as my wife SD and me entered inside. SD is my First Queen and she is 35 years old, a year younger than I am. We have a son Premasutran born from her royal womb. She is about 6 ft tall, dark complexioned and built with soft curves and has a stature that befits a queen of her age. She is a perfect, mature middle-aged woman who has a lot to offer to a randy husband like me. But then, she was very self-controlled and was basically slow in getting excited as far as sex is concerned. A lot of foreplay is required to ignite her passion and, after that, she would be unstoppable and insatiable in bed. She is a pleasure-chest, who I had really missed in the last few weeks. And God, was I going to make up for the lost time! Queen SD sat in front of me wearing a traditional red silk sari and her gold and diamond studded crown sitting perfectly on her well-groomed head. Her flowing smooth black hair was well oiled and knotted into plaits. She was perfect like the Hindu Goddess Shakti. I sat in front of her touching knees as I looked deep into her cool back eyes and her demeanor showed that she was now serious in the topic she was to broach. She would talk business of course, but that did not mean I should too! I decided I would try and get under her silken loincloth and into the warm, cozy confines of her pussy, even if she was only interested in giving a verbal report on dry state subjects then. Note: Her actions are inside 'parenthesis' () and my own are outside them in the descriptions below: (SD started explaining that a lot had actually happened in my absence. The kings of neighboring states who had surrendered to me in wars earlier and were my sub-ordinates had started having other ideas about me). " OH, OK" I said half listening, as my hands were busy removing her shoulder veil that covered her ample bosom and this I threw down with a flourish, gaping at the well-endowed breasts that sat proudly on her stately chest. She now sat with only a silken red blouse covering her majestic bosom and I knew she never wore anything underneath it as she felt the undergarment did not allow her breasts to 'breathe'. As she explained to me about the State seriously in a monotone, her silken veil lay crumpled over her thighs and I was aching to uncover the goodies that lay beneath it I put my hands on her big wide shoulders and caressed her neck massaging those muscles, which I knew she liked immensely. ("These Kings are now..", she was saying but stopped, "OH, That is wonderful, honey" referring this time to my neck massage (...Hmmm!)", She groaned and continued and so did I. I knew that this sweet seduction was going well and the booty was now not very far. ("You know, they have concealed weapons and bombs buried inside our boundaries..." she went on, again unmindful of what I was up to.) I was more interested in her concealed breast globes, which too made her look like a 'sex bomb'; I grinned to myself at the pun. I now caressed the soft big tits with my palm with slow massaging rotations all over the pliant flesh. My own cock had come alive and was pressing hard against the loincloth below my robes and was making it difficult for me to sit steady in my seat. ("The concealed weapons were discovered on the last leg of my own inspection..." she went on unmindful of my handiwork) But, I was thinking about 'her' legs then, discovering they were 'concealed' just beneath the folds of silk sari. I lifted her sari from her feet upward in both my hands and pulled them over her kneecaps, uncovering her shapely ebony colored knees. I hungrily kneaded the legs thus exposed with both my hands starting from her feet up and caressing till her dainty kneecaps. She was so smooth and well formed there, this big meaty wife of mine! Her legs were like chiseled sculpture in dark granite like those you see in Hindu temples depicting all those charming goddesses. (" Oh, UMMMMM... Honey! What are you doing...? Can you concentrate please...This is serious work" she admonished me but without much conviction. But she went on, her self-control and discipline egging her on) Now I actually started unbuttoning her blouse and soon, out spilled two of the ripest melons you would ever see on this side of the world. They jiggled happily as the blouse fell away. (OHH..UMMM.. You naughty..." She gasped out and paused in her description of the criminal conspiracy in the State by enemies to growl at me. This was just to complain on my baring her thus shamelessly in the Royal meeting hall. "This is a 'Meeting hall' and not a 'mating' hall " she laughed at her own pun and but I was not listening to any of it) I walked quietly behind her and stood with my hands on her wide shoulders and kneaded her firm shoulder blades making her pause again and growl like an awakened tigress. She liked that too. My hands next teased the breasts, softly kneading the pliant flesh tweaking her bullet-hard round nipples that stood out an inch out from her tit globes. My erect prick was still caught inside my tight loincloth and I felt some pre-semen staining its front. I poked my royal shaft against her left ear as I bent down to kiss her right ear. I kissed her earlobes and sucked it up into my mouth with a loud 'slurp' interrupting her, but deliberately paused to let her continue her report. This was a long drawn out erotic teasing and a pleasing seduction in slow motion. My tongue snaked into her ear cavity and her mushy herbal fragrance on her face made me heady and my cock lurched in a spasm, bunched as it were, against her left ear and face. She was getting distracted in her talk, missing a few words here and there but held out yet, seemingly unmindful of my seduction. 'Well, two can play a game, honey' I thought to myself kissing her further all over the neck. It was now my skills versus her resolve not to yield, which made it all the more thrilling. (SD gasped as she realized what mischief I was up to and covered her arms over the bared tits and continued on about the plots being hatched in the states subordinated to ours, aiming to attack us. " We are still not so vulnerable, you see, " she said, defending the State machinery) But the portions of her naked body below her chest had become 'vulnerable' to my 'attack' now, as her hands were now over the chest and her bare legs were exposed to the knees and nothing stopped me from attacking them, so to say. I climbed down from my seat, kneeled in front of her and slowly pushed the silken garment up and away, over her thighs, which now shone like black butter, if you get what I mean. I started kissing her hard bony kneecaps pressing them with my lips and circling them with my tongue in crazy patterns leaving wet marks on them. I slowly used one of my hands get in between her soft lower thighs and separated the legs so that they lay apart giving me enough leeway to continue my erotic ministrations. My head dipped into the small space between my wife's thighs and smelt the aroma of her mature Queenly 'yoni' coming from within. She had applied some herbal perfume too down there and the combination of the pussy's native aroma with the perfume was so powerful and heady that it drove me mad with lust. My mouth was dry and my royal appendage was raging hard from such along time now. ("Oh Dear... You are not listening to me...Can you count how many rebel kings are hiding from our inspection now", She asked me, her breath quickening and voice trailing, as she realized what was going to happen next. She was silently hoping I would continue though she would not say so. ) I looked up into her eyes and said, " I would rather 'count' how many pussy hairs are covering your sweet 'yoni' than the number of those idiots", and spread her black granite-like thighs all the way out. I stared in fascination at what I had bared. 'My own wife of several years, so what is the big deal', you say? Well, she is actually a 'big' deal. I mean physically she is unmatched by any woman I had seen so far. And I had missed this for many days now ever since I was sent out on impregnation mission. The Impregnator Ch. 12-13 Her thighs looked like flaring pillars, shining smooth and hairless except that on her big juicy pussy set in the middle of a wide pelvis and soft fleshy buttocks was covered with the original curly black natural hair cover God had bestowed her, which she never trimmed or cut. This 35-year-old mature perfect Hindu yoni was one to savor slowly and completely and certainly not for a quickie. (She now reluctantly abandoned the idea of further discussion on State affairs and gave herself up, suddenly coming alive with blazing passionate eyes and husky voice. She said huskily, "OH, Dear King, I missed you so much, My poor pussy missed the heavenly blows that your royal ever-ready prick gives me day in and day out. I was burning up in jealousy that other women consumed my husband's precious semen happily while all the while my own 'yoni' cried alone silently. In spite of your such a 'service' being noble, charitable and all that", she contended. She now opened up her thighs practically all the way and lifted the legs over my shoulders and placed them there, one leg on either the side of my head, smiling amorously at me for the first time that day.) I strained my eyes to see what lay ahead, hidden in the dark passage between her thighs so wantonly spread out before me and could only think of 'laying her' itself as the wisest option. I ripped away her Sari, blouse and anything that came between her nudity and me and said, " You sweetheart, how long you pretended that you were unaffected by my seduction today and went on describing those silly affairs of the State. But now see who can say that you are a 35-year old woman and not a virgin in heat?" " Oh dear honey... ", My queen moaned and now ripped away my loincloth and my cock sprang out in its full erect state, twanged back slapping my own underbelly and settled down to a position parallel to the ground, quivering spasmodically. I was mad fucking erect. I got up and lifted her, carrying the weight of her big fleshy frame to the ornate wooden Meeting table. I swept away the flower vases to make space for her to lie down on it, her naked legs hung down from the edge of the table. She would be a feast today, I thought as I saw her fully naked majestic body in all its glory as it lay beautifully on the table in front of me. I stood at the edge of the table and in between her open thighs. Her swollen tits, erect inch long nipples, goosebumped areola. Her black ebony thighs built like strong granite pillars smoothly curving up into wide spacious waist and her prominent pubic mound with wet curly bush covering the sweet mystery of her womanhood. It was all mine now, I preened to myself. I drew her waist nearer to me adjusting her wet hairy bush till the head of my cock touched the sweet entrance to her juicy big yoni. " Oh Honey...Please now", she whispered but it was a command I did not ignore and immediately buried my hot shaft into the wet yielding pussy. I slid in slowly, sinking past the fleshy fluted folds of her mature pussy and her warm honey like discharge lubricated the sides of my shaft in its passage in, till I lay buried all the 8 inches of my royal spasmodic prick in. As I gained slow momentum pushing in and out of her steaming juicy passage, my cock coming away smeared with her juices the heady aroma of sex filled the room. I was in absolute heat now. As I drove my hard prick hard and fast into the wet yielding mass of her cock-hungry pussy making her growl and maon inanities like " Oh Maa.. Ouch..Ummmm.. So heavenly.. OHHHH " etc, which made sense only to her and me then. It told us that what I was indeed heavenly and that my wife's juicy pussy craved for more. More is what she got as I relentlessly beat her wet accommodating royal passage into pulp with my aching cock, my white cock slipping in and out of her ebony skinned body making a visual spectacle which further invigorated my actions. I now lifted her leg from my sides and made them lie over my shoulders providing me better view and feel of her soft rounded ebony thighs against my face and hand as I pumped in and out of her queenly pussy. Her legs are heavenly, big and soft and I took one of them in my hand and rubbed my face all over the smooth skin, enjoying the feel of cool soft muscles against my hot face. I kissed and bit her mildly wherever my mouth would reach on her yummy looking legs. I took one soft and wide foot in my palms, caressing it tenderly, nursing it against my face. Her feet did not sweat much, but there was a natural foot aroma which drove me so mad then that I took three of her long painted dark skinned toes between fingers and pulled them in. I swallowed the toes one by one in to the pit of my mouth, sucking on each one in turn and biting them alternately which caused some commotion in her as she gasped " AMMMMAAAA" at the incredible sensations this so generated in her. I licked, kissed and bit on her big toe and thrust my royal cock into her molten passage all the way simultaneously, driving her mad with pleasure and she said, "Oh Sweet honey...How I missed you, I can understand now. You play with my body like a maestro would do with his favorite musical instrument...UMMMMM", she gurgled, her breath now becoming uncontrollable and her other thigh had slid to the table below and beat a steady beat on the other side of my waist on it. I am a fair man. After sucking and biting her one foot, I repeated the treatment to the other one too next. The wet foot so released from my mouth started a steady beating onto the table wood in step with my steady fucking, I was giving with my rampant cock to her juicy pussy. I was somehow untiring even though sweat pored from my upper torso and some of it was trickling into the crack of my ass funnily titillating me. I would suck one toe in and push into her pussy with my slick cock and then release the toe and slide out of her steaming yoni the next time making a steady pattern out of this. All this had definitive say in raising our body temperatures and soon I could feel my molten seed filling up my shaft as my balls rolled around in the sac. I swished in one last time, mating our pubic hair against each other, my hot white cock buried to full depth in her leaking hot and cozy yoni. I came like water gushing from floodgates of a full dam, spasming in the labyrinth of my queen's accommodating pussy chambers safe and secure and fully embedded deep her in her womb somewhere. Her own strong mature 35 year old pussy received this full blast with relish and her muscles milked me, clenching and unclenching my bursting rod till the last sperm was safely home. As we lay gasping for breath on each other's sweat soaked bodies on the table, moaning weakly sometimes, feeling the slow twitching of our sweet pubic junction and all, I thought, 'My First Queen SD could not have provided a better homecoming treat to me than this one'. The Impregnator Ch. 14 Later that day I met my two children in their schools. My heart was light and I was aching to meet my other two equally desirable queens, Bindu and Sheena. Queen Bindu, dear readers, hailed from Punjab in Northern India and was a 5 ft 8 in. tall woman who was a little fatter than you would expect a 30-year-old southern woman to be. She had butter white smooth unblemished complexion and possessed two big juicy breasts that befitted her frame. Her flaring rounded hips and soft thighs were simply sensational. She had red juicy lips, brownish eyes simmering with desire and had a sweet fragrance about her that set her apart. I had a special place for Queen Bindu in my heart and her very appetising body kept my randy cock in ever-alert state. We had a daughter of four years born of our wedding of six years, and she looked every bit like a 30-year old mother. There was nothing that could be described as slim or small on her body. In bed, she was like a fourteen-course feast spread out, given such divine assets and she behaved like there would be no next time during lovemaking. She was a glutton and a sort of nympho who wanted me to do 'everything' to her many, many times over regardless of the time of the day or night. Sheena, my youngest wife of three years, was only 25 years old quite the opposite. She was of wheatish brown complexion, had a slim 5ft 6 in tall body and possessed modest physical assets, if you could consider 35-24-35 figure as one such. She was a tigress in bed, aggressive and dominating and we had an explosive and noisy sex life together. We were near the Royal swimming pool when we three met for the first time that day. It was sweltering hot and it was Bindu who suggested that we all get into the pool and talk. I instructed Sahana to take guard on the watchtower next to the swimming pool and provide us protection and some privacy. My wives had still not got used to having a female guard watching over them when we were in bed or pool naked. It will take sometime, I thought, Sahana would no doubt enjoy the erotic sights which were to follow from a vantagepoint like the watchtower. The very next minute, I noticed Bindu the bohemian woman that she was, ripped off all her silk robes, stood fully naked in front of me showing off her beauty thus which she knew made me get quickly excited. She knew I loved it and my cock rose between my thighs like an uncoiling serpent. My cock is a chivalrous gentleman too. Never fail to get up for a woman, I grinned to myself and knew a big orgy with these two wives was just round the corner. She beckoned me wantonly with a crooked finger