English Sex Story The Lustful Legacy of Aryavart

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This story contains adult themes, explicit content, and mature languages intended for readers who are 18 years of age or older (or the age of majority in your jurisdiction). It is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is strongly advised. By continuing to read, you confirm that you are are of legal age and comfortable with adult material.

This story is an English translation of the original work " Rajya, Raniyan aur Gulam " and any discrepancies or differences in content are solely due to the translation process.

The Royal Linage of Aryavart

 

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Chapter 1 : Unveiling the Enigmatic Queen Katrina

"There are three to review today, Your Grace," Katrina said. The King stopped in his tracks in the corridor.

"Three?" he questioned, "I believe that's a record." He continued onward in the grey stone hall that connected his private chambers to a back staircase reserved for himself and other members of the royal family.

"Yes, Your Grace," Katrina said, "The campaigns in the south and the most recent tax collection have meant more candidates for Your Grace's Chamber have been flowing to us." Katrina answered him with poise and walked just a step behind the King.

Katrina Kaif, one of the most admired queen of Aryavart, is renowned for her unparalleled beauty throughout the kingdom. Her figure is slender yet curvy and a body that is delicately toned yet incredibly appealing. Her smile has the power to make anyone's heart flutter, with lips that blossom like a rose. In terms of elegance and charm, she truly stands out among the 12 queens. The people of her kingdom adore her, and they can't help but be captivated by the way she carries herself. She has this magnetic quality that makes everyone want to see her, even if it's just for a moment.

Katrina looked at him while they walked, in silence, down the privy staircase and onto the grounds of the Royal Palace towards the Pleasure Den. She remembered her own first meeting when the King decided to take in the princess as a war-prisoner.

The King of Kushan Kingdom, situated along the western frontier of Aryavart has marched his forces for war against Aryavart. However, did not account for the valiant Prince of Aryavart. Prince Veer had not only not only secured victory against the Kushan forces but according to customs had taken the Kushan Princess Katrina into his custody as a trophy of victory.

Katrina could never forget that fateful night, after the dust of the war settled, calmness had surrounded the camp of Aryavart, but Katrina heart felt fear, anger and excitement all at the same time. Her mind was like a stormy sea of emotions. The quietness outside did not match how she felt inside.

She had heard stories of the Prince - how he was equally adept at playing with women as if they were mere toys, just as he was at handling a sword with masterful skill on the battlefield.

As Katrina was led to the Prince's tent, she had heard people discuss her impending fate. One of them sneering, "Tonight Aryavart will get anothe Bitch Queen", to which someone responded with, "Before that we will be bred like one." The thought made bile rise in her throat.

The tent flap flew open, and in walked Prince Veer of Aryavart, with unmistakable pride in his face upon the triumph of the princess. He approached Katrina, moving with purposeful steps. "Do not be afraid," he whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. "Your body will experience a joy tonight that surpasses any of your imaginations, my dear.", the prince addressed Katrina, his hands tracings a gentle path along her cheeks before his thumb gently brushed against the back of her lower hand.

She trembled as he stepped closer. She squeezed her eyes closed, knowing there was no way to stop what was coming. She had no choice in when or how she might be taken.

The prince's hungry gaze, surveying over Katrina's curves, leaving her feeling as exposed as the naked statues adorning a palace hall. She wished she could cover herself with her hand. Her heart raced urging her to flee, but she remained rooted to the spot, statue herself, stuck in place by his intense gaze.

The prince couldn't help but keep his gaze locked on Katrina. The prince grabbed one of her hands in his own, leading it to gradually remove his clothings, each piece coming off with a kind of strange excitement and confidence in his eyes. Underneath, the prince was all hard planes of muscles, scars over his body. He placed one of her hands against his chest. He was hot to the touch. His impressive body was a honed weapon.

It was clear that the prince was savoring every second, like it was the most thrilling part of conquering. She stared at him with open awe, nearly forgetting exactly what was happening. He took a step toward her, until their bodies were touching. She could feel the heat radiate from him.

"You will be the most glorious queen in our history", the prince grabbed Katrina's waist, and then in one fluid movement, tore the back of her dress from nape down to her thighs. It fell to her feet in ribbons of red silk. The last of her protection was gone.

Katrina cowered, but it made no difference. The prince gripped Katrina by the waist, dragged her to the bed and threw her onto the bed. He climbed into the bed beside her. He dragged her body underneath his own. She tried to pull away, but one of his hands gripped her waist and held her in place. The other explored her body freely.

Katrina's face was red with humiliation. She could feel her body responding to his touch, her nipples hardening. Something stirred deep within her, an ache in her core. She tried to look away, but the prince grips her chin. His breath fanned her face, musky and hot.

She watched, horrified, as he leaned into her, took a deep, agonisingly slow breath, scenting her. And then she felt the hot press of his tongue against her collar bone. He nipped her neck softly, continuing to trail sloppy wet kisses from the base of her neck up to her jawline, sending delicate shivers down her spine. His hand smoothly traveled down her body, caressing the sensitive, wet spot between her thighs. The prince chuckled gently, a hint of tease in his tone,"Seems like the bitch is already in heat."

She could feel his hardened length, his cock, jump between her thighs. She went very still at the realization. He was enjoying her struggle. She began to squirm, trying to stop the strange feeling within her. When his tongue moved over her left breast, she let out a yelp of surprise. His teeth, nipped softly at the delicate flesh. And then he began to suck.

The prince moved onto the right breast. He sucked hard at her skin until began to hurt. She wiggled beneath him, twisting her shoulders to try and move his mouth closer to her nipple. She was barely aware of her own movements. After a moment longer sucking at her skin, her breaths came in ragged gasps.

A rush of pleasure shot straight to the very center of Katrina's being. She gasped, not realizing the sudden absence, of the prince's tongue on her skin until she managed to open her eyes. He was staring at her, sitting up, his huge body taking up her entire view. He reached down and stroked his cock. Katrina couldn't help but gasp at the size of his cock, her eyes going wide.It was like something inside her responded too, her heart racing to match his rhythm. "And once you taste my cock, you'll beg for it.", he said his voice deep and sure.