unmistakably hinting at amorous possibilities. While the big woman Bindu jumped into the cool waters with a scream and splashed around merrily, Queen Sheena was divesting me of all my royal robes throwing them down in a heap on the marble pavement adjoining the pool. My cock tip sniffed the cool air in the proximity of pool and my balls tightened in anticipation of what was surely in store. Sheena took little time to strip and she stood on the steps leading down into water, a picture of poise and desire. The sight of one splashing big yummy Bindu and another a seductive, desirable Sheena was enough invitation for me to follow them into water with a big splash myself, my cock quivering in front like a harbinger of events in store. As we three splashed around in the in the cool water covered with floating rose petals, jasmines and sandalwood, I could feel cool fragrant water on my erect shaft making my frame shiver in unbridled arousal. Then the sights of wet and juicy boobs of Bindu, nimble and pert arse of Sheena floating in and out of sight in the waters around me made me desire these two with an urge I had never felt before. We frolicked merrily in those waters like hot honeymooning couples. One minute, I would grab the shapely waist of Sheena under water and lift her out of water over on to my shoulders, bringing up her smiling lips of wet sweet-smelling pussy to my thirsty lips. Next minute I would be off pinching those soft yummy breasts of Bindu making her shriek and swim away me from me with me in hot pursuit. Then, Sheena would swim close to me, wriggle herself against me so her soft thighs would wedge between my thighs under water pressing against my hard cock. She would tweak my chest hairs, pinch my nipples sending sharp electric lust shocks to my balls and I would retaliate by squeezing her breasts back and give her shapely cool arse a blow or two with an open palm under water, sending her screaming away playfully. All this made me horny as a bull in heat and I was thinking when I would grab one of them and shove my aching cock into those waiting wet pussys. The question was who was going to be my first lay, the mature, big and fleshy Bindu or the slim and shapely Sheena. Queen Sheena with her hand clasping me by my 'root', her wet hair plastered all over face and neck, stopped us in the middle of the pool, asked me suddenly serious thus: " My sweet darling, what sin have I committed that you have not yet blessed me with that important privilege that you have even blessed queens of other Kingdom with... haa?" I was dumbstruck for a minute. I knew what she meant, of course. She was the only queen in my palace who had not conceived till then. I tried to move away a little to think up a suitable reply, but her hands clasped me even more firmly by my cock under water making such an escape impossible. Bindu came swimming back to us, and stood next to me in waist high water, hanging on to my left arm, her big rounded nipple buttons, hard as nails now burning holes into my shoulders just above the water level. I drew Sheena by her slim waist so that our waists touched under water, my hands ran them through her wet hair comfortingly, and asked her innocently, " Sheena, my sweet, what is that you have missed in our marriage that you are now speaking so sharply to me?" " Children, My King... My motherhood... You have not blessed me with that coveted position every wife aches to have", she replied, her eyes burning with the conviction of her words. Her hands clasped my raging hard-on even more firmly in the cool waters and her thumb ran over its sensitive tip, the gesture speaking louder than words as to only what could now assuage her hurt feelings. I felt a little guilty then. I was not philandering but it was true that Sheena, my wife was yet to conceive and she was as eager and suitable as any of King Namarda's wonderful queens who had in the recent past received more than justifiable time and semen share from me, and I was Sheena's husband. I was about to reply, when Bindu suddenly interjected, " I too would not mind being mother again. I want a son this time around." They chorused, " And all that has to happen this time, before you leave for King Namarda's 'netherland' " and laughed together. I had to laugh with them on such a description of King Namarda's kingdom but it was indeed one, I had to admit. The faces of Queen Jyothi, Anu and Padmini seemed to cross my mind for a minute before I was drawn to reality, quite literally by Sheena's pulling of my cock as she walked the pool dragging me to the other end where a small wooden float of ten feet by eight feet lay anchored. That would do for a bed, I thought as I followed my two beautifully contrasting wives who had a single purpose in mind for me then. Bindu went ahead, arranged the surface of the wooden platform so we could to climb up on to it and she kneeled over the edge and gave us both a hand. As I lay on my back on the swaying wooden float, Queen Bindu in all her pristine naked glory climbed over onto my head presenting her lush shaved pussy to my lips. She knelt with her superb white thighs one on either side of my head. Her knees and fore thighs enclosed my face from either side and I felt cosy and warm between them. Queen sheena had sucked up my raging hard royal prick into her sweet little mouth, sucking and licking everywhere in turns. Her own small pert breasts nestled over my knees her nail hard nipples scraping the skin as her head bobbed up and down, laving my hot cock. The feel of cool water now drying on our skins, and raging mutual passions making our blood pump into to our groins simultaneously was an indescribably pleasurable and heavenly sensation. My tongue now nestled between the wet labia of my Punjabi beauty and I loved the fragrance and taste of her pussy lips. Bindu herself had sweet smelling juicy cunt and the fragrant waters had only induced additional heady aroma and taste to the pink yummy womanhood and my mouth made a 'meal' of it with some relish. (As Per Kama Sutra, these Aryan women have sweet smelling pussy and their discharge tastes like nectar. Their uninhibited lovemaking abilities coupled with their yoni's capability to take either hammering blows from a big cock or sensitive cunnilingus from an educated tongue with equanimity made them unique partners). As I spread the vertical pink juicy lips of her pussy with my fingers exposing wet skin of her juicy yoni wetted by pool water minutes before to the cool air on the float now made her break into goose pimples all over her marble thighs and buttery stomach. She shivered above me, towering above me, her eyes closed in passionate abandon. Her throat muscles strained under her white alabaster skin, she gulped to control herself as my tongue and teeth launched a twin attack on her sensitive inner pussy folds. I would deliberately lave them with the flat of my tongue and scratch it alternately making her mewl sometimes. Then the next minute I would bite one vulva lip between my front teeth while I held the other lip as far apart as I could with my other hand pulling it away from the first one, this time she would quiver with the build up of lust that took over big soft yielding body. The other end of my body had turned into a pleasure heaven as Sheena's continuous sucking of my cock was making my eyes swim out of focus. Sheena would hold up the cock vertical by its shaft, look at it lovingly and then tease the sac of my balls with sharp fingernails of the other hand making me quake and jerk. She would watch with keen interest as the vertical shaft of my cock spasmed and jerked in her grasp, a result of the sensations caused to it by her own teasing scratching of the balls. She seemed to find this sight of my raging hard royal cock in its prime so fascinating that she would lick and scratch the cock and balls alternately. Then she would squeeze and lick the cock and sac of balls the next minute and so on, all the while watching the results of these actions closely, the visual titillation of all this making her very, very excited slowly .Her own hand, I was now sure, was between her pussy lips, fingering it madly. All these movements made the wooden float precariously sway even though it was anchored, the water splashing around the float and sometimes it would spray over our heated entwined bodies, making us gasp in addition to all those gasps our own actions were inducing in us. Sheena got up and knelt over my waist, one thigh on either side, knees touching the wooden float. Holding up my cock perfectly vertical, she sank her hot and wet pussy over on to it till her pubic hair met my own matted bush. Now Bindu lifted herself up from my face and turned the other way so that she faced Sheena and could watch the copulation conveniently. She still had her pussy plastered on my mouth and I was chewing away merrily on the juicy labia and licking the budding clitoris made her hump herself up and down my nose buried in the crack between her soft yielding butt globes. Sheena was rising and falling steadily, making my cock probe her innermost secrets, her chamber walls clasping and unclasping my rigid shaft alternately causing me to groan between Bindu's leaking pussy lips. Her juices were running down my mouth and chins and she was gasping loudly now as she rose and fell on my mouth enjoying all the attention I was bestowing on her now steaming pussy. Sheena's own cauldron was like hot oil inside. The speed and weight of us three made the wooden float almost sink below the surface of water occasionally; only to rise back the next moment as one of the towering women over me rose on their knees too. The water splashed around on us in step with our own lusty thrashing bodies. I could see from one particular position lying on the float that Sahana was craning her neck hard over to our side on the watchtower instead of the opposite side, as her guarding duties would demand. Obviously this sight of us threesome in passionate throes was hard to ignore despite her professionalism and dispassionate nature. Now, Sheena started convulsing madly on my wet and slick prick and said things I had never heard before to Bindu who was facing her on my other end. " Oh, sister Bindu, the sight of your majestic boobs rising and falling in front of me is so exciting that I want to caress and cuddle them" Bindu gasped as I pulled on her fleshy outer lips and replied her, " Yes, sheena please do, as my nipples are aching and I cannot do it myself lest I fall over from His Majesty " Sheena raised herself till my cock head lay buried in the tight wet confines of her cunt and put her hands directly on Bindu catching those sweet and soft globes in her hands. She squeezed them making Bindu almost hiss like a Nagin (Female serpent in heat) as sensations built up into a crescendo in all of us. Sheena would pull and tweak her nipples mercilessly, sometimes pulling them out from the big white globes as her own cunt spasmed and secreted all over my cock, God Know how many times, because these visual and direct titillations brought her to the limit of sexual endurance. I could feel my balls tightening for a final launch and I screamed to them, " Oh Sheena, Take it now... Take it now!!... All the semen you ever wanted from me. I will father hundred sons in you, honey if you continue to excite me thus.... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and I shot my pelvis up and into her, causing my shaft to bury itself against her womb walls as my molten seed burst up into her, jets and jets of it inundating her thirsty womb. My eyes swam out of focus as I came and at the same time Bindu too climaxed over me her robust butt completely covering my eyes and even forehead as she slumped down on me, a mass of quivering wet jelly. Sheena too collapsed over my knees, My quivering cock still safely ensconced in her womb deep and I could feel her hot gasping breath tickling my navel as she rested her head there. After our breath returned to normalcy, Sheena swam away into the pool to wash off but Bindu was all over me on the same float, showing signs that show was far from over. It did not take much time for my limp cock to resume its ramrod stiff position sniffing air again as she entwined her soft limbs all over me and caressed my shoulders, face, torso with her soft boobs and nail hard berry like nipples. I sucked and licked them thoroughly and I felt my blood pump into my groin again. I was mad fucking erect again! Bindu knew the signs well and she asked me to get up and kneel as she bent before my loins me, her rounded butt globes parting to show me the pink moist passage where my royal engine would now go for servicing. I was a little stiff lying there beneath these amorous angels too, and I somehow liked the freedom 'the entering from behind' position then gave me. I took Bindu's soft fleshy waist in my hands and positioned my erect cock to the entrance of her pussy and thrust forward. The movement no doubt embedded the shaft in the welcome cosiness of her lubricated yoni, but it also made the wooden shaft careen sharply to our left almost making us lose balance. I held onto one ample round buttock and this only made my cock sink fully deep into her womb making her too gasp that she also found this new depth extremely exciting and an intimate gesture. She gasped out, turning her head back at me, her eyes swimming in the madness of Kama, " Oh, Sweety! You have never gone so deep before! I will surely die with this pleasure. OHHH" I drove into the soft mushiness of her yoni like a maniac pounding her, my loins thudding into the butt cheeks, my ramrod stiff organ now plunging and out of her bathed in her pussy honey coming away shining in the sunlight. We made sounds like, ' Splotch. Splash, thachakk ' etc as my hard waist rammed into her soft hips making us groan loudly and unbearably obviously feeling the impending explosive climax. I could have been mistaken as I lifted my head in the throes of passion thus only to see Sahana's hand below her skirt obviously shagging herself shamelessly. I could have been mistaken, but not much knowing Sahana's disposition under similar circumstances before. We roared our way into the climax, my cock spasmodically spilling my seed in the liquid hot oven of nympho Bindu's 'yoni'. Even before the last spasms were over, the wooden float below us too 'climaxed', so to say, turned turtle hurling our hot sweating pulsating bodies straight into the cool waters of the pool again. We howled loudly and unbearably as those twin sensations racked our bodies and left us with no other option. The only other human being in the earshot was Sahana who would have heard these mad shrieks from us. She would understand. She too would have liked to scream thus perhaps, to let off her steam. Well, that has to wait. We splashed around in the water for a little while more before laboriously pulling ourselves out of water. We three walked with leaden legs back to our private chambers of our palace. I gestured to Sahana who was up on the tower to come back down, as there was no more to watch for her from there then. Sahana took some time to adjust her skirt and blouse before joining us in the walk to the palace and her blushing ebony cheeks told me tales, which her lips never could or did. The Impregnator Ch. 15 The two weeks at the Palace that I was present, I made the best use of my 'homecumming', by spending quality time in bed with unbridled ardour with my three wet and willing wives one after another or sometimes in combination. As usual, Sahana was agog what with her eyes peeled at the actions that unfolded in front of her. She might have 'come' as many times as we did, but alone! She was growing restless and wanted me to get into her pants more than anything in the world but I behaved as if there was all the time in the world for that and she could not certainly force the issue. Talking of 'issues', you will realize, readers, I mean my attempts at making babies in all those waiting wombs of queens in the neighbouring kingdoms was the main agenda then! And Sahana was only there to protect me. The call of duty had to be attended at King Namrada's state and the time to take leave of my now happy queens came sooner than later. I will not linger on the tearful farewell that my wives gave me, merely because I want to describe the curious events that unfolded in the journey that followed shortly thereafter. Which are more engrossing to say the least. It was the same gold and silk chariot of mine, and my charioteer was making good speed. Sahana and I were merely holding hands seated next to each other in the carriage. I mean I was more than holding hands, a euphemism for my otherwise naughty actions which are by now familiar to you. My left hand was actually in the silken junction of her thighs, trying to poke a hole into her loincloth with my thumb and forefinger, pressing into the wet meadow beneath it, making her highly agitated. She on her part had grasped my hot staff freed from its own silk underwear nestling comfortably between my thighs now, giving it a rhythmic squeeze. My right hand was over her strong shoulders and had sneaked in to the cleavage between her warm and soft breasts, stirring up her lust. It was during these highly engaging moments that we heard the charioteer scream in pain and with a loud thud, fall off his seat on to the dusty roadside below. The horse got excited, neighed, ran helter-skelter and Sahana was off in a flash to the vacant seat of the driver even as I peeped at the back and saw the figure of my