She felt herself pale at his words. Taste him. Did he mean? The thought of licking that... his cock looked big in the prince's own hands. Compared to her thigh... fear coursed through her. He would tear her in half!

"No I wont-"

Before Katrina could even finish up her sentence, the prince forced his erect dick into her mouth. It barely fit. She didn't have a say in the matter anymore; she just started to eagerly lick his cock.

The prince ruthlessly forced his cock down Katrina's throat, making Katrina gag on his dick. Her body tried to fight back, but couldn't against his power. She was scared of the prince's anger, so she let him keep going.The prince enjoyed it, grunting as he shoved his cock deeper into her mouth, making her cheeks go in with each hard push.

Katrina's eyes went wide and she gagged on the cock that was being shoved down her throat, her mouth stretched to its limits by the prince's brutal force. He pulled her hair back, causing her to choke and drool around the dick.

The prince just kept going, fucking her mouth like it was his **censored** toy, not caring how much it hurt. Her throat was all sore and tight, and she could barely breathe, but she kept trying to do what he wanted. She just whimpered and took it, letting him get off on treating her like this.

With one swift, brutal thrust, the prince yanked his erect cock from Katrina's mouth, leaving a trail of saliva connecting them briefly. The prince with a sadistic grin, forced Katrina's trembling legs apart, exposing her glistening wet, unwilling tight pussy to his hungry greedy eyes.

The prince mercilessly presses his erect cock against her unwilling pussy, and without hesitation, forces himself inside her wet cunt with a violent thrust. The feeling of his cock head piercing her vagina made her half scream, half cry out. She spasmed against him. His thumb presses into her clit with skill,causing her body to respond in a way she can't control. And even though she's biting her lip to keep from crying out, the pleasure builds up inside her, despite her protests.

"Bitch", he groaned, "- Virgin? How?", surprised.

She was suddenly aware she was crying. She couldn't tell through her blurry vision if he was grimacing or not. She wanted to tell him she hated him- to scream, to swear, to punch or hit him. But all she did was cry.

The prince gripped Katrina's face. "Relax The pain will subside. You are-" when she attempted to move, he groaned, her cunt spasming on his cock. "Too tight," he ground out.

When he began to thrust, the pain was no longer so bright. Slowly she began to gain her bearings. He moved her legs to wrap around his thighs. Somehow, he found ways to push deeper. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies connecting. A wet smack echoing with every time he plunged his cock deep into her. And when he began to thrust deeper with more force, she felt the tingling beginning within her cunt.

Each the prince pushed his cock inside her deepest region, Katrina's body tensed with fear; she could feel his rock-hard cock brushing against her wet clit. The prince was fucking her hard and rough, tearing into her like a he owned her. Despite Katrina's struggle, the prince kept pushing deeper into her, relentlessly.

The pain was like nothing she'd ever felt before—like someone had set her insides on fire. But amidst all that horror, she couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of something else, something that made her body react in a way she didn't want to admit—it was almost like pleasure, building with each brutal thrust.

"Bitch!! Do you wish to cum?", his voice harsh, but husky with pleasure.

All Katrina could do was nod back at him, not feeling like she could actually say anything. He grabbed one of her breasts, pinching the nipple really hard, making it hurt a lot. Her eyes shot open with pain, locking her gaze with the prince's.

Katrina couldn't bring herself to feel shame. She couldn't believe how easily the words came to her."Oh God! Please... Please make me cum." Her voice came out in a whisper, a little more than moan.

The prince continued ramming her pussy with the same intensity. He reached down to her neck again, sucking hard enough making her back came off the bedding, pressing herself into him. His hand kept playing with her breast, kneading it gently. She was holding him so tight that his cock seemed to grow even larger. Then, he slid his hand down and started rubbing her clit in quick, little circles. Her pussy was sucking him in deeper with every stroke.

Katrina felt a second orgasm ripple through her body. It caused her to spasm on his erection, her pussy tightening around his cock. Despite her own orgasm, she managed to take him even deeper into her pussy. Her orgasm pulsed without stopping, keeping her in a state of intense pleasure.

Katrina's eyes shot wide open as the prince began pumping inside her. Filling her with his fertile seed. She knew she should push him off, she knew she should scream and attempt to run. He was pumping her full, and it felt fucking amazing.

Her orgasm grew more intense as she felt his climax inside her. Her pussy tightening around his cock, milking more cum inside her. When the prince pulled out his now spent cock, she felt the loss immediately, her pussy clenching to keep the cum from leaking.

With a sudden jolt, Katrina returns to reality. Her bottom is sore from the King's firm hand. He spanks her ass again, and inquires "Where were you lost?". She can feel the heat of the smack spreading through her skin. The King looks at her, waiting for her response.

Katrina looked at him shyly, and silently continued down the stairs towards the Pleasure Hall.

 

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Chapter 2: Mistress of the Royal Pleasure Hall

The King and Katrina entered the Pleasure Hall, a grand opulent chamber. The atmosphere was charged with a unique sense of royalty and excitement. Inside the room stood the Mistress of Pleasure Hall, Sai Pallavi, an enchanting beauty from the southern shores of his kingdom with dark hair that swept below her knees.

At just thirty, she also had been retired from the main corps of slaves after being allowed to bear the King a child, a daughter. This young girl, named Sara Arjun, has now blossomed into a lovely young woman of 19. She's absolutely stunning, with a glow that seems to light up the room and eyes that tell stories without uttering a word. And even though she carries herself with a regal air, there's a down-to-earth simplicity to her that just draws people in. Today, Sara holds the title of one of King's 12 queens, and she's the youngest of them all.

Sara Arjun was a particular favorite of his. He had seven children he acknowledged, five legitimate and two bastards. He probably had several other bastards that would never be known, especially in the northern territories where he had put down several rebellions and in the Far East territories where he had done all his conquesting.

On seeing Sai, the King briefly transited to a memory not all that long ago when Sai had just begun to show that she was quick with child. That occasion came rushing back to him as if it had just occurred – every little moment was as vivid and profound as ever.

When the King heard about Sai's upcoming motherhood, he immediately called her to the public court. He announced thatshe would be allowed to keep the baby and remain in the palace. The King before releasing Sai from her duties gave her one final command;to disrobe before the assembly of ministers and watching public, a public declaration of his dominance over her body.

Sai felt a mix of dread and humiliation wash over her. With trembling hands, she began to unravel the fine silk that clung to her body. Each layer fell away to reveal more of her toned figure to the eager gazes of the crowd. The crowd's hungry eyes made her skin crawl as she stepped out of her last piece of clothing, standing naked before the drooling onlookers.

In the full view of the royal court, the trembling Sai stand naked before the King. The pregnant slave's breasts had swollen, their areolae darkening and nipples standing erect, a sight that elicited a hunger in the King's eyes as he savored the changes in her body.

The King descended from his royal seat and stepped behind Sai. He forcefully grasped her hair, arching her neck to expose its delicate curve. His fingers traced the line of her collarbone before drifting lower brushing ligthly against her breast. His thumbs circled her nipples, pinching lightly, and dwaing a gasp from her lips.

Sai felt the warmth of his breath on her neck as he rolled her nipples between his fingertips, gently pinching sending shivers of plessure through her body. His hands moved lower, down her belly, feeling the faintest hint of life growing within her before pulling her closer to face him.

Wasting no time, the King immediately took one of Sai's swollen boobs in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. He gently bit her sensitive nipple, making her gasp from suprise and ecstasy. The feeling of his teeth was quickly followed by the warm wetness of his tongue. It swirled around the hard tip of her breast. Sai's chest moved a lot with her heavy breathing. His mouth on her nipple was so intense, she couldn't speak for a moment.

The King held her steady, griiping her hips while his other hands slipped beneath the waist. He moved with precision, gently spreading her thighs open, and stroking in teasing motions until he reached her clit, circling it in a rythm that made her whimper.

All of a sudden, he slid two of his fingers deep inside her and began to move them back and forth in a steady rhythm. The group of people around them had gotten a lot closer, and the men in the court watched her without any shame at all while the King had his way with her.

The King, towering over her with a broad, muscular frame, with giant hands wrapping around her tiny rib cage. With surprising ease, he lifted her up, his strong arm hugging around her back, placing her quitelly on the edge of the grand throne. His hands trailed down her thighs, spreading them wide as he freed his dick and positioned himself between her legs. Sai felt the heat of his member against her skin, the anticipation of his next move making her body quiver.

Before she knew what was happening, he'd thrust into her, filling her with one painfully deep stroke. A cry tore from her lips, the sudden pressure sending shockwaves into her pelvis and down the fronts of her legs. His dark eyes locked onto hers, "Your last service to me," he whispered, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. He pulled out, then drove into her again.

The crowd watched in rapt silence as the king claimed her one last time, his movements punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh. The sight was a powerful display of his authority and her submission. It was a scene that reminded everyone of the social order they were born into and had always known.

The King's powerful strokes grew harder, deeper, sending shockwaves of pleasures and desire through her. Sai bit her lips to supress her screams, her eyes remained tightly shut, her body clenching around him, her muffled cries blending with his grunts as an orgasm tore through her.

Sai's eyes snapped open, fear flooding them. She realized her body had given in to pleasure, going against what her status allowed. The King's voice a blend of anger and disgust. "What is this?" he demanded, pulling out abruptly. "A slave does not dare find pleasure in the presence of her king!" The crowd's murmurs grew louder, a mix of shock and anticipation.

The King's snarlled as he gripped Sai by her hips, spinning her around, her pregnant belly resting heavily on the velvet cushion. The King took a step back and spread apart Sai's asscheeks, exposing her tight, untouched asshole to the eager leering gaze of the court. The King's rock-hard erect dick still slick from her disgraceful wet cunt, lined himself up with her asshole.

The King's rock-hard dick pushed into her asshole with a raw and shocking intensity. Sai's body quivering as she felt the pressure of his dick-head slowly streching her tight ass, her eyes filled with tears. Despite her restless cries of discomfort, the King remained relentless, continuing to push deeper until his entire dick was inside her ass. The only noise piercing the silence of the room was the rhythmic smack of his hips against her buttocks as he began his vigorous thrusting.

Sai's body was on fire, every sensation amplified as she was being assaulted in public. The King kept up his relentless pace, his dick filling her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Sai's moans grew louder as another orgasm rocked her, her ass clenching around him. She screamed, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

The King reaching was reaching his own climax, and decided to pull out his dick from Sai's ass. His dick was smeared with a blend of his precum and Sai's juices, which he held a few inches from her face. With a poerful climax, he released all his cum ono her body. It started dripping from her face to her breasts, her throat, and eventually landed on her stomach. This action sent Sai into a trembling orgasm.

The people in the court couldn't help but watch as the King's semen rained down from his body. It collected in the folds of his belly. Sai felt the intensity of the moment, the sensation of his cum covering her.

The King's trail of thought ended with his release and returned to the present day. Though he could technically still have his way with her after granting her freedom, as with any of his subjects or foreign conquests, the availability of so many alternatives made such dominance unnecessary - in his view. That had been the last time Sai had pleasured him, perhaps many years ago.

 

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Chapter 3: New Toys to Play With : Part -1

"Sai," said the King, "I hear you have three new toys for me today?" Sai bowed her head.

"Yes, Your Grace," Sai said, "I am proud of our work with these three and hope they please my King." Sai clapped once and out of the farthest door in the room two eunuch stewards, brought out the King's cushioned chair, foot stool, and a bench all in red velvet.