bleeding charioteer waving helplessly at us, from where he lay bleeding from an arrow stuck in his chest as the runaway chariot increased the distance between him and us. As the chariot was brought to a reasonably steady stop by a badly shaken Sahana, I saw the villains responsible for this mishap. They were sitting on their horses and their bows and arrows were drawn, ready to strike. And they had stopped us in the middle of the muddy path and there was nothing on the sides except grass meadows and shrubs. They were both women. The taller one on the black horse was big and dark as the horse itself and she drew near us looking menacing to say the least and studied us with clinical eyes. She was a black African, the kind of slaves some foreign trading Kings used to bring home as trophies those days. The other circled us from the left and was distinctly oriental with flat nose and crinkling small eyes like a Thai, but my own sword was drawn ready by then even as I noticed that they looked and dressed like assassins. They warned us of course, speaking coarsely, to surrender ourselves lest.... I winked at Sahana and we got down from the chariot. We walked silently looking downcast, swords shoddily held loosely at our sides as if to surrender. As soon as we reached the assassins atop their horses we two at once snatched at the leg of the rider nearest to us and toppled them over roughly down to the ground. They recovered soon, of course, but by then Sahana's long steel blade of the sword had done the damage by cutting the African's bow into two pieces. I had pinned the Thai to the ground, but she kicked out and I fell down hard on the ground. I now kicked her legs away and engaged her in tangle, which had her fall atop me, out of balance. She was astride me on my chest and she had her knife out and was about to stab me. But suddenly she screamed horribly and fell back and away, her eyes rolling. I saw Sahana behind her looking severe and vicious and she had dealt a near-fatal blow with a block of stone to the back of the assassin's head. The African was struggling to get up, and her only success was that she had managed to bend and twist Sahana's sword out of shape but had succeeding in little else till then. She had gotten up sneakily behind Sahana, who was now looking at the fallen Thai girl, and I noticed the small dagger gleaming in the African's hand and she was about to inflict a fatal blow to Sahana. I slid swiftly on the ground towards her in a rush, between Sahana's legs till my own feet were in front of the African's feet and I kicked out up viciously between her legs. It was a mean blow and what you call the 'below-the- belt'. I did not care about ethical fighting then, in spite of being a king. This was no carnival here. My feet connected sharply to the pubic mound of the dark African assassin knocking her couple of feet away and she bellowed on pain as she fell in a heap. It took us a few more minutes to compose ourselves and take control of the situation. We now had two women, both disarmed assassins with us now. We managed to drag them to our chariot and tie each one to a wooden post of the carriage securely with some jute ropes. They were hurt, caught and obviously in shock at the turn of events. 'The interrogation could wait till we reached the King Namarda's palace,' I thought as we went over to the still body of our charioteer lying some twenty feet behind on the roadside. He was not lucky enough to survive and had long breathed his last while we were overpowering the women assassins. His hands held on firmly to the arrow stuck in the middle of his blood soaked chest as if he would not let go of the evidence. We thought we would send for help from the palace to bring in his body later and arrange for a decent burial. He was Palace staff, after all and had died on duty. So Sahana took over the role of charioteer, one of her many allied skills in her line of duty and I nursed some of my wounds sitting a few feet in front, between the two shocked but silent prisoners. Suddenly one of them spoke unsteadily, "Oh King, where are you taking us? Please kill us here and now!" I turned to look at the African assassin who was looking at me with begging eyes. "Why? You are now the prisoners of King Namarda as you attacked us in his territory. You have to be tried for treason and assassination attempt in his Court. She became highly excited then and said, "No Please! He will kill me. He will torture me, and this girl here cannot even talk," she was gesturing with her chin to the weeping Thai girl as her hands were tied to a post. Oh, she was dumb then, the Thai girl. She was tearful too. I shook my head and said that King Namarda would never torture them. But, he would punish them. That was for sure. The African cut me short again in a high-pitched voice, "No, I am not talking about the King. But the one who sent us. That villain will surely chop me to pieces for our failure." Even Sahana looked back this time with raised eyebrows at us. This was startling news. "Whom are you talking about? Who sent you?" I questioned her seriously now. "The enemy King has planted this villain in King Namarda's palace deliberately so that the women never conceive, in spite of your best intention and attentions." The African's voice sounded sincere. Surely she could not be lying now, in this condition. Then what could this mean? I was flabbergasted. The inside job theory of mine was true then! I demanded, "Who are you and how do you know all this?" She said her name was Hola. She was from Kenya in faraway Africa and was taken slave by the King who had invaded their kingdom some years back and had had ended up in the enemy King's state after many a sale and resale. The Thai's name was Wassana. Both had trained in martial arts and were sent out on this mission from their state. They had met their 'contact' in King Namarda's state, the villain whom she cursed profusely but was afraid to name him or her. But he or she had sent them here, knowing our route and time of journey in advance, and with instructions that I must be stopped in my insemination efforts right then. I gestured to Sahana to stop the chariot under a nearby tree on the roadside. I sighed. The interrogation must take place now and here, if the truth was to come out. We stopped for a while and we discussed on where we could take the prisoners to, such that interrogation and revelations would go unnoticed from the enemy's eyes. Trust Sahana to come up with answers! She said she knew her Training school and guesthouse were close by in the forest somewhere and that would be safe house. She had trained for two years there before assuming the post of my Bodyguard. I looked at the prisoners seriously. These honeys are in for some tough time, I thought. They had already killed one and were intending to do more. Some torture would be necessary perhaps to make them spill their beans, I thought, as the chariot raced in the mid-day sun to where Sahana thought the safe house would be. But I would extract sweet revenge. Quite a few possibilities crossed my mind then. The Impregnator Ch. 16 We rode silently to the distant forest hang-out with Sahana at the reins while I absentmindedly viewed the detainees, The dark African Hola and the dumb Thai girl, Wassana wondering how to open them up....Hmmm... The place was so isolated that I would never have made my way to it or from it on my own. The Old martial arts center was managed by an equally aged caretaker. While we got down and stretched our limbs, the assassins stood away and growled at me suspiciously. I daresay they were trying to figure what torture I was going to subject them to. After we reached the dark looking cellar Sahana and me stripped the Hola and Wassana to their bare essentials before tying them up arms behind to tow big wooden pillars that supported the building. I addressed the killers that there was no way they were going to get away without spilling beans about the insider in the Palace who was master minding the assassinations of the Queens and plotting my demise,but they seemed to be unmoved by my pleading. " Very well, then:" I said giving up "Sahana..Come here first and undress in front of me!" Sahana looked at me with surprise but came near me and started undressing, removing her tops and skirt and stood bare-chested covering up the healthy globes with crossed arms and her waist covered in skimpy loin cloth which did just about to cover her prominent womanhood. I grabbed her with both arms and throwing all caution to winds started lustily kissing her all over her healthy glowing skin of the stomach, the deep navel and the soft and wide underbelly just stopping at the top of her loincloth. She gasped in pleasant surprise at my attack but let her arms drop from over her glowing dark tits and covered my head drawing me tightly to her quivering belly. My royal cock did a somersault inside my own loincloth and I now leaped up, my hands caressing Sahana's strong back, wide flaring hips as I bent down to savour the hot flesh of her big breasts and licked the turgid buds of her nipples. "AHHHHH...MMMMMM" groaned Sahana as her own passion was inflamed by now. I slapped her bare ass hard once and glanced at the prisoners strapped to the pillars just a few yards away from us. They were goggle eyed and seemed to be in some amount of distress as they vainly tried to contain their excitement that the visual titillation we were providing them. I asked Hola coolly still caressing the bare ass cheeks of my hot bodyguard, "You women have been condemned to martial duties because the doctors at the palace declared you barren, incapable of bearing children, right? Probably a couple of old senile herbal doctors who had forgotten all about gynecology with the passage of their own youth!!" This was no secret; it was standard custom in those days, discriminatory as it may sound. But those times in Indian History were not really famous for women's rights! Hola cleared her throat, "Yes your majesty...that is true. Two old bastards reported that we were no good for bearing children and hence not suitable for...you know..." Wassana just nodded and hung her head in shame. I kissed the inch long hard nipples of Sahana making a loud smack deliberately for everyone's benefit and felt a shiver run down my nimble bodyguard's frame within my embrace. It did not do much good to my aching prick either. "Then think about it", I said slipping my palm below the loin cloth and covered Sahana's juicing womanhood and it was all sticky down there. I slowly rotated my hand eliciting a controlled moan from Sahana that showed my handiwork was being appreciated. I continued, " I could add impregnating two barren women to my schedule and try my hand at it.. Who knows with my vigorous efforts I could prove those old fools (meaning the doctors) at the Palace wrong...HMMMM?" I got nothing but two cold stares for all this kind chivalrous offer. My patience was exhausted. If they wanted it rough, then that is exactly what they were going to get... I ordered Sahana giving her another lusty slap on her ample butt cheeks, " Please bring a hot towel and a container with Hot water and some ice cubes in a box now!" Bewildered as she was and reluctant to leave my embrace, she went away to comply with my order. I let the bound prisoners to rot in worry as to what was in store for them. Soon Sahana was back with a box full of ice cubes and a hot towel and a container with nears boiling water. I took the hot towel in my hand. Whew! It was steaming hot and I was hardly able to hold it for more than a couple of minutes at a time. I drew a puzzled Sahana near me by her supple waist and ran the hot towel up her thighs looking at her keenly. She gasped and drew away with a "AHHHH"! startled at my audacity. "Now the ice cubes", I ordered a bewildered Sahana, She had never seen this face of mine so far. Nor was I keen to show it, but the circumstances demanded stern and palpable action. I drew her near me again and this time I roughly cupped her right tit in one hand while I drew a handful of ice cubes out of the box with the other and slowly and deliberately caressed her tit flesh with the cold crystals once. "AHHHH" she screamed again and practically threw me away from her shaking body, "Why, Your Majesty!! How could you..." She started accusingly. But I had already neared a goggle eyed Hola who was straining her sinewy muscles against the ropes that bound her. She knew what was coming! I ripped away Hola's rough undergarments and drew back to survey what I had exposed. She was a black angel, no less. She had near perfect full-blown woman's body, which African women boast of. Her tits the colour of black honey were amazingly full and tipped with delicious looking long nipples atop them that swayed with her jerky movements now. Her waist was broad and accommodating and her belly was slightly curved with deep-set navel puncturing the smooth plateau. Her womanhood was covered with a handful of curly black hair that did its best to hide fleshy outer labia and pink innards that seemed to wink at my own raging manhood. I felt like a beast trying to manhandle this luscious African sample but I made a good job of it. I stooped low, literally now, and parted the curly growth of her pubic hair and exposed her steaming labia to a handful of freezing ice cubes. She screamed in shock but this was not agony that she expected, this was sweet seductive torture. Then the hot towel climbed up her chest, burning my palms in the process, on to her swollen tit globes and I did not spare those erect nipple buds enroute. Sahana stood mesmerized and aroused at the shock value my acts generated. But Wassana was making growling noises indicating that she did not appreciate this a least bit. To make a long story short, especially as I do not relish dwelling on tortures however effective they proved with these tough honeys this time I made them talk. Specifically a gasping and defeated looking Hola with hot and cold water all over her tender black skin blurted out the name of the mole in the palace. It was so shocking that both Sahana and me gasped "Oh No" more than once unbelievingly It could not be 'this person', we thought and we queried Hola relentlessly for some time but her story did not change. The name is best left unsaid for now, as we were yet to catch the traitor red handedly. Otherwise this story would never stand merit with anyone in the palace. Finally they agreed not very reluctantly that I would somehow cure them of infertility in the middle of my busy schedule. After all I was not hailed as impregnator for nothing. Hitting below the belt may be illegal in some sports but that area in a feminine body was my playground! I gave sample of my fertilization ability to Wassana, the Thai girl with great thighs (She should be nicknamed the Thigh Girl!!) by freeing her from the ropes, and climbing into convenient position behind her, parking my red hot organ bang into her waiting wet Oriental orifice with a 'Plonk' that made both Sahana and Hola shiver and gasp simultaneously, not without some amount of jealousy at being deprived. They wrung their hands in despair and clenched and unclenched their hands, rubbed their titties amorously, crossed and uncrossed their legs shamelessly and watched as I made animal love by banging Wassana the dumb girl with a lot of flourish and relish in front of them. The air was filed with sweet smell of womanly secretion and sweat that made all of us heady. I came copiously and Wassana, dumb though she was, made a lot of noise otherwise that showed that this invigorating exercise was more than welcome to her barren deprived body. We were a tired looking foursome that left the jungle abode that evening on my Silver and Gold chariot and I was suddenly preoccupied in the journey with the thoughts of how to confront the evil villain with sinister designs that was planning pregnant queens' and my assassination. The Impregnator Ch. 17 As we neared the kingdom on our chariot, Sahana looked at me meaningfully a couple of times and I realized that we had to drop Hola and Wassana at a safe place in the Kingdom away from palace, else the secret would be revealed and the traitor would get alerted to our knowledge of him. Hmmmmm.... We had decided that the women would now be housed in Sahana's sister's house that was located in the distant outskirts of the Capital. That was as safe as we could manage then. When we arrived at her house, Jwala, the elder sister of Sahana welcomed us with a red vermilion 'Tilak' on the forehead in traditional style, bowed to me and addressed me as His Majesty. The sisters hugged and some pleasantries followed as we entered her palatial old mansion. Jwala was quite a traffic-stopper even though she was said to be in late thirties. She was a tall, big bodied lady, a little matronly but pleasing in appearance. She was a widow. Her husband had died in war years before leaving her childless. She lived comfortably but alone. She had a well maintained body, which showed some signs of ageing making her look plumper and filled out everywhere but certainly not disagreeable to my eyes given my penchant for big, well filled-out ladies. I followed her curvaceous well-endowed buttocks sway as she walked ahead of me with equally well-endowed Sahana. The difference between the sisters, I noticed was that while Sahana had a big strong muscled appearance that was more of result of her martial training, Jwala (which means a 'flame of fire' in local language) on the other hand had led a more leisurely