The King sat in his chair and nodded approvingly. "Sai, introduce me to these toys, I'm afraid my blood is starting to run hot with anticipation and my patience is coming to an end."

With another clap from Sai, the same door opened and out came three beautiful girls, led by eunuchs carrying the leash of each candidate.

The girls were led to stand in front of the King's foot stool, upon unleashing, each girl obediently got to their knees, rested their hands on their thighs, and looked down to the floor. Each had a collar about three inches thick, to which their leashes were connected.

"Your Grace," said Sai, "These three candidates for your royal harem, we hope, are met with your pleasure.". Sai stepped forward to introduce them and the King stood as well to judge the candidates. He could already feel the blood flow to his cock, looking at these prizes.

"Your Grace," Sai said, standing behind Amulya. "This candidate, Amulya, has seen only twenty summers. She stands at five feet and five inches, weighs 43 kgs. Your Grace She has been certified as pure, a virgin, from the North, belongs to family of Jannapura Pandit's."

The King perked up as he heard this. He reached down below Amulya's chin and raised it up. She immediately raised her head and looked up, but did not meet the King's eye... as was her training.

The King looked down at the petite, nubile slave. The King noticed her breasts were larger than you would expect on such a slender frame, but still small.

Unless something went horribly astray, he was sure this slave would pleasure him for a long time to come.

"Marvelous," the King said as he spanked Katrina's ass, "now, it remains to see if Sai have done well here". The King moved his hands from under Amulya's chin to her collar and pulled her up to her feet. She was a very lithe, beautiful and petite creature. He was surprised that she was found to be a virgin.

The King stood behind the small girl, his large body casting a shadow over her. He gently ran a finger down her bare back. When it reached the area above her waist, he was pleased to find the small dimples typical of such a slender person. His gaze drifted to her plump, yet small bottom, peeking out from her white clothes. It was slightly fuller than you'd expect from her size, but the King knew it would fit easily in his hand. He was eager to enjoy all the pleasures her young body had to offer.

The King's hands raised the edge of her skirt, revealing her barely covered backside. His right hand grabbed one firm cheek, with his fingers sliding between her small crack. His fingertips gently brushed her tender rosebud, a place he intended to claim soon. His hand moved to the warmth of her sex, feeling the soft, bare skin of her young pussy. He cupped her smooth mound, taking in the sensation of the shaved area at the front.

The King placed his hand firmly on her right waist and held it there. His erect cock pressed against her ass, causing a mix of nervousness, attraction, and fear in the petite slave. Despite her feelings, she managed to keep them hidden from him.

The King took a quick look at her tiny nipples through her clothing and nodded in approval to Sai, "This will do.", making Sai wet.

"Excellent, Your Grace," Sai nodded. Amulya returned to a kneeling position. "No," said the King, returning to his seat, "Come here, slave."

His new plaything immediately tried to stand up in front of him, but he quickly put a stop to it. "No," he barked, "Crawl, like the slave you are." She went back down to her knees and moved over to the King's chair on all fours. He kicked the stool out of the way and she stopped between his legs. The King opened his pants and let his cock out. He touched it for a bit by himself.

"Suck on my cock," said the King "While I review the others". Amulya remained silent, only rising to her knees. She took the King's large penis into her mouth, which was quite young and inexperienced. Although she had been trained extensively, this was her first time with an actual man. Her journey to the Royal Pleasure Hall had lasted several months, and now she was sucking the King's royal member as she had been taught.

The King took a brief moment to savor the feeling of the young nymph obeying him. She was giving him pleasure, her small frame working hard to take his thick cock into her mouth. He watched as she struggled, her mouth stretched wide around his shaft. Despite the challenge, she kept moving her head up and down, gradually taking more of him into her throat.

"Please, continue," said the King, Amulya eagerly obeyed, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking gently. She moved her lips back and forth, savoring the sensation as if it were a delicious lollipop. Her hands remained on her thighs, allowing her to focus solely on pleasuring him.

"Next," said Sai, only briefly observing Amulya pleasure their sovereign, the King noticed a hint of jealousy in her voice, "Is Hania. Twenty three summers and five feet, three inches tall. Weighing almost 55 kgs. She belong's to the same country as Queen Katrina, her seller claims her virtue, but we were unable to verify this."

"Stand slave," said the King. Hania stood, in lavender silks, for the King's review. Her skin was as white and pale as milk, like others from the Kushan region. "No I don't think so," said the King, "I have too many Kushan slaves as it is, following the treaty with the Kushans, their women have been sold in his kingdom, and none compare to the excitement of Kushan's finest", as he speaks, he gives Katrina's ass a firm slap, eliciting a gasp from her. Katrina's nipples react to the slap, growing hot with arousal. In response, she pulls Amulya's head closer to Maharaj's erect penis. The sound of Amulya's muffled choking fills the room as she takes him deeper.

The King said, "Sai, she is truly amazing. Any man would be aroused by her sight." He thought for a moment and then recalled, "There's an upcoming birthday feast for our youngest prince, celebrating his transition to manhood. Katrina why don't you take her to the prince's chamber and personally help him through this milestone? She'll make a perfect present for him."

Hania breathed a sigh of some relief, she had been warned, could simply order her disposed of, sold to the brothels, given to his soldiers. To be dispatched to his youngest son's chamber, was just as good as serving the King himself in the Royal Pleasure Hall.

Katrina led Hania out of the Pleasure Hall and brought her to the prince's quarters. Just before she left, the King gave Katrina's ass a firm smack, causing a sharp sting. Sai took a moment to recover and then said calmly, "Your Grace, next is Mrunal."

Sai walked behind Mrunal, who was the last slave standing. Mrunal a dusky Indian women with a curvy body, ample breasts and hips. She had a figure that was both voluptuous and mesmerizing.

Will continue further with Mrunal's inspection - Stay tuned! In the meantime enjoy Amulya's blowjob.

 

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Chapter 3: New Toys to Play With : Part -2

Sai shoved the smoking hot vixen, Mrunal, right into the King's line of sight. It was impossible for the King to ignore her tantalizing figure that was barely concealed by her tattered clothes. At the same time, Amulya was on her knees, acting all docile, like a well-behaved puppy. She was giving the King's member quite the service, her cheek bulging as she sucked and slurped with astonishing skill, transforming the entire scene into a sizzling, lust-filled daydream.

"At 32 years of experience, 5 feet 5 (5) inches, 55 kg, this one did not claim to be a virgin. Though we ensured she would meet Your Grace's preferences for tightness. She has been lustful and wicked, difficult to control, Your Grace. We thought she might make for a fitting challenge." Sai said as she undressed Mrunal.

"Indeed," the King said. He wrapped his fingers through the hair of Amulya and cupped the back of her head with his strong fingers. "Come here, Mrunal. Let us look at you". Mrunal approached for inspection as the King pushed Amulya's head further down his dick. He went deeper than before, past her tonsils, making her gag. He held her there for a brief time, watching the dusky beauty in front of him.

Mrunal had adorable, round boobs that were a delight to see. Her body curves were slim and alluring, making any man's penis become erect. She had a perfectly shaped ass that made the desire to have anal sex with her grow stronger. Mrunal was like a lustful wild animal, eager and ready for her hunter to take control.

The King gently held Amulya's head with his aged hands. He began to masturbate, using the teenager's mouth as his **censored** plaything. For a brief time, he enjoyed the sensation while gazing at the vixens seated on the bench.

In his youth, such a sight would have quickly brought him to climax. But now, after years of similar experiences with the most beautiful women from his kingdom, he had developed remarkable sexual endurance. His current crop of female servants, however, weren't as resilient as they once were. They often looked more exhausted after serving him.

Tears streamed down Amulya's face as the King forced her to perform a degrading act. Eventually, he had enough and threw her onto the floor with the same carelessness one would treat a used condom.

"I'll get to your ass later", said the King. He moved with surprising grace, given his arousal, which was quite evident. His manhood was shiny, wet from the saliva of a young, eager sextoy. He positioned himself at the head of Mrunal.

"It's your turn to suck our cock," said the King, "Let us see if you earn a place among my whores or if I feed you to the wolves." He thrust his member to her lips expecting resistance, but she shocked him by eagerly diving in, taking his full length in one swift motion. Her lips stretched around his thickness, and she gazed up at him, winking at her master.

"You insolent little slut," said the King. Sai gasped in horror and snapped at Mrunal, "How dare you - "

But the King had raised his hand for silence. The King brought his hand crashing down on the cheek of Mrunal, with his cock still buried in her face. With a stark, swift move, his cock shot out of her mouth as he hit her. Gasping for air, she felt him grab a handful of her hair. He pushed his cock back into her throat and used her hair like reins, fucking her mouth roughly.

"I'm going to teach her a lesson," said the King. He then moved behind her, keeping a firm grip on her hair. He aligned his penis with her naked, vulnerable vagina. Gently, he inserted just the head and gave her body a moment to get used to his size.

Oh she is plenty tight, he thought to himself. No doubt she had been used on the unimpressive cocks of some neighboring farm boys. Now she would have a king.

The King yanked her hair back as he simultaneously thrust forward and made his slave take every inch of him in one stroke. Against her training, she cried out in astonishment and pain... as the King began to ruthlessly fuck her warm, slippery cunt.

Using his other free hand, he started to spank her firm yet soft round ass. The smacks grew more intentional, and her ass cheeks quickly turned as red as her untamed hair.

The room was eerily silent, filled only with the King's heavy breathing and the harsh sounds of his body. He was having rough sex with Mrunal from behind, moving like an animal in heat. His actions were strong and quick, keeping a primitive pace. The King was utterly merciless; he didn't bother to check if Mrunal was okay. It didn't concern him. In his eyes, he had the absolute right to have her any way he desired.

When Sai remembered the times she had the King's penis inside her, she felt a touch of jealousy. On the other hand, Amulya felt excited watching such a powerful act.

As the King sped up, his hold on Mrunal's hair grew stronger. Despite her shaking legs, Mrunal kept herself in the doggy position. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of their mingled sweat, a potent mix of the Maharaj's and Mrunal's exertion.

Without any warning, Mrunal's body suddenly clenched tightly around the King's penis as she had an orgasm. Although feeling her tighten around his penis was great, the King was furious that she climaxed before he did.

He yelled, "How dare you climax without my permission" He was really mad. He had his hand in her hair, holding it tight. The King took his dick out of her pussy and slapped her face, hard. It left a red spot on her dark skin.

The shock of the King's anger hits Mrunal hard, causing her body to tremble in a way she's never experienced before. It's a unique kind of power, one that brings fear but also a sense of life. Her eyes lock with the King's, showing fear but also an unmistakable, new desire. Her cheeks flush red, and she struggles to catch her breath. Her chest rises and falls heavily.

The king felt displeased. To assert dominance over Mrunal, he took action. He firmly grasped Mrunal around the waist and spun her around. As a result, she lost balance and fell to the ground. The King positioned his erect penis against her untouched, tight anus.

The King declared, "You will not be allowed to climax unless I give you permission. You belong to me and must follow my wishes." Then, he approached her and in one swift motion, inserted his large erect penis into her tight, unused anus. This action caused her eyes to roll back in her head from the intensity.

Mrunal was crying, and spit was coming from her mouth because of how the King was treating her. Despite this, she remained still. Her body was shaking, like she was trying to get used to his large size.

The King burst into laughter, sending a chill down Mrunal's spine. "Good little slut," he said with a grin, "see if you can handle all of me in your ass." Starting with a gentle push, the King began to increase his speed and depth gradually. The pain was overwhelming for Mrunal; she had never experienced anything quite like it and questioned if she could ever become accustomed to such sensations.

The King's rhythm grew stronger and quicker, his hips slapping against Mrunal's ass with a foreboding sound that reverberated around the chamber. He tightened his grasp on Mrunal's hair, his nails biting into Mrunal's tender skin as he pushed his cock fully into her anus, stretching her open.