and comfortable life and her body while it was big and beautifully filled-out with, was not hard or strong like her sister's. She had delicious looking abundant flesh all over. She was like a big butter dumpling. Hola and wassana followed demurely behind me and were soon shown a comfortable quarters in the basement away from prying eyes. The sisters went into a huddle and some talk and activities followed, but I was sleepy and I dozed off on one of the large beds in my guest room. I was to know all the details not too later. It was well past six in the evening and we were relaxing with herbal refreshment, which tasted like sweet liquor when Jwala bent towards me on the couch and looking at me said, "Your Majesty, It is indeed my pleasure that you have come here today and allowed me to serve you. You must stay with us tonight and leave only tomorrow morning...We sisters have some talk to catch up too.." "Too?", I quizzed looking at the ample breasts ensconced in her tight looking blouse straining against the fabric. Oh, she was a perfect mature angel. " Too.." She cooed, crossing her thighs, her Sari lifting to a comfortable twelve inches up her fair ankles. I gulped and my royal cock twitched in acknowledgement of the goodies being displayed. "Yes we have Lingam and Yoni pooja (meaning Penis and Vagina worship) today.. You see I am a Shakti worshipper, the feminine half of this cosmic creation. Today, you represent the generative and reproductive force, which this kingdom dearly needs and hence this worship will be in your honour" I could barely believe my ears. The Yoni and Lingam worship are one of the most erotic and sexually explicit rituals in Hindu traditions. Which also meant the 'Host' will spend the night with the 'Honoured guest' to seek his blessings. Ahem, I thought, her wish will be granted. And I was sure mine too would! She was yearning for sexual gratification having been deprived of it for many years after her widowhood and she was making amends now. Who better than me, the Impregnator? The only potent man in the Kingdom?, Yes, I could feel cold sweat on my palms and my heart thudded wildly. Yes!! I stared at Sahana who nodded naughtily in affirmation of my thoughts. These two sisters, what have they got on their minds for me tonight, I tried to guess. It was too exciting to draw any conclusion then. We went into her large Pooja room where the Lingam and Yoni worship (My penis and Jwala's mature vagina) would be performed. It was a big airy room with much decoration of flowers and buntings. Heady aphrodisiac perfumes filled the air. Pleasant musical notes being played on violins and Veena (a stringed Indian Musical instrument) wafted across from the room below. All this was like Kamasutra being perfectly enacted. Oh, I realized, so this was what the sisters had arranged in the afternoon while I was asleep. There was a platform with red silk cloth cover and an identical one opposite to it. This was where we two were supposed to be seated. Sahana was to be the priest, I gathered as she went about arranging jasmines, fresh roses and other flowers all in a neat silverware. There was a brass bell to make tinkling sounds during the chanting. Jwala and I had to dress for the occasion, which in this case was next to nudity. I stripped myself of everything except my silken loincloth. I was helped by Sahana who gave me many winks during undressing act and a naughty squeeze on my passion hot cock before showing me on to my place on the platform. My cock made a prominent bulge as I walked and there was a conspiratorial giggle from the sisters then. I looked at Jwala and she took my breath away. She was dressed in a red Silk sari without any undergarments. She was bare-shouldered meaning she was wearing nothing underneath the Sari. Her juicy breasts majestically hung forth, drooping only a little from its girth, freely swaying on her big chest as she walked up to me and those bare white arms looked sculpted as if from milk and butter. She took her seat sitting in front of me cross-legged. We just looked and looked at each other, gobbling up one another with hungry eyes. We knew what was coming. My cockhead lurked precariously near the top of my loincloth, almost sneaking out of it, as I sat down cross-legged in my seat. Some chanting followed with Sahana looking comically serious with devotion to God and I fidgeted impatiently in my seat throughout. It was too much for me having to look at Jwala's exquisite breasts, rounded thighs and the rest of her buttery body and yet exercise patience and self-control then. Sahana left us after performing the initial 'Divine' part of the worship hinting that we get down to more earthly things. We had to do Yoni and Lingam Pooja next. Jwala got up and slowly and seductively removed her Sari disrobing completely and soon stood naked in front of me. She was incredibly luscious and juicy to look at. She was almost as tall as me and had exquisitely chiselled body that bordered only a little towards the heavier side. She was a big juicy meal to my eyes. Her eyes shone with the burning desire to see me as I was born and I did not take too long to rip away my silken loincloth and my cock sprang forth like an uncoiling serpent. My balls were taut against my shaft and I was dribbling pre-semen already. My cock jerked in tune with my blood pressure as I watched this white angel came near me and started the Penis worship. She would bend down giving me the view of her wide expanse of her back and rounded buttocks, playfully hold the hot shaft in one hand and caress the head languorously. She would bathe the entire cock with milk first, honey next, cool and hot water in turns, all the while holding a golden container below my shaft with its rims touching my hot balls. The cold of the metal against my sac and the differential temperatures and feel of the liquids being applied on the taut skin of my shaft almost drove me over the edge a thousand times in those ten minutes. My hands could no more remain idle with this large 'eatable' woman doing those intimate things to my manhood. I ran my hands all over her hot silky and soft arms, shoulders and upper back as she was bent in front of me. I put some honey on her white soft arms and shoulders and bent down to lick it up with my tongue. The Honey tasted doubly sweet, mixed with her hot sweat. She decorated my hard organ with flowers and applied some perfumes, which singed the skin, and I almost yelled. I would teach her, I thought, emotions running wild in me. I pre-empted further penis worship and held her up from shoulders and looked at her eyes. Both of us were incensed with mad lust. "Your turn now, please, your majesty", She sighed and whispered. I lay her down on the platform spread eagled, those divine chubby thighs opening to reveal a well-protected womanhood with prominent pubic mound and silky hairs covering the pleasure cove. Her large milky breasts were a sight from heaven as she looked up at me from between them from her reclining position. Those yummy globes tipped with erect brown nipples. Her areola was wide and covered with goose pimples as she realized what I was going to do to her much starved pussy. As she lay there, her big thighs open, I took the flower container, spread her silky mound of her hair neatly brushing them back over the sides of her lips, and took her pussy lips between my thumb and forefinger and pried them open. MMMMM… She was creaming and her juices trickled out from within those pink juicy folds. I smeared the hot juices back on her outer lips making her moan with unbridled lust. I took a few jasmines from the bowl and stuck them neatly in her wet pussy arranging them from the prominent quivering clitoral bud all the way back to the end of her pussy and the junction of her brown and neat arsehole. I applied red vermilion and turmeric, which are the symbols of a married Hindu woman, to the middle of her pussy crease then. Well, her widowed pussy would be 'married' in a few minutes from now with my cock. " OHHH AAAAAAHHH", went the moan as my fingers danced all over those yummy looking 'yoni' lips. I applied honey with my forefinger running all over her crease, between those pussy lips, deliberately poking occasionally into the hot cavern within, eliciting more 'AHHs', 'OOHS' and spasms from her big frame as she lay there having the time of her life. I licked it up hungrily with my tongue snaking in and out of those wet lips; my cheeks nestled against the soft upper thigh muscles that felt heavenly. I ran more fingers all over and around and poking in and out of her juicy yoni, which was new shedding 'tears of joy' (salila juice from the vulva) as the drought had ended in her life. Jwala's big heavenly frame shuddered possibly at this thought and she sighed and relaxed opening her big thighs all the way splayed. I was able to see the red inner walls of her womanhood now, covered with her inner juices, her salila and I applied some sandal paste around the outside of her spread pussy making her quiver as the hardening sandal paste burns a little making the sexual excitement reach unbelievable heights. She had applied some liberally all over eight-inch long erect cock not so long ago and I was just paying her back in equal measure. Her pussy's musky odour mixed with her own juices and the sight of jasmine decorated, honey and milk bathed pussy now pushed my self control to the limit and I just gave up the effort and stood up. The real worship of a hungry 'Lingam' with a thirsty and waiting 'yoni' would now start with out any more preambles. My raging royal cock stretched to its full length was eager to oblige and I almost fell all over her soft and cosy mature body on all fours, my trunk driving my cock into her buttery confines like a battering ram. " WAHHHHHHMMMMM", cried Jwala in unbridled passion as I raised myself on my strong arms on either side of her and socked it into her, meshing pubic hair to pubic hair, our bodies jerking in unison with the mating motions. It was hot and liquid honey in her pussy that got smeared on my cock's length as it pummelled the soft squishy yoni to full depth all the way to her womb. It was so warm and cosy just being able to fuck her well-oiled accommodating pussy that I decided if there was only one cunt in the whole kingdom that needed fertilized, I would do it to 'this one' alone day in and day out. Such wild thoughts raced and flashed in my mind during our noisy and hot mating. Her yoni was melting with my strong strokes and there was soon a pool of our secretions forming just below our busy junction. I took her superb big thighs in both my hands and lifted her trunk off the floor and drove my cock in and out of her oven hot and juicy pussy so fast and furiously that only our laboured gasps and squelching sounds of a hot cock melting the wet juicy pussy that filled the worship room. I lay over her front for sometime catching breath and concentrated on her large milky tits and kissed her all over those globes, sucking and licking so vigorously that the spit smeared globes looked shining wet even in the failing light of the room. I sucked those yummy rubbery nipples so much that Jwala made strangled noises experiencing extreme gratification. Poor honey, she had been waiting for a real man to do justice to her heavenly big body for years. She had worshipped my cock properly in conventional fashion that day. I was not going to deny her anything in this mutually satisfying experience. Not the least bit, I thought, socking my pussy-hungry, adulterous royal cock again and again into the boiling hot confines of her womb and suddenly I started seeing the familiar stars even before I came and when I did come, it was with an intensity and feeling I had not felt before for a long time. I sprayed my boiling spunk, the hot jism, and my sole qualification for being in this saviour in this kingdom, deep into the waiting open mouth of her womb filling it with millions of my life cells for which she had waited, prayed and worshipped me. " Take it. ...TAKE IT ... T A K E I T!!...AHHHHH..." I screamed and she moaned in unison as we soared the heavenly height of a joint climax, even as her 'widowed' pussy walls tightened around my pulsing shaft, milking each and every drop of my precious semen, treasuring it deep in her pleasure chest of her womb. Our consummation, which had followed the teasing symbolic Lingam and Yoni worship, was thus complete. Somehow my sixth sense told me then that I had impregnated her after this tempestuous first round itself We lay there exhausted, two hot sweaty bundles of satiated bodies, lost to the world in terms of time and place awareness. The Impregnator Ch. 18 Satiated and nearly drained of all my vitality at Jwala's place, I arrived at the doorstep of the palace of King Namarda and his insatiable barren queens with the 'mystery man' story still doing rounds in my mind. I had to uncover the identity of the traitor while uncovering the goodies of the heavenly royal bodies that lay waiting for me. Some undercover operation this, I thought bemusedly as Sahana begged off duty for a couple of hours rest after the exhausting journey. But she was at my bedside in half hour, of course, resting her well-endowed ass on the cushions, all eyes and ears. Shanti too was very glad to receive me. And when she spoke, bending before me respectfully, I had a clear view of her deep V cut blouse and the delicious looking ripe breasts crested with strawberry sized erect nipples poking holes through her uniform T shirt. This revived my strained royal member quite a bit and he stretched languidly in my pants half awakened to attend duties. But that had to wait for later. The Queens Jyothi, Anu and others gave me a warm welcome in my chambers and sprinkled me with fragrant water, as is the custom to receive a much-missed lover on a heroic battle homecoming. I patted their soft posteriors and spanked their flanks playfully and gave them some welcome kisses. I whispered some secretive sweet nothings in their ears explaining what I had planned for them that night. They blushed red and punched me back playfully. They were in their own world. Sahana and me were in our own. We met King Namarda and his old Prime Minister Mosan in the assembly hall. I explained the dangers I had encountered and questioned them severely on what was happening about Sonia's murder. Mosan was very embarrassed and confessed haltingly, " Nothing much yet, I am afraid. The murderer was quite cunning and has left hardly any clue" "Nothing yet?," I acted shocked, "What are we waiting for?. All the queens to fall prey to him? He can only be as smart as we allow him to be..." There was a deathly embarrassed silence. I didn't like this one bit. What Hola and Wassana had told us was too incriminating to ignore... The evening was the annual Wrestling Night in the Kingdom, and this time in my honour, they had arranged a Female mud wrestling match exclusive to royal family. I was seated on a cushioned throne with Shanti and Sahana at my sides politely guarding me as usual. Their thighs contrasted, wheatish complexion of Shanti and shining ebony of Sahana shimmering in the falling dusk light and the two pairs of bare supple legs stood teasingly close to the armrest of my chairs, making my hands itch. The sight of the two female wrestlers who entered the arena from the dressing rooms made every eye turn and my heart did a somersault in the cavity of the chest. They were big, buxom and beautiful. But what attracted me was their quiet strength and muscle power they seemed to exude. It was very very physical and besides they were semi naked. But the clothes they wore revealed their swollen contours and fleshy frames more than it hid. Sahana whispered . "They are both my cousins" only so I could hear it. I stretched my hand out from my sitting position, mischievously over her thighs as she stood next to me and felt the hot and sweaty contours of her well formed thigh muscles ripple in reflex. " What's their names?" I asked. "The fair and tall one is Padma and the darker one is Smitha... They are national champion and runners -up between them." The answer came surprisingly from Shanti from the other side of my throne as she stared straight ahead pretending not to have seen my handiwork on her colleague's bare thighs. "Oh I see" I said teasingly, " Wonder why Namarda did not select them instead of you two for me." "Their bad luck," Sahana snickered as she answered even as my hand quietly crept up the trunk of her smooth black thighs, feeling the hot yielding skin on its way up to her hidden and covered womanhood. My other hand could not ignore poor Shanti's alabaster white smooth expanse of thighs alone and I felt my way up the soft contours to the obvious target. "And our good luck" Shanti whispered back chokingly and shuffled her legs as I felt her up for first time after a long break since my return from home. The fight started in right earnest and the women literally tore at each other falling with thuds all over the wet mud in the arena, screaming, pulling each other by hair and exchanging lusty body blows. Their skirts were all over the place, the wet mud stuck to their loin clothes highlighting the crannies and swell of pubic mounds. Padma tore Smitha's blouse in fury exposing the dark humongous spheres that shook with agitation and her nipples, I saw, excited from all those actions now looked like ripe black grapes. All these amorous sights certainly did not have a salutary effect on my cock and the royal ruler now grew to its full 9-inch