After a while he felt his seed begin to stir and he let go of her hair, instead grabbing the back of her thick collar. He choked her as he continued to hump the delicious piece of plump ass at his disposal.

"Amulya," the King exclaimed, as the room continued to watch - or ignore - the brutal fucking he laid down on the voluptuous dusky slut on the bench. "Come here, slave." The little sprite blonde crawled to the bench and kept her gaze to floor beside them. Wondering if she was about to meet the same fate as Mrunal.

"Open your mouth, slave," said the King, "This wench does not yet deserve my seed, not even in her ass." The teen slave did as she was told, opening her sore jaw to await the King's gift and keeping her gaze on the wall behind him.

The King gave his current mount another slap, noticing the bruises forming on her buttocks. He released her collar, granting her brief moments of air. He felt her ass begin to jolt and squeeze around his member - the slut was not only coming to climax without his permission.

"Look at me, slut," he said. Amulya gets down on her knee and looks at the King with his cock in her mouth. Amulya gazed up at the towering man standing before her. His presence filled her with a mix of fear and curiosity. Kneeling, she held his erect penis in her mouth, feeling its warmth and hardness. This was her first time with a man, and it was none other than the legendary king she'd heard so much about.

Her heart pounded as she looked into his eyes. He responded by seizing her head with a firm grip. Suddenly, he released his semen into her mouth. It filled her mouth, tongue, and throat as he pushed his penis deeper. She had no choice but to accept it all. The king's grip tightened, forcing her to take even more of him. She felt his seed slide down her throat as she swallowed, unable to resist his commanding touch. The reality of the situation was overwhelming, but she remained focused on serving her new master.

Amulya eagerly swallowed the royal semen but took note of how different it tasted than her expectation. She knew she would get many more chances to taste her King's seed. It was well known he preferred to reach climax in ways that would not breed his slaves, he only finished inside the wombs of his favorite property... as a reward.

He remained stationary as she thoroughly cleaned his penis using her young mouth. She hungrily took in the fluids that had stuck to him. After giving it a good rest, she followed her training and tucked it back into his pants.

"I will take them both," said the King. "Continue training this one," he pointed to Mrunal who was been assisted to her feet by the eunuchs. "Prepare this one for my chamber, if I have time tonight I will have what's left of her innocence."

"Yes, Your Grace," said Sai, "The General asked me to remind you a war council will convene this evening." The King rolled his eyes in disappointment. "Very well, tomorrow then. See that she is prepared.", saying that he moved out of the Pleasure Hall into the Palace grounds.

 

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Chapter 4 : Coming of Age

Hania flaunting her elegant curves in the silk rags, strolled behind Queen Katrina, who herself looked stunning in a dazzling deep-cut blouse and a glittering saree. The pair moved through the grand hallway, their soft footsteps the only sound in the vast, echoing space, as they approached the room of the young prince.

Hania tiptoed into the chamber, her gaze drawn to the prince feasting on Queen Kiara's bountiful milkers. The young prince, now coming of age, was latched onto Kiara's ample tits with the desperation of a newborn, his face buried in her breast as he suckled greedily.

The palace had a special way of doing things. Whenever a woman was pregnant, she would share her milk with the young prince. This was not a strange or uncomfortable situation. It was something everyone accepted and even felt happy about.

Kiara noticed Katrina entering the room and calmly used a velvet shawl to cover her bare chest. She pushed the prince aside to cover up, and he was a bit startled. A thin line of milk trickled from the corner of his mouth. She then addressed Katrina in a calm tone, saying, "Greetings, Queen Katrina. What brings you here so suddenly?"

Katrina grinned and gently nudged Hania closer to the prince. "Check this out," she teased with a hint of mischief. The prince's curiosity grew as he took in Hania's beauty. Her silk rag clung to her figure, flaunting her curves perfectly. Her dimples added a touch of cuteness to her smile.

"What's the deal?" the young prince inquired, looking back at Katrina.

Queen Kiara, radiant with her baby bump, discreetly exited the chamber. Hania's gaze shifted to the prince, whose expression bore a mixture of desire and innocent curiosity. His eyes spoke volumes, hinting at a special yearning, while his demeanor remained that of a young boy eager to explore the wonders of the world.

"Prince Surya," Katarina whispered. She noticed him staring at Hania. His eyes lingered on her dimples and her curves. Though he still had a childlike curiosity, Katarina sensed something new in him—a feeling growing with his age. Milk from Queen Kiara clung to his cheek, that he was savouring moments ago. The boy was still growing up.

Katrina's hand rested softly on Hania's shoulder. "How about giving us a little demonstration?" she asked, her eyes holding a quiet smile. Meanwhile, the prince couldn't stop staring at the way Hania's dimples appeared when she smiled. His throat tightened nervously, and he kept swallowing without meaning to.

Hania moved with a confidence that seemed to radiate from her whole body. She slid out of that silk rag like it was nothing, comfortable as could be. Her skin looked glossy under the light, all those soft curves finally free from the fabric. Her breasts were full and perky, those little pink nipples starting to tighten up in the cool air. And that ass—plump, round, the kind that’d make any man lose his damn mind just looking at it. Hania was a hell of a sight. And she could feel the prince’s excitement burning right alongside hers.

Hania slipped out of the dress and moved closer. She took the prince's hand and pressed it against the curve of her backside, letting him feel the warmth of her skin. Then she guided his other hand to her breasts, his fingers tracing their softness. For the young prince, it was overwhelming – his first real taste of power and pure temptation.

Hania knew the prince was innocent—a complete virgin who didn't understand any of this. So she took control. Her entire life had been spent bending to others' wishes. But this boyish prince... he needed her guidance.

She leaned in and kissed him softly on the mouth. Neither expected the electric jolt that followed. The prince's hands began roaming her body—warm and clumsy. His tongue still carried the faint sweetness of Queen Kiara's milk. At first, his kissing was slow and hesitant. Then he grew bolder, copying her movements like someone desperate to grasp the feeling.