length under my silk loincloth. I shifted uncomfortably as I alternately bent once toward Sahana feeling up her front soaked loin clothes and puffed up pussylips, the next time to the other side to do the same service to Shanti's healthy wet 'yoni', which was shedding tears of joy all over my eager fingers. The action was fast and fierce on the arenas as the women barely clothed now and fully mud covered fell upon each other with flourish. Off the stage, here my raging cock bobbed up and down between my thighs as my sexed up bodyguards watched it hungrily, occasionally wetting their lips and moaning softly as I fingered both their pussies shamelessly with a thumb and forefinger holding the doors of the pussy apart and the middle finger sinking in and out the lubricated tight cunny almost knuckle deep. The fingers were soon soaked with their sweet discharges. Sahana and Shanti came gruntingly all over my hands shamelessly without a care, as we were a little bit away from other royal family members in the Stand. My royal silken dress sleeves were wet with their sweet cum and the aroma of the juices was intoxicating. Padma pinned for a 1-2-3 count on Smitha at the same time and won as all of us, Shanti, Sahana and me climaxed together soaking the throne fabric and carpet below with our combined juices. I had barely time to get cleaned up somewhat and get ready for Prize distribution. I felt weak kneed as I walked up to the sultry big beauties to present two trophies and flowers handed to me by Queen Jyothi. But the winner Padma standing tall as me and body a mass of mud covered soft contours and firm flesh looked me in the eye and said," This is not what I want. Can you give me a prize that I would cherish?" I looked at her awestruck with a familiar feeling stirring in my lecherous mind. "We two are barren women too. No one would marry female wrestlers here. Can you kindly impregnate me and make me a mother? Please try, spend tonight with my partner and me here?,We would never forget this gift throughout my life" I looked askance at King Namarda and he waved his hand saying, "The King has to accept the demand of the prize winners. Go ahead Kamasutran. No one will object." Queen Jyothi and Anu looked like they would start to say something but in a rare display of masculinity their husband King Namarda shushed them. "We will await you in our chambers after a clean bath and change of dress. You will not forget us in a hurry" promised Smitha with a husky lusty voice and passion-laden eyes. "Sahana and Shanti will show you to our quarters, of course," Padma said turning back towards us and raised her eyebrows questioningly. "Of Course, Of Course" replied Sahana in an icy cold voice, hiding little of how much she liked the assignment. Shanti averted her eyes and remained sombre as I walked back to my chambers for an intermission. There was a lull like the one before a storm. Two amorous well built female wrestlers vying for my attention and two exquisite female bodyguards watching us over. Hmmmmm, I thought smugly, the situation could very well turn out to be...explosive!! The Impregnator Ch. 19 Wrestlers get their prize from the king and Suspense mounts as Queen gets pregnant and another murder happens... I was escorted to the Annexe block where Smitha and Padma stayed by two silent and stoic looking bodyguards, Sahana and Shanti. Obviously the female wrestlers beating them to the bed did not amuse them. After all I knew I would have to make up to them for their sincere lifesaving service in abundant measures when all this was settled and finished. I sighed at this thought. I sighed again differently when I saw the decked up wrestlers Smitha and Padma in their bedchambers. They were properly dressed or rather 'undressed' for the occasion. Each of them were wearing simmering red silken shorts that hugged their trunks with creases at their crotch cutting deep into the V of their pussies and it was plain that they wisely wore nothing below them; their top shirts were sheer white transparent silk, concealed hardly anything, loosely tied into a knot at the front in the centre of the valley of their full enticing breasts, leaving their big biceps and strong shoulders bare. They were smiling and they hugged me to their bosoms tightly as Sahana and Shanti mindful of their duties stood discretely away and tried to look nonchalant. They smelled really nice, as they had applied some heady herbal perfume that is supposed to enhance the lust in men. Their legs entwined themselves against my legs like creepers on a tree trunk and even through my Silken royal robes I could feel the strong and smooth sinews of their trained legs promising me a tantalizing combination of power and amour hidden them. Their firm big rounded globes of tits squashed against my own chest and shoulders and I kissed them in succession exchanging pleasantries. They looked like preying lusty female Cheetahs in their prime. Smitha slid to her feet and rested her head against my groins and looked lovingly at a location where I was aching for a release and release she did with deft fingers and my 9-inch uncircumcised organ with blood pounding through it sprang to attention right in front of her nose. I heaved a sigh of immediate relief as my hot organ with the blood coursing through its shaft slipped into the welcome warmth and softness of Smitha's mouth below. Her tongue snaked out to swirl on the bulbous pink head as her fingers parted and pushed back the tight foreskin to below the knot, to expose more of the sensitive head. She slurped on the cone and let it go suddenly and the cock sprang out of her hot mouth into open, the sensation of her wet saliva drying in the cool evening air on the cock head made me shiver with unbearable pangs of lust like never before. I ripped away at the top knotted silken shirt of Padma by holding her at an arms' distance and out spilled forth two beautiful specimen of female mammary in perfect health. Cupping them in both palms, I pushed the twin beauts against each other and buried my head on their enveloping softness like a man famished for months on end. I literally devoured her soft yummy boobs and suckled on her rounded erect nipples making her groan "MmmmmmaHHHH"! Smitha stood up and ripped away her clothes right in front of me exposing her black granite-like hard body. She was built like a bull. Slowly both the women pushed me to the soft silken bed that was against the wall and When I asked "Smitha...What type of lovemaking..." both laughed liked tinkling of bells simultaneously and as I collapsed on the bed on my hips looking bewildered at them, Padma spoke, " Oh, King! Please treat us like women deserving love and care. Strange as it may seem to you, we have led a violent life and have been used and abused by everyone in the profession and have never enjoyed teasing and fulfilling lovemaking .We have never had a lover who has made us feel cared for or feel pleased and satisfied. We request you to tease us and make slow languid love to us... See here we have brought love potions, Feathers and silk bandanas with which we can be tied and may be teased and tickled..." Both of them were by now naked, smiling down at me, the two big amazons contrasting only in skin complexion, but both wanting love, care and teasing and at that time it is difficult not to accede to their humble request. After all, I asked myself, what is a king for if he does not look after the needs of his subjects. I spread my hands innocently, "As you please, I try to please!" Padma and Smitha settled down laughing amorously on either side of me on the satin bed and embraced me uninhibitedly, hugging me as well as one another entwining and sandwiching me in between. It was too good to be true the soft and string females growling for attention and squeezing me between them ever so sweetly that I found it hard to breathe. The only part of me not grappled by anything yet was the erect manhood standing up majestically, but not for long as a big thigh stole over my kneecaps onto my loins and captured my burning cock in the crook of her knee squeezing the shaft rhythmically by tightening and loosening the grasp alternately. I growled with rising lust. I kissed them recklessly, alternating between the two, kissing one on temples; the other on her chin, one on her with lips slurping away; the next minute whispering hot waft of air into another's ear making her moan with wanton lust. I probed one ear with my tongue making her squirm while my other hand boldly weighed the firm tit globes of her partner on the adjacent side, twirling my thumb and forefinger purposely over her hardening nipple trying to push the nub back into its bed of areola and letting it go the next moment so it sprang up with double the force... I used the feather effectively on their sensitive skin of breasts and inside of thighs and the crack between their big arse cheeks and they broke out in goose pimples and moaned in unbridled lust and excitement. "Oh King, You..." Cried Padma and climbed half over me pushing her dark partner toward my loins. She was suspended over me, a picture of glorious femininity. A lustrous pair of brown eyes, half open twitching lips and tongue sneaking out wetting them, two large boob globes sloping all the way down to the my chest hair. She moved up and down over my torso her wet juicy pussy rubbing a wet patch from my navel upwards and her hard nipples scraping like nails on my chest across my own nipples. 'Uh..OH ', It was my turn to sigh as Smitha fell on my loins and rubbed her strong muscular body with abundant curves deliciously all over my royal organ, taut balls and upper thighs raising goose pimples in me in the process. Smitha slid away to a side table and took out a glass container containing a dark liquid and brandished it me with flourish as though she was going to try it on me. Before I could ask her what it was, my mouth was fed with wet juicy folds of Padma's cunt and my mouth forgot everything about talking and paid tribute to a leaking expectant womanhood like only it has learnt to give. My fingers parted the entrance to the love cave before she could say 'open sesame' and my teeth gnawed at her wet folds catching them tenderly and pulled each one away two or here inches from their bases. The tongue reached out and struck chord with the hooded clit bud pushing it back and forth alternately. All this made my wrestling lover Padma wrestle with her own spiralling emotions and waves of passion that crashed over her. This was a fight she had come unprepared for. I was giving her sucker punches where it mattered most and she was in a frenzy as she rubbed her aching pulsing pussy all over lower face by rotating her ample behind on my chest. The rubbing of her smooth ass cheeks on my chest and her juicy pussy leaving wet trails on my face was driving me mad and I was about to throw them both down, pin them down and tear into them like a mad bull forgetting all my promises about a gentle lovemaking, when suddenly Smitha grasped my aching manhood and applied the first layer of the strange dark liquid on the shaft. Fist it felt icy cool and then it slowly started burning like a medicine on an open wound making me squirm uncomfortably. I caught Padma's pussy, as it was closest to me and in reflex action my mouth clamped down on yummy fat pussy outer labia making her scream "AHHHHH MAAAA" and try to jerk away. I hugged her around her soft fair buttocks with both arms and disallowed any such movement as two of my fingers stole inside to inspect the heat of her juicing pussy. Smitha now started applying the burning liquid all over my testicles. The sensitive skin burned but settled down after a few moments to a pleasant warm itchy sensation. I felt as if an anaesthetic effect was taking over my over eager cock that was about to spill 'its beans', abruptly stopping it mid way from doing so! I was mad fucking erect in no time and I knew that this session would last for a wonderfully long time with these buxom ladies geared up to receive all I had to give them. I wanted to fuck the duo alternately and so I asked them 'to sleep one over other one on the back', so that their pussies be arranged in a vertical line one above the other. I guess you understand what I was 'driving' at. (Pun unintentional). They eagerly arranged themselves so with Smitha at the bottom spread eagled, a spectacle of ebony splendour with her shining big juicy pussy spread for the world to see and Padma climbed right over her, and her sinews of her trained legs rippled as she laid down over her partner and her own fair skinned body shone with fine sweat and the pink glistening pussy was smiling invitingly at me. I stood erect between the their two pair legs of legs hanging over the edges of bed and stole a glance at Sahana and Shanti, my two bodyguards. I whistled when I saw that they had gotten real close and were in each other's embrace with their tongues dancing in their mouths. The fair Shanti's big jutting thigh lifted and slowly climbed up and down the strong black trunks of Sahana erotically, Sahana's dark hands had loosened Shanti's tops and were squeezing Shanti's bulging tits while Shanti's fair hands were somewhere quite deep between Sahana's privates inspecting its excitement. 'OHHH King, quickly put your royal tool in one of us NOW!' chorused Smitha and Padma below me and I aimed my pink tipped majestic ruler into my willing wrestler's cunt as her prize for the competition. I slipped into a moist buttery channel and my foreskin was pleasantly unwrapped over its edge in the process in the warm confines and I slid in and out like a well-oiled cob in her honeycomb of a pussy. I drove in and out of her dark skinned pussy salivating with desire at the other wet waiting pussy that sat on top it waiting for a similar treatment. I quickly thrust in and out of lower pussy, that of Smitha while Padma above propped above herself on her hands on the sides and looked at the erotic activity happening inches from her impatient pussy and licked her lips in anticipation. Soon enough I was out of Smitha's slippery channel in a flash and sank slowly and deliberately into Padma's tighter and hotter pussy looking into her eyes all the time observing her pleasant surprise turn into that of pure ecstasy as I drove in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Now I looked a Smitha's pussy that I had vacated moments ago and it looked distinctly unhappy and shed a tear or two from inside her vault and her walls clenched and unclenched against each other impatiently as if they couldn't wait to have me back home. The effect of herbal balm was making me drive in and out of them relentlessly and I could not feel myself coming for a long long time. Sahana and Shanti were all over each other, looking at us and getting further excited as they were now on the floor and kissing each other's nude bodies shining on the marble floor with redoubled vigour. Smitha saw that and made a snide remark that She had one the 'Best battle' by beating those two 'bitches'. Padma laughed to that and nodded in agreement. I was shocked and mortified to listen to such insults about my bodyguards and quickly thought of a proper lesson to be taught to her. The time for genteel lovemaking was over. Hard realities would stare at them now. I pulled out and made Smitha carry Padma on her back and got behind them and fucked the wet leaking pussy of Padma Only and slapped Smitha's dark buttock cheeks with both hands hard till they turned red. Yes, till black skin turned red! 'AHH UMMM ' She cried with the twin sensations of pain of slaps and the weight of carrying a heaving Padma who was getting a true Royal screwing, made even her strong thighs shiver with weakness. Slowly Smitha began liking the sound and sting and the heat the slaps generated and was getting her kicks. She pleaded me to 'stop' as I pinched her arsehole and entered it with my fat cock without a warning slipping inside the unused tight sheath all the way. I told her that 'there was no way I could stop fucking them till the effects of erection balm they had liberally applied me exhausted itself'. I alternated between Padma's asshole and Smitha's pussy and vice versa like a man possessed. The two came and came many times with loud and hearty screams but me not once. The duo bore the fucking that I gave them; soundly banging them all over the place, on the floor, on the dining table, against the walls and finally in missionary position on the cold marble floor. I lost count of the times I had entered the four holes among the duo. My royal cock was having 'a ball' truly and the tough wenches, these though two were, too exhausted when I felt the onslaught of a much restrained climax wash over me and flood the interiors of both the wrestlers. I did equal justice to them by giving equal time during ejaculation to both the pussies. They wanted my hot molten royal seed to fertilize their eggs and I did not deny them that. Finally they were so drained they could barely whisper as they lay prostrate before me, a picture of all sweat and loosened orifices, 'they had got the fucking of their lifetime and they would be more careful how they spoke regarding my two devoted female bodyguards'. Speaking Of Sahana and Shanti, they hadn't had a bad time among themselves either as they had sucked erect nipples or ate each other's pussies till they were satiated and drained themselves and were now smiling gleefully at me like two cats that had just had their milk. The next morning was a harbinger of pleasant news. Queen Anu herself ran into my chambers while I was still recovering from the hangover of my escapades with Smitha and Padma from the last night. Sahana was standing guard next to me and had to move hastily away further to allow a running Anu to me. Big, dark and uninhibited that Anu was, she rushed and fell all over me on the bed rolling me over and over crying " You Honey.... You darling... Oh My Sweet King". I was out of breath when she looked up above me, a picture of contentment and excitement vying at the same time. 