Prince and Hania were kissing passionately when Katrina noticed herself watching. Heat stirred low in her stomach, spreading warmth until she felt wet between her legs. She bit back a sigh. Her fingers slid under her gown, brushing against damp skin.

The prince glanced over while embracing Hania. He saw Katrina touching herself. Her raw hunger thrilled and unsettled him. This was the messy adult world he craved—laid bare before him.

As Katrina teased herself between her legs, the prince felt his cock stiffening against his pants. Both he and Hania could sense it pressing between them—a raw, physical reaction to the heat of the moment. His eyes locked onto Katrina. Her bold, taboo act stirred him deeply. It was pure temptation, feeding his hunger for her.

Hania knew how to work her charm. She kept up her slow, teasing dance, then gently nudged the prince's head down toward her chest. The prince didn't hesitate – he latched onto her nipple and started sucking hard, like he was desperate for something he couldn't quite get. Every pull made his cheeks hollow out, looking almost like a hungry baby at its mother's breast. He froze suddenly, eyes wide with confusion, mouth still clamped around her nipple. No milk came. That wasn't how things were supposed to go.

Hania felt sorry for the prince—he looked so miserable without milk from her breasts. His confused eyes locked onto hers, and she gave a tiny nod, silently telling him it was okay. The prince bit down harder, teeth breaking skin near her nipples.

Hania winced as blood welled up. The pain was sharp, but weirdly... thrilling? Something new stirred inside her. The prince’s face changed—half innocent child, half starved animal. She kept moaning while his teeth sank deeper, leaving little marks on her swollen nipples. Pain and pleasure twisted together in a way she’d never known before.

Hania's fingers automatically tangled in the prince's soft hair, guiding his mouth to her other breast. This time, the prince didn't hesitate—he caught her nipple between his teeth and bit down hard enough to make Hania cry out. He was learning how to use his own hunger, and Hania was leading him through this dark, sensual dance.

The prince was lost in the pleasure of sucking on Hania's tits when she deftly undid his pants. They slid down his legs, pooling around his ankles. Freed from confinement, his cock sprang up—hard and urgent—bumping against Hania's thigh. Suddenly, the prince shoved her backward. His cheeks flushed crimson, eyes wide with panic. He froze there, exposed, his erection twitching helplessly. Confusion locked him in place—he had no idea what to do next. Hania’s gaze dropped. Her breath caught. Her heart hammered against her ribs.

Katarin now completely naked, fingers working deep inside her wet pussy. She saw the prince's bewildered expression and grinned, moving silently behind him. Her slick hands grabbed his cock without warning, pumping it with smooth, practiced strokes. The prince's eyes rolled back instantly, a groan ripping from his throat at the queen's touch. Nothing had ever felt like this—pure, raw pleasure shuddering through every nerve.

The prince couldn't hide the happiness glowing on his face. He kept stealing glances at Hania kneeling before him, her tongue out and ready for him. Behind him, Katrina's naked body pressed against his back, her breasts rubbing against him while her hand worked his hard cock up and down. This was new for the prince - like every nerve in his body was singing at once. Katrina tightened her grip, speeding her strokes, and with every touch the prince's hips shook uncontrollably.

Katrina leaned in close, her breath warm against the prince's ear. His pulse quickened as she murmured, "Surya," her voice thick with wanting. "Let Hania teach you how a real bitch serves her man."

Hania didn't say a word, just moved closer to the prince's dick. She was practically drooling over the prince's hard and ready dick. . Without hesitation, she wrapped her lips around his dick, giving it hot, wet kiss that made him feel like he was melting. When she started taking his dick deeper into her mouth, her eyes went wide—every inch she took in made her cheeks hollow out, and the prince couldn't look away.

Hania hadn't expected the prince to be quite so... big. But she was determined to satisfy him. Her hands drifted lower, fingers gently kneading the heavy weight of his balls as she worked her mouth along his length. Her tongue circled the swollen head, tasting salt and skin. The prince jerked beneath her—a sudden gasp escaping him—his breath turning ragged and shallow as she kept swirling her tongue over that sensitive tip.

Katrina's hand moved steadily, keeping pace with Hania's mouth. The prince's eyes slid shut, rolling back as pleasure washed over him. He'd never realized his body could respond like this to another person's touch. This raw intensity made him feel truly alive for the first time.

The prince's body went rigid as a drawn bowstring, every muscle pulled tight. Hania could feel him trembling on the edge—his hips jerking in short, desperate thrusts, breath coming in harsh gasps that hitched in his throat. He was close, so close now.

Hania sucked the prince deeper, her throat tightening around him. He groaned, the sound rough and echoing in the quiet room. Then he jerked suddenly, spilling hot and sticky cum into her mouth. Hania swallowed the cum without hesitation, but a trickle escaped, sliding down her chin and dripping onto the soft curve of her breast.

Katrina pulled her hand off the prince's cock, grimacing as she saw the last drops of cum dribble down Hania's chin. Surya had blown his load way too fast. This wasn't what she'd signed up for when the king ordered her to teach the boy how to be a real man. He needed to learn control, not this pitiful, panting rush.

"You've gotta work on your stamina, Surya," she said, her voice sharp with disappointment. "A woman wants more than a few quick thrusts." She watched him take a shaky breath, his eyes wide like a cornered animal. "We're not done here. You'll practice until you can actually please someone."

After the prince blew his load too damn quick, Katrina knew she had to hustle. Time was ticking, and she wasn’t about to let this chance slip away. She slid her ass onto the edge of that fancy-ass bed, legs wide open like she owned the place, putting her dripping wet pussy on full display. Her eyes locked onto Hania’s with that fuck me look. "My turn now," Katrina growled, all hunger and heat.