'You have done it!' She announced, 'I am carrying your baby now'. I was thrilled no end too. We had had many explosive sexual extravaganzas between us , in the garden and elsewhere and we had almost consumed each other in the heat of passion. Finally the fruits of my action were there for King Namarda to see! The joyous celebration between Anu and me took passionate turns and Sahana demurely looked away as I just stopped Anu short of copulation. I told her that she was pregnant now; early stages should not be risked now, I warned making anxious faces to go with the words. Anu knew all that well and finally relented to a '69'; She gave my cock a big tweak and slurping kiss and offered her puffed up fresh pregnant pussy like an adorable gift to me before she left. "I have been leaking juice ever since I hear this news from the Royal doctor", She said huskily before her head dropped to envelope my upstanding blue-blooded cock. The '69' with Anu is always unforgettable as she comes like a mare in heat many times before I could manage one. It took all of 15 minutes of slurping and licking and playful biting on her hooded clit for her and her own teeth scraping on the sensitive underside of my shaft and rhythmic handling of my testicles before we climaxed all over each others' faces. Sahana managed to look away like a dutiful guard that she was but stomped her feet and shuffled around impatiently as the erotic 69 activity and smell of sex no doubt got to her and her own pussy must have been dying to get the same treatment too. I thought I could not imagine how combustible our own union would be if and when it happened. Soon after that the Security around Queen Anu's private chambers in the harem were fortified and Shanti was personally put in charge with many expert soldiers and marksmen located in strategic locations to prevent another tragedy like Queen Sonia's. King Namarda this time was very serous and rightly so. I checked out the security guards and told Shanti to be very careful whom she admits inside. Shanti nodded grimly. Everyone knew what one mistake could cost. Two Lives. The queen and her unborn. I knew we had the mole really stitched in this time. With this thought in mind, I went along with a junior Queen Beena who had patiently waited for her turn. Queen Beena was from Bengal and she was pretty and soft everywhere. She had medium boobs, rounded hips and baby-like velvety thighs. Her pussy was small and deep. Surprisingly she was too shy and reserved in bed and could not overcome this even when we were naked and having foreplay. She behaved as though sex was something meant for making babies and should not be enjoyed much or probably she felt guilty that it was not her husband after all that she was with. I was sufficiently attracted to her body by that time anyway and kept it quite business-like and we slept after just one bout of missionary lovemaking. Hmmmm, I thought as I slipped into an exhausted to sleep 'It takes all kinds of women to fill this world' and glanced at the sated figure of Beena next to me. Sahana had stood outside the door of our chambers this time and remained there for night watch as sleep crept over me. Queen Beena had left when I woke at eight in the morning. She had put a small garland of flowers and a heart shaped diamond studded golden necklace where she had slept. I smiled. It was this shy woman's way of saying 'Thank You'. It was then that Sahana burst open through the doors and stood before me, a picture of sorrow, her breath coming in short gasps. I jerked up and sat. " What happened, Sahana?" my voice cracked. "Someone has killed Jwala, my sister last night in her home", her voice quaked. "Jwala?", I asked bewildered. "Are you sure?" She was the goddess-like elder sister of Sahana, you would rememeber, with whom I had enjoyed a wonderful night of Lingam and Yoni Pooja worship and we had left the prisoners, Hola and Wassana in her custody. " Yes Sir. Her neighbour conveyed the news to me just now. I am sorry. I will have to leave to make funeral arrangements. You know she has no one else" I stood up tying my robe, " Of Course. We have to go now...Arrange for my chariot" Sahana wiping her tears back stood uncharacteristically undecided then. " Your Majesty, You are coming with me...for this? " She asked me incredulously. I was baffled. What did she think of me? Some kind of 'fly by night operator'? I was a King, damn it, Jwala's death had rattled me and I was remorseful too. I told Sahana as much in straight words. At last she turned to go, but looked back at me and said," My sister was pregnant too... It was you...She had sent me a message to me last week. I had not told anyone, as this pregnancy does not count in your mission as long as you are in this palace" The Impregnator Ch. 19 I sighed. "Sahana, You should understand I am a human being first, then a King and last an impregnator in that Order. Is this all you have understood about me, having served me day and night from the last six months?" "No, No", she said apologetically although relieved at my solidarity. She ran out then to arrange for the chariot. Then it struck me... So that was it. The killer connection. The killer had become frustrated last night, as he could not penetrate Queen Anu's chambers. So he had done the next vile thing he could think of. He had known Jwala was pregnant and I was responsible for it too. So he had chosen the soft target to get at me...who was he? Moreover, it still left one more question unanswered. The prisoners Hola and Wassana? What had happened to them? Had they been rescued by 'their' people or killed somewhere for having spilled the beans to me? ************************************************** The Impregnator Ch. 20 We had a tearful funeral for Jwala, the lusty mature sister of Sahana who had died by conspirators. My blood was boiling with rage; I was not going to take it lying down. Talking about what I had done so far in that direction, the words 'lying down' seemed like a crude joke in these distressing times. When we were returning to the Kingdom in our silver chariot, Sahana was visibly upset and her dark tresses were all over the silken waist coat of my chest. My hands in the meanwhile did much to console the sobbing bodyguard. Knowing Sahana as I do, the only possible way was to change her mood from one of depression to passion and excitement and my hands rose to the task. As my hands caressed her strong yet silken muscles of her shoulders occasionally sneaking past her tight warrior bodice to tease the pliant breast flesh, she would snuggle up close and her own hands held on idly to my rising stalk that tended to rip past the obstacle of my silken loincloth. My left hand snuck past the hemline of her cotton skirt that rode well over the upper thighs in her reclined position. Her thighs were cool to touch and my hands were gentle and probing not too brashly. I attempted to touch her well guarded steamy womanhood. I found the front to be wet and damp. Oh, I thought, her pussy was shedding tears too. Which was as well, I noted because her tears in her eyes would dry up soon if I kept up the stealthy sleight of hand. I slightly tilted her chin up and wiped her streaming tears and kissed the droplets away making a deliberate slurping sound even as my left forefinger dislodged the loin cloth in the warmth of her upper thighs and entered her wet steaming pussy cave. Soon all these surreptitious activities did much to alleviate her suffering and lift her moods quite a bit. Talking of 'lifting', my own hard royal stanchion was doing the very same thing. Sahana was breathing hard now swallowing her dying sobs and her hands now kneaded the length of the precummimg organ within its silken confines with growing interest. Lady luck joined hands with Cupid at the same time as our Chariot hit a hump in the road and lurched severely thus driving my probing forefinger well into the soft juicing pussy with a swoosh. "AHHH......." moaned my solid bodied bodyguard and clutched on to my rampant blood engorged shaft and squeezed in reflex. "OUCHHHHH", I echoed too and my other hand now groped inside the blouse and kneaded the ripe breast melon in rhythm, faking the accident by 50% and deliberately exaggerating the reaction to knead her hard-nippled tits hard to mutual satisfaction. 'Sly devil', Sahana whispered below her breath and moaned some more throatily I waited no more and tilted her head up toward me and kissed her half open succulent lips, my tongue dancing madly in the soft and hot enclosure of her mouth entwining with her own slithering tongue. Our senses reeled and as the chariot unfortunately could not allow any more leeway for necking than this, I pushed my two fingers in the open 'V' of her thighs and my fingers did a slow jig driving her nuts. She grunted and moaned more displaying her by-now abated sorrow and fast growing lust. Her hands now had unsheathed my passion shaft and she was drooping her head down to envelop the shaking shaft in her safe, soft and wet mouth to do a oral worship that she thought best served her Master in the given circumstances. The air in the Chariot cabin was getting hotter and humid as we engaged unabashedly in passion play, the thoughts of murders and conspiracies now relegated to the background. I was only worried the Charioteer might hear our moaning as things tended to build to a crescendo, to an explosive climax albeit individually. My hand was drenched in her come, she was flowing 'salila' juice (pussy secretions) copiously and it wetted the seat cushions below her hairy grotto. I bent my head to the junction of her dark thighs, snatching the mouth momentarily away from slurping kisses but could only see her shining pubic hairs that the juice had wetted, in between her splayed strongly muscled warrior thighs. There was something of a beautiful paradox here: The dark solid trunks of her thighs representing her strongly muscled features which was the primary qualification for being a bodyguard and thus my protector, but her now secreting wet pussy certainly represented the vulnerability and surrender to my manly ministrations and that she had surrendered and 'caved in' to me. It made me heady to think like this. My manly ego getting a pat thus, my hands now pressed her head over to my lap, her salivating juicy mouth back onto my hot waiting organ and she devoured me with unbridled enthusiasm. She deep-throated me beautifully with the skills only the KamaSutra had described possible. I sighed and threw my head back to rest on the shaking headrest as the chariot moved on inexorably toward the capital. We had enjoyed two electric climaxes before we reached the Capital, and I noticed her satisfied twinkling eyes as she lifted her head from my lap, the corners of her mouth splattered with my royal seed which needed no word to describe, as did the cum-drenched seat upholstery where she had leaked her passion out profusely. I hoped someone will not seriously mind changing the upholstery later. So what if they did too, I thought nonchalantly as we made ourselves presentable before departing from the coach. I was after all, the KING...I was only doing what I had come here to do... With a smile on my face, but heart still heavy with all this death and conspiracy happening around, I made my way back to the Queens and comfort where my mission still lay. 'Lay', there I go again; I smiled wryly about the double-entendre, while Sahana smoothened her skirt and escorted me in. From the corner of my eyes I saw the small heap of the loincloth that Sahana had by now discarded, lying at the side of Chariot as a mute testimony to the rollicking journey we had had. The Impregnator Ch. 21 The finale is round the corner and the King is pleased with his bodyguard's plans After return to Palace I entertained my tired body with Queen Jyothi Once again. This Time she looked at me seductively and whispered, "Can we do it in Garden among Birds and bees? Anu was telling me..." she said and licked her lips with a mischievous tongue. My rampant cock did a somersault in my loin clothes and my heart beat wildly at the thought of disrobing this big structured lady in broad sunlight on the Royal lawns. My hands would not remain idle that morning as we walked to the garden in expectant and aroused state. My hands naughtily rubbed her swaying big buttocks robed in red Silken saris. I could not any loin clothes below the thin silk as Jyothi never wore any.. I stopped her midway and hugged her amorously and kissed her lips lustily with a plop sound right in front of her wedding painting with King Namarda. 'Will there be anyone luckier than me, I thought, 'husband giving away all His queens for me to explore and exploit them'? My chest pressed her against soft cushion-y tits and her nipples were hard as bullets burning through our clothes. This only added fuel to my loin fires and I literally dragged the First Queen to the bright sunlit gardens. There were obviously no one there as she had arranged it to be so. I kissed her all over her soft cashewnut colored skin of her face and met her wet lips with mine and and explored the soft confines of her mouth playing out a tantalizing fight with the slithering tongues. She was gasping and kissed me wildly and tore my silken shirt way and My loin clothes came off as she removed it single handedly with a flourish and her own clothes were falling away like autumn leaves to join the heap at our feet, She was fair and even pink and was built solidly as I have described earlier. She was caressing my cock ardently pumping hot blood thigh my arteries and m seed was boilng as I buried my head in the soft valley of her big boobs licking all around the big areola and making goose bumps appear. The birds were chirping, butterflies aflutter and our bodies bathed in bright sunlight anxious to mate wildly. It was then at this precise moment that I saw it at the corner of my eyes. I was not intending to, You see, busy as I were with amorous fondling of Jyothi's huge tit balls, but I did. The Royal Palace was in the back ground and so were Queen's separate quarters,The Harem, separate palaces by themselves with silk curtained windows. I saw the movement of a man near the third window through the crook of Jyothi's armpits. It was Queen Anu's Quarters. I don't why I worried but suddenly I felt distracted and anxious as Queen was pregnant and I suspected she would be on the hit list of the mysterious killer. I pushed Queen Jyothi away and rushed to wear my clothes. She stood beautifully naked her butter white skin shining with perspiration, a goddess with bewildered eyes. "Wha..what...?" she fumbled but I turned away. "Please wear your clothes, Jyothi,,We'll do it later.I have to go", I said sweating and gasping as I dressed myself hastily I ran up to the Harem. I ran past bewildered guards and security men straight into Queen Anu's chambers. I burst into the room and there she was..She was talking to the Home Minister Raman who had come on a casual visit to check on her welfare. They looked at me surprised. Queen Anu stood up, her dark complexioned buxom figure more accentuated with the oncoming pregnancy. "Why, My darling...", she said softly and rushed to me. I hugged her briefly. I nodded to Home Minister and apologized for the sudden entry,saying 'something was on my mind. I made polite apologies and departed, but somehow I was not fully relieved. I was soon accompanied by sahana and she was telling me that Shanti was ill today and that she ( sahana) herself would look after me round the clock. We were in my room and I was on the settee and Sahana was sitting on the floor at My feet. 'With my feet ' I should say as he had my feet up on her soft silky but strong folded thighs as she sat cross legged and slowly massaged them up and down from ankles to knees and back again. It was very comforting and warm and naturally my cock which had retreated to its shell after the disastrous half mating with Jyothi awhile ago was getting rejuvenating with all these caresses. Sahana looked at me and asked, "What's up, My Lord?, You are not your usual self today" "Yes , sahana, It bothers me still...." I said looking down through her low neck blouse where she had girded up her considerable breasts with the security uniform. I was at a vantage position , you see she sitting down at my feet. The breasts swayed and shook lasciviously in the close confines of her dress. "What does, My Lord,?" she said, her hands stole up over my thighs suddenly,dangerously close to my burgeoning straining manhood. I bent my knees so that my right kneecap now pressed against her tempting tits , I rubbed my knee caps even I sat in the same position all over and I could soon feel her big hard nipples against my probing naughty knee cap. " What the prisoners , Hola and Wassana said about the mole and killer in our palace.." I lingered. Her hands suddenly stopped. Her eyes were clouding too with a serious look, " You Know, My Lord, I have been thinking too..." "About when you will get your chance to become pregnant and take maternity leave?" I humored , to which she smiled but she was not amused. "We can set up a trap, you know..." she said pushing her soft cushions of her tits up tight against my right kneecap as if to drive home her point. Her 'points'of course were burning through my silk robes warming me up all the way to my already fired-up loins. "Like what?", I asked and bent my waist forward so my hand could fondle the soft tit flesh of hers which was bunched up snugly about my kneecap.. My hands went through and she gasped huskily and did not stop me as I palmed her heated soft breast globes kneading them. She mumbled "mmmmm..uahh" Or something to the effect and I could see her eyes were lusty mad too. I knew if I did not stop, she would certainly go all the way. Throwing caution to the winds about her propriety as she was my servant and I her master. Mind you, these were not my orders, but her own self ingrained set of service rules. I was of course, all for female liberation. Talking about liberation, it was I who now 'liberated' those tightly restricted tits from her tops and the poor dears sprang free, her nipples hard and aroused and perked up and seemed to thank me for the good deed. I threw both caution and her blouse to the winds , so to say and she was deliciously topless now. Her blouse lay six feet away where I had tossed it. "But you see, My Lord," she said oblivious of her state of dressing . "We can go as camouflaged security men and hide somewhere and wait for the killer to appear.. That way..." I was interested in only one way and that was to savor her juicy looking jugs . I hauled her up both hands, she was a big heavy woman, mind you but lust is a great energizer and she was over me in seconds. I made her straddle me, now her soft vee between her ass and pussy against my rigid cock pinning it below .I gasped sorrily at the inconvenience of having my cock resting at her portals but layers of our dresses refusing entry to it. I hugged her big smooth bare black skinned back and buried my hands in the sweet perspiring female aroma of her boobs. "Ahhh" She said as if she yawning but she was aroused. We had done this so many times now, I mean these necking sessions but not going all the way, saving it up to the end and I was not about to break it now and spoil it for us. But some fun and games were surely required to relieve my tensions and she played along, the lusty wench that she was. I kissed her yielding tit-flesh and licked around her engorged brown nipples, sucking them alternately , deeply into the cavity of my mouth and letting them pop out into the cool air of the room outside making her clutch me tightly about my shoulders and thrust her chest more insistently to my hungry mouth. I fed on her black soft breast flesh and my saliva was all over them making them shine in the sunlight. "But sir..." She managed to get a word in "you have to listen to me..." I said "sure... sure".... but I am not too sure how it sounded to her as my mouth was filled with her right breast and I was talking without giving it up! "Let's do it tonight", she announced brightly. I reluctantly released her soft boob from my mouth and stared at her slightly perspiring face and aroused eyes that meant something else. Before I could say anything she clarified, " Yes..I mean the camouflage and waiting for the killer part...Not what we are doing..." I knew that she knew that I was worried. My hands rode up her thighs all the way to her wet mons below the silky loin clothes and probed the wet frontage with my forefinger and I could feel she was clearly excited. "..How sad ,,I thought you meant us finishing what we have been attempting for a long time now" I said innocently as if I was unaware of her meaning. I was bluffing and she knew it. She put her hands around me in a most unprofessional way for a bodyguard, almost like a lover now and looked deep into my eyes and whispered. "That will be be there at the end..and I will never my give up my chance to mate with you and beget your child...Have I not earned the right now?" Again before I could say anything she went on, " Tonight let us dress up like security men and stalk the quarters of Queen Anu and wait for him" I said, "Yes but I have a better plan for doing this..We will dress up as Security men but we will stay out of sight of even the regular security men and will make our appearance only if we see something suspicious that is beyond their control" "Yes, I will guard your back , of course" she nodded to herself and now stood up reluctantly knowing that this hot session was thus aborted. She went over to pick up her blouse on the floor. I went behind her and patted her considerably big derriere and said " No, I will guard your 'back'. When she turned to me surprised I drove my point home saying, "I prefer the 'background', you see, when such a brave soldier like you are taking charge of this operation", I said fondling her rounded back once more. The pun was not lost on her and knowing me she was not going to 'back out' of this proposal either! ************** Next: The Sting operation in the Night!! and will the killer make his attempt now? Wait and watch!! I won't be gone too long now. The Impregnator Ch. 22 The next day Shanthi came huffing and puffing to my chambers and stood with excitement writ all over her face. Her heaving tits only worked as value addition to the probable exciting news she bore. "Sir... Your Majesty, I have found a place!" She stopped to catch her breath. "Right in front of Queen Anu's palace door.... No one can notice if you hid in the Horse!" She finished and smiled intelligently, confident that her words could not be refuted. I recalled that Sahana and I had talked about ambushing the killer who we felt certain that he/she would certain would strike at pregnant Anu sooner than later. Obviously Shanthi had heard about our plans and had done some look-around herself and was now telling me that we could hide INSIDE a horse! "Horse shit, Shanthi...What do you mean? Have you drunk some liquor in the morning itself?" I chided her in disbelief and got up to go over to her. She shook her head violently, as if half expecting such a reply and went on gesticulating with her hands and blurted out that it was a wooden horse. A kind of Trojan horse!? I wondered. Shanthi went on, "Yes My Lord, it is a big wooden horse, hollow inside and stands in a dark corner. I have in fact gone there and made three peep holes in its body, big enough for whoever hides there to see what is happening outside clearly and even while I did all this no one spotted me in spite of being day time... I mean it is so secluded..." "It is true, My Lord" said a familiar voice from the doorway. It was Sahana. She was looking pretty excited too. "No one can see us .We three can hide there with our weapons, in fact" She said seriously. I said mischievously," You bet my weapon will be there ready to use and you sure bring your own stuff too! If no one can see what goes on then we must surely remain silent at all costs". Sahana nodded with a twinkle in the eyes. "Of Course our work must go on, whatever happens inside", she whispered conspiratorially. "You are right, of course and we work hard!" Shanthi echoed looking at my 'hardness' already poking its eager head from within the loin clothes due to all this provocative talk and so both of them broke into a catty laughter. Then they stood on my sides very close and looked at me for my approval of this wicked scheme. I gave my consent by smacking their big fleshy asses soundly for coming up with this ingenious and naughty exercise and nodded my head. I gave one firm squeeze of both their buttocks with my hands and they growled in unison. Already sexual tension and expectations were palpable between us. Who was I to say 'No' to this scheme? I am a very democratic minded King, you see. My people's wish is my command! I slowly caressed their ass cheeks simultaneously as we stood silently looking at each other, each hand slipping below their uniform skirts and finding both their big buttock globes bare to touch. My cock gave a big jump inside my loin gird demanding release from within. So they were already dressing for the occasion. Sahana remained at her post near the doorway with a quirky smile playing on her lips and Shanthi ran out to do other chores. My cock did a double jig at the thought of being cooped up inside the close confines of a wooden Horse with my two sexy and willing bodyguards. What all I could do...... the very thought made my heart hammer in anticipation. My mind worked on the various erotic possibilities of spending time 'usefully' inside the wooden horse with my divas and I half wished the killer, whoever he/she was turned up very, very late indeed, if ever! I could hardly wait for the sun to set that night. It is another matter that I had to 'quick fix' Junior Queen Lakshmi in the Royal Kitchen at noon itself. Lakshmi was a newly wedded wife of Namarda and I met her doing an inspection of the Kitchen and she latched on to me and kissed me amorously, thrusting her thighs to my rising cock and her soft tits rubbed my chest hotly. I took her right there on the Kitchen table lifting her silk gown to the heavens and shoved my brown lusty cock into her wet pussy shoving mercilessly till she screamed in ecstasy. I ripped her clothes away and her twin assets of half moon tits came out looking ripe as sweet melons tipped with aroused nipples and I fucked her mercilessly in the sunlit kitchen, most of the time thinking about Sahana, Shanthi and me in a probable orgy later that night. The thought aroused an immediate heightening of lust in my loins and I plowed her young waiting pussy with all the vigor I could muster. Sweat poured off my back and all the vessels and cutlery kept on the table clattered to the floor with the force of my lovemaking; it made sweet music to my ears as my libido climbed to new heights. Queen Lakshmi enjoyed every bit of violent thrusts my royal stanchion gave her. She was young, thirsty and loved such aggressiveness in coupling. "My King, My ruler..." she whimpered and came for the third time to my bursting first, clutching my 'ruler' deep within her love tunnel milking me dry. She was so enthusiastic, like she wanted the baby with that one single mating. Whew! We dressed quickly as the Chief Cook was heard coming over and we nearly got caught but not quite. I left, walking with trembling weakened legs and Queen left with a satiated look that only a well fucked woman can sport, back to our private quarters. Sun set and we met dressed suitably in my chambers. In fact we were 'dressed to kill' as the phrase goes. Telling each other not to break the code of silence, we proceeded to Queen Anu's Palace. "Whatever happens, we should not open our mouths", Sahana put it straight across on the way. "I won't", I said reassuringly. "My lips will be sealed" and gave a double smack on their well fed bottoms to drive home the point. I knew what my mouth would be doing! No one noticed us as we went over to Queen Anus's palace... The Horse was a big wooden specimen the kind of artifacts Kings those days were likely to possess. It was at a very strategic and vantage location for our purpose. It overlooked the only door to Anu's harem but was not quite in the open. It was tucked away in small cul-de-sac passage opposite. We slipped in near the Horse statue quiet as a mouse from behind and away from prying eyes of security guards. It is not that we would have been stopped as I had a free run of the whole harem on King's own orders. They would have saluted me and allowed me in but I wanted to surprise the marauding killer. Sahana opened the side door and slipped into the dark insides of Horse stomach chamber first and gestured us in. She was wearing completely different attire today. It was a brown gown without opening from top to bottom. I was quite sure by the way her big tit melons swayed under her clothes that she could not be possibly anything but naked beneath. Shanthi was wearing a loose fitting skirt and a blouse that hid little but displayed her considerable boob charms more provocatively. I was salivating at the very sight that was on show. I was myself wearing silken shorts and was bare-chested. It was a cool wintry night and as I slipped in Shanthi followed me and backed up against me. I was now resting on the wooden floor of the horse stomach with Sahana facing me. Sahana lit a small candle in her corner. "I think you should take off the dress lest your dress catch fire", I said. "Yes of course" she smiled her teeth shining in Candlelight and slipped the robe up above her arms. Before I could feast my eyes on the sumptuous body of hers, a couple of soft pillow like objects pressed against my back and two cool fair arms hugged me more forcefully crushing back into them. Shanthi was aching for action. She had not sampled my affections even to the extent Sahana had and she was not going to waste any more time. She somehow managed to sneak to front and laid her pretty head on my lap facing my hard piston of a cock. I was steaming and looking at the well chiseled and smooth dark body of Sahana spread before me ignited my passion even more. My hands latched on to the swaying and tantalizing boob balls of dear Sahana and my hands felt they could not have enough of the soft yielding flesh crested by peaking hard nipples of hers. My hands slowly caressed her waist teasing the dark soft skin with my raking fingernails and she gasped. I shushed her, reminding her of our clandestine condition. I slowly caught hold of her soft ass cheeks and dragged her bodily toward my face cradling her delectable hips in my hands so I could smell and taste the lubricated big fleshy cunt of hers which was flowering in its glory before my very eyes. I could see her wet pink innards resembling strawberry and cream as Sahana opened her voluptuous thighs wide and far as the horse statue would allow... I could smell her musky excited female pussy odor and it fired up my nostrils and senses. I heard rustle of clothes from behind me and I knew Shanthi too was in her birthday suit now. Shanthi slowly had removed my turgid hot cock from its silken confines and licked my cock head slowly around the eye of my cock making me gasp with pleasure. It was her turn to remind me by giving a fresh squeeze to my royal family jewels that 'I should not open my mouth'. But that did not stop her from opening her own mouth and she opened it wide and slowly swallowed my throbbing prick into the live wet hot confines of her sweet mouth. She rested her head fully on my thigh now and grasped cock within her mouth sideways making slow sideways motion making my shining wet cock slip in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm. I knew her pussy must be salivating and I sneaked a hand behind my waist to find her soft fair body fitting me closely. I found her soft plateau of stomach first further down to her deep-set navel and finally my fingers felt her wet mop of pubic hair that had guarded her womanhood from unauthorized invasion so far. She was still a virgin, you see. My hands were surely not unwelcome and I found no resistance but in fact immediate permission to enter and explore its wet and waiting tunnel that nestled there, as she spread her big thighs apart behind me to the maximum, allowing full leverage to my hand. My fingers were literally soaked in the wet lubricated pussy cave of this wonderful fair Amazon of woman, Shanthi whose cunt seemed never endingly deep and yielding... My face wasted no time either in sampling Sahana's big wet dark pussy spread in front of it and I licked the outer fleshy labia and wet my tongue and throat with her pussy nectar that was by now flowing copiously down to her formidable ass-cheeks. I licked her juice off her cool butt cheeks and inserted my naughty tongue into the wet and inviting portals. "Ah ha...!" she groaned uncontrollably in spite of the warnings to the contrary and clamped her feet on either side of my head clamping my face in the soft flesh. . "Shaddup" I whispered into her pussy fluttering her wet labia with my words, "Look out for suspicious movements through the peep hole" I ordered with my face still buried in her wet mass of pussy. I was literally talking into her pussy! But the signal miraculously carried to her brains and she opened the peephole a wee bit and looked outside gasping all the while with uncontrollable lust. Meanwhile I opened her 'peephole', so to say, prying the passage open with my fingers and made merry with the juicy goodies inside. "There is nothing moving outside" she stifled a groan and whispered back, holding my head with both hands and thrusting her waist strongly to mash my face with her pubic mound, that was like a mass of jelly and juice now . Well, certainly some things were moving inside here, I thought, with all this thrusting, licking and slurping and gasping going on. There was enough candlelight to see and feel our way through but just. It was sufficient for our frenzied lust-maddened bodies to adjust and work within the confines of that wooden horse. Sometimes an odd elbow or foot would strike the wooden wall and we would remain still, mouths and pussies and cock wherever they were, till we felt no one had noticed. It was all so secretive and naughty. Shanthi occasionally bit on my rampant stalk and her spit soaked my pubic bush. I wasn't to gasp aloud and that made it all the more thrilling. I got back with my fingernails tickling the sensitive sole of a Sahana foot and she wasn't allowed to gasp either. My probing fingers inside Shanthi's soaked cunt stirred up more emotions in her big frame and it trembled ever so lovingly around me, with the storm and tempest of passion seething in her. My fingers grasped Shanthi's prominent cunt digit of a clitoris and pressed it back playfully into her soft pussy mass, making her almost bite on my erect cock in her mouth in reflex. It would then be my turn to experience the thrill but stifle the groan. It was so exhilarating to play with the bodies of these two big women so wantonly: one a big fair woman who was entertaining my hot cock to its satiation in her mouth while the other a dark Amazon of woman of considerable proportions, both lying so helplessly at my disposal. The two of them, mind you, on a normal day could have smothered and overpowered a couple of strong men in minutes by their sheer physical power but they were like 'butter before fire' in my case as I was their Master and I could play with their intimate parts at my will and they could not even protest! I was gloating over this fact and made full use of my eyes, tongue and hands to exploit Sahana and Shanthis's nude bodies to the fullest, away from the world's eyes, yet so near to the security guards outside. Such was the new high I reached as I fingered Shanthi's fair and pink pussy with one hand while I continued to eat the Sahana's dark and fleshy, sweet and juicing pussy. The comparison of the female booty at my disposal would make any hot blooded man die with envy as well. The white woman's pussy was covered with a silken bush which was now soaking wet and the dark woman's own shaved smooth cunt was secreting like an orange being sucked up by my energetic mouth. While both pussies were equally big and wet, Shanthi's was deeper but Sahana's wider. I took my wet lubricated fingers from Shanthi's pussy and fingered Sahana's with them and so after I had thus mixed up their pussy juices, I lapped away merrily at the sweet 'cocktail'. Talking of cocks, mine had reached its all time high record in retention without ejaculation and I was squirming madly with the hot ministrations that I received from Shanthi's wet mouth and naughty tongue, pushing me close to the edge of my restraint... I could tell by the tastes that Sahana's 'salila' (Pussy-juice in Indian language) was thick and sour like fresh lemon while fair Shanthi's secretions were thinner and sweeter. The mixed aromas of twin wet and secreting cunts in the closed confines made for a heady concoction for sexual bliss. "Look from this side now" I told Sahana pointing to the opposite peep hole so she had to reverse her sides and turn back towards me. She rested hot sweaty back against the matted hair of my chest and moaned as my hands now cupped her soft yielding tits. Shanthi, on my lap, was at the moment peaking and quaking with small climaxes occurring deep in her pussy moaned reluctantly like "Ahhhhhhhhhhh Woo!" and got up to adjust to our altered position. I laid my back against her front and this we sat cupped against each other front to back. As my cock was now wedged between Sahana's big ass globes probing the crack sweetly, she squirmed and made a growling noise in her throat. My back was being massaged by Shanthi's soft tit cushions my condition was enviably comfortable. "Now you look through the peep hole", I cupped my hands over Sahana's breasts and my forefinger and thumb twirled her erect nipple causing her much anguish to mutter something that resembled 'fuck fuck fuck'... "This One?" she asked indicating the one near to her right. "Right there", I agreed and my finger entered her super lubricated nether hole making her suck her breath, puffing her chest up causing her breasts to swell out over my grasp of my other hand. My other hand stole behind me where Shanthi lay gasping recovering from continuous exertions of cock sucking. And you look behind your head and watch out, I said. Now Shanthi's hard nipples scraped across my back hard as nails as she turned to obey me. "It is so difficult to turn back wards in this place", she complained softly. "Not for me, it isn't", I replied even as my hand easily located her pussy door at my back. "See... it is that easy", I continued as two of my fingers got wedged inside her and thumb pressed her erect clit bud as if it were a doorbell. "You sure know your way around" she giggled and started making small moans near my ears now egging me on. I stifled a groan as Sahana's hand stole over from my front to my rampant cock that was probing her insistently between her ass cheeks and she clutched it with all the authority, which she now thought possessed. My hand now sweetly tortured her erect nipples by pulling them all the way out of her fleshy orbs making her almost get up inside the closed space. I do not know how it would have ended but for Shanthi who suddenly whispered with urgency, "Someone is coming now!" I probed her pussy deeply with a forefinger and whispered back, " You sure it is not one of us?" "Yes I can hear the footfalls too" said Sahana in front of me stiffening suddenly and the fingers of my hand in her pussy got sweetly squeezed between her tightening cunt walls in the bargain. I reluctantly withdrew my hands from those pulsing and soaking hot pussies and asked them to watch closely now. The game was probably over for now, I was thinking as I licked my fingers off the duo's juices just as Shanthi announced, " It is someone the guards know very well and they are saluting him" Sahana now blew out the candle and took her crumpled gown back over her torso and started redressing. It took me a while before I could tuck my disappointed cock back into my underwear. Sahana slipped out first as Shanthi rasped with some urgency," "He is entering inside. I cannot see him He is wearing a cloak on his back and it is dark!" Sahana for the first time showed her Long Knife that she had very cleverly hidden inside the horse in a corner. We were out of the horse now and the cool breeze felt welcome on our perspiring bodies. Shanthi quickly slipped out from behind us to the left extreme where the bay windows of Queen Anu's bedroom stood. Sahana went forward, sly as a cheetah with alacrity and alertness that had made her stand out among her breed. I saw 'it' too now. The figure was accepting the guards' salutes and moving into Anu's chambers. It was hard to tell whether it was a 'he' or a 'she'. All I was sure was that salute or no salute, no one barring me in the palace had anything to do with Anu especially in her bedroom at nights. We almost sprinted forward and the security guards saw us for the first time now, alarmed at our appearance but stood by watching with the same typical salutes greeting us too. But we were more interested in who went in and what was going to happen inside... ******************* Just 2 more chapters to go before the curtains!! The Impregnator Ch. 23 We rushed into the Chambers of Anu where the Queen would be ostensibly sleeping. The bewildered Guards saluted us as we saw the cloaked figure cautiously approach the curtained bed. I could see the window opposite her bed on the other side open a wee bit. It would be Shanti on guard of course. As the cloaked figure raised some weapon, shining in the moonlight trickling into the room I realized it would be a sword or a knife for sure. Before I could take action Sahana jumped forward and attacked the assassin from behind, her strong knee driving into the small of the back. The figure turned, the mask covering his face. I rushed forward caught him toppling. But the assassin was faster and he thrust his hand holding the gleaming Knife forward swearing loudly behind his mask. Sahana went toppling and sprawled on the floor with momentum of her jump. The Knife was only inches from my lower tummy, aimed at my most important asset but suddenly in a split second the figure sighed a big O and his eyes turned upwards as he fell. It was all I could do to quickly step away from the dangerously close blade of the knife. The assassin fell forward and I saw a Hunters' Knife half buried in the center of his shoulder blades and blood squiring from the wound. I also saw in they split second the opposite window fully open and Shanti looking concerned, her hands still raised forward in the follow through of her successful knife throw. So it was her who had saved my life .as Sahana recovered from the fall and we two rushed to the fallen assassin, he turned and sat up miraculously making another attempt at me, his weak hands swinging the knife in an arc about my legs from his sitting position. But Sahana was quicker this time and took the knife on her right forearm wincing and kicked the Knife sticking out of his back further in and that seemed to stop the assassin dead in his tracks. Quite literally. Sahana and I were curious to see the face of the assassin whom had cost us couple of Royal Lives and had almost succeeded in finishing off his third victim. Queen Anu had gotten up by now, a mess of her royal robes and bedclothes. She was goggle eyed and before she could get up and come near , Shanti had slipped in through the window, Her mini skirt revealing her naked fleshy thighs in a flourish in the moonlit bedchambers and she contained Anu and held her back in the bed. We turned over the body of the fallen assassin. His mask had slipped away. Prime Minister Mosan's dead face showed more surprise on his face than ours probably did at this moment of revelation. Yes, we realized with sweat trickling all over our bodies with the exertion, that it was exactly as the poor Wassana and Hola had tipped us of about. They had sworn the PM was himself the traitor turned killer of the queens. I called in the guards and the room became a beehive of activities with the actions of carrying away of body and cleaning up that followed. King Namarda was one of the first to arrive, his face distraught with the finale, his trusted lieutenant the PM Mosan's ultimate treachery now revealed. Queen Anu was sobbing with the shock of it all now hitting her and Shanti hugged her to her formidable chest and uttered some consolatory words, patting the Queen on her back. Sahana reveled the victorious moments, bravely holding up, her bleeding forearm now bandaged with a convenient portion of curtains now tied around. Blood oozed from beneath the cloth, staining her dark skin. I hugged her warmly, this time with gratitude and relief and not with lust as usual. That would come later. We all went back to our bedchambers after the King Namarda announced that there would be a meeting in the morning to discuss this issue threadbare. Shanti obviously remained with Queen Anu who was still in a shock for the remainder of the night. Sahana and I dragged our exhausted feet back to my chambers. Sahana obviously needed more medical attention for her wound and went over to the Royal Clinic to see what she could find. I do not recall how or when I slept but eventually I did and when I woke up, the incidents and shock came numbingly back to me flooding with memories and galvanizing me to go over to see how the situation had changed overnight. As I was preparing to leave my Chambers to go to the Royal hall, Sahana entered the Room. She immediately bowed to me in her formal fashion. She had changed and there was none of the pain that she had suffered last night visible on her face. She even said politely, " Your Majesty, I am sorry I had to leave you unguarded last night because I had to attend to this nasty wound. You see..." Her dress was a deep V Neck and it offered a view of the corseted twin boob melons. She looked good enough to eat. I cut her short and laid a placatory arm on her shoulder and looked her in the eyes. "Sahana, You darling, how are you feeling now? You are not just a servant to me, You saved my life again last night. I should thank you for it." I winked and patted her lightly, "I am sure we can now have time for a detailed thanksgiving session" The implication was not lost on the sharp Sahana and she seemed enlivened at the thought of getting back with me too. In style. She offered, " Yes, after all this, you will still keep your word, isn't It, Your Majesty? I mean about my turn." Strangely she felt a loss for words. "To get pregnant?... Hmmmm" I looked like I was thinking. She was in anguish for a few moments. I put my hands on those tempting melons on her chest and closed my palms around the yielding flesh at the same time. "May be tonight... I can only try three times a night. If you still agree..." I smiled crookedly and looked at her amusedly... She mewled "MMMM" lustily and fell into my embrace. We were maybe lost for a couple of moments when there was a gruff: "Ahemmm" " Looks like a secret meeting is on, can I come in?" It was Shanti of course. She looked bright in a Red and Blue soldier Shorts and shirts. The dress made sure her white buttery thighs were revealed all the way up and her delectable ripe tits burst forth through the shirt cleavage. I left Sahana and hugged the familiar welcome form of Shanti "Shanti dear...I must thank you for killing Mosan at the nick of the time. Otherwise.." She cut me short this time, " Just thanks in words, My Dear Sir...or in action as they say, action speaks louder than words?" she asked coquettishly and a naughty tongue snaked into my ear as if to drive home the point. I gasped and my royal truncheon raised its head below getting clear signals of some action forthcoming concerning it...I ground my raising cock to the soft underbelly of a willing Shanti who snuggled up more closely and groaned softly in approval of my weapon probing her waiting portals. Sahana broke us up, the spoilsport with a mischievous look and said, " All that we can save for later... I can for both of us..."She said this looking at Shanti with a wink, trying to play fair. Who was I to complain if these gorgeous big amazons wanted to double-team me that night? I fondled their big bulging ass-cheeks through their uniform shorts as they stood next to me. I closed the door and we left to he meeting hall, Shanti Told me on the way that Anu had slept fitfully and so had she too." Well we may not get much sleep tonight either" Sahana poked an arm to my ribs. "If the king keeps us up his words and his reputation ...that is..." I wanted a quick retort but we had reached the hall and my bodyguards Sahana and Shanti moved discreetly away. All the Royal members of the family were there, seated on the silken seats of the well-furnished Royal meeting hall. I was seated next to a weepy Looking First queen Jyothi. PM Mosan was her father. It was a double shock for her. To have had a father like that and lost him now too. At the meeting a somber King Namarda revealed that PM was Mosan being Jyothi's father had learnt through an astrologer who he believed in that his daughter could not conceive children and as a barren woman. He was shattered but had remained quiet. The enemy King Dustan's actions of witchcraft and voodoo which had rendered the entire male populace into impotency had acted like a boon to him as he was now sure the failings of His Daughter who was the First queen of the Kingdom in bearing children would never be questioned again. All that held out till I had showed up. I was now an Impregnator and what's more in a reasonable time I had succeeded in impregnating the queens and the Kingdom had the hopes of carry ing on the progeny and generation forwards. The PM Mosan had turned green with envy that OTHER queens would be now able to bear Children and their children could even take the crown after the King Namarda. This envy and jealousy had turned into hate and had caused him to seek out the Enemy King 's hands and had played the evil game of eliminating the pregnant Queens as a vendetta to keep Jyothi's alleged barrenness a secret forever. As he was the PM himself in charge of the security of the palace itself, no on had suspected him till Wassana and Hola hired by Enemy King had tipped us off. We all remained silent as the King finished his explanation. Jyothi was weeping and she looked desperate for someone to console her.Anu looked stupefied and relieved to have escaped certain death. I was sitting next to Jyothi. I leaned over and whispered to her ears, my hand laying on top of her silken sari slowly kneading her fleshy thighs softly , " No... He was wrong. You are not barren. You will conceive, I will make sure you do.." I said confidently. She looked cat me. Even is such distress She knew you what it meant to be involved in a coupling with me and her eyes lit up like a woman, a mature grown woman who knows her sex and revels in the pleasure it gives. "You will?" She whispered back. "I could not sleep last night. Maybe tonight we could..." she left the rest unsaid. I could complete it for her in my mind. I looked at her big eager form and my loins tightened at the thought of bedding this rounded and well-fed queen once again. I looked at the waiting forms of sahana and Shanti who wanted the night out with me too. It was their First big time out... A long awaited one. I could not deny them that, especially after the life saving adventures they had undertaken on my behalf. So, I thought, may be I could start early and enjoy a couple of hot sweaty sessions in the afternoon and yet have time come back to Queen Jyothi by nightfall. as well. Imagining all those hot couplings in store for me that day made my heart thump hard and my cock was only harder than ever... ************************************************** One More chapter...A Long one, but I won't be long gone...