Katrina grabbed Hania's head and shoved that bitch's face right into her soaked cunt. Hania gasped but she wasn't about to disappoint her queen. Gotta keep the prince hard, she thought, diving in like a starving slut. Her tongue went wild, slurping Katrina's pussy lips like a goddamn lollipop. Katrina's hips bucked hard, grinding against Hania's mouth while she kept her eyes locked on the prince. Every lick, every suck—Hania knew exactly what she was doing: making that dick throb again, turning the prince into a fucking animal.

The prince's dick was getting hard all by itself, just staring at this wild shit happening right in front of him. He'd never seen anything so fucking raw—like pure animal heat. Katrina was trembling like crazy as Hania's tongue slid over her pussy. She gasped, clawing at the bedsheets like her life depended on it. That sound—Katrina moaning while Hania ate her out—hit the prince right in his guts. His cock got even stiffer, throbbing. He moved closer, eyes glued to Hania devouring the queen's cunt. That image? Burnt into his fucking brain forever. Pure power. Pure hunger. And it woke something deep and primal inside him—something hungry as hell.

Katrina’s thighs shook hard as Hania buried her face between them, tongue plunging deep into her wetness. The Queen moaned, back arching off the bed—she was close, so damn close. Hania kept working her, slurping and sucking like she was starving. Katrina grabbed fistfuls of Hania’s hair, shoving her face harder against her pussy. "Don’t you fucking stop!" she gasped, hips bucking wild, grinding against Hania’s mouth like her life depended on it. Every lick drove her higher, her whole body tensing like a live wire.

The prince's dick got even harder when he spotted Hania's pink slit glistening wide open while she was bent over. Couldn't help himself—curiosity fucking ate him alive. Shaky fingers brushed against her dripping pussy. Hania's eyes snapped wide fucking open when she felt those hot, trembling fingers grazing her wet cunt.

Hania froze for a sec, lips still glued to Katrina's dripping wet pussy. Then she reached back blindly, her fingers wrapping tight around the prince's rock-hard cock. Feeling that thick motherfucker throbbing in her hand shot electricity straight through her guts. No fucking way she could stop herself from grinding her soaked pussy against his shaft like a bitch in heat.

Hania wrapped her hand around the prince's dick, pumping him hard and fast—tightening her grip, then loosening it just to tease him. The rhythm was rough and urgent, matching how fucking bad she needed to come herself. Meanwhile, Katrina was lost in her own bliss, riding Hania’s face like a goddamn animal. She barely noticed Hania switching gears, just kept grinding down harder, deeper, desperate for more. The whole room echoed with filthy sounds—slurping, moaning, skin slapping skin—so loud it bounced off the damn walls.

The prince's eyes snapped open as Hania's hot pussy pressed against the tip of his dick. Holy fuck, she was so wet and tight he almost couldn't believe they were actually doing this. With Hania guiding him, he pushed past that last bit of hesitation and slid deep inside her—slow, steady, inch by fucking inch until he was buried balls-deep in that dripping cunt. She gasped as he filled her up completely.

As the prince slammed his dick balls-deep into Hania's soaked cunt, Katrina's body went fuckin' wild—shaking like a leaf as she came hard. Her pussy juices sprayed straight into Hania's open mouth like a fountain. Hania lapped that shit up like a thirsty bitch, eyes rolling back in pure bliss while she swallowed the queen's slick cunt.

Katrina blinked back to reality, her head still buzzing from cumming hard in Hania's mouth. Her eyes locked onto the nasty show right in front of her. Hania was getting railed by the prince, her ass slamming back against his thrusts as he buried his thick cock deep in her soaked pussy. The prince’s knuckles went white gripping the sheets—fuck, he was going hard now, pounding into her like he meant it. Katrina watched, her own cunt throbbing; nothing got her hotter than seeing this shit go down.

Hania squeezed her eyes shut, really trying to focus on the feeling of the prince drilling into her. Yeah, it hurt like a bitch, but fuck—every time he slammed deep, that raw thrill shot through her. The prince caught Katrina staring him down, that intense look like she was judging his every move. Shit, he thought, gotta bring my A-game here. Hania started rocking her hips, matching his rhythm stroke for stroke, her body finally getting used to the brutal, fucking delicious stretch.

The prince got bolder with each thrust, hips grinding like he was born knowing how to own a room—or a bed. He’d watched the king wreck some whore raw plenty of times, but holy shit, doing it? Different fucking game. Hania’s pussy clamped down on his dick like a wet fist—tight, slick heat he’d never felt before. Breath ragged, body moving on pure fucking instinct.

Katrina's voice cracked through the room, raw and hungry. "Don't you dare pull outta this bitch! Fuck her harder—deeper!" The prince tore his gaze from where his dick was slamming into Hania's soaked pussy, locking eyes with Katrina’s fiery challenge. His hands answered, sliding up to grip Hania's tits so fucking tight she gasped, eyes rolling back as her body arched off the sheets. Hania’s moans turned to ragged screams while he squeezed and mauled her tits, leaving angry red marks all over her skin.

Katrina couldn't look away from the nasty show. She knew exactly what was up: Prince Surya was 'bout to blow his load any second. And fuck no - she wasn't letting his royal seed stay inside that worthless bitch Hania.

Hania's cunt was clenching like a vise around the prince's cock, her greedy pussy muscles milking him hard. That tightness was gonna push him over the fucking edge any second now. Katrina clocked his twisted face, the way his hips were slamming into her like a jackhammer. Yeah - no turning back now. That dumbass prince was gonna empty his balls right where he shouldn't.

Katrina came up behind the prince quick, her hand snaking down to grab his cock. She yanked it right outta Hania's soaked pussy, slick and glistening. The prince jolted, eyes wide as fuck—didn't see that coming—but he just let it happen. Hania gasped, shocked for a second, then dropped to her knees like a pro, ready to suck. She tilted her head back, eyes shut tight. Katrina tightened her grip on his dick, her fist pumping hard and fast, working him toward that sweet fucking finish.

Hania could feel the vibe in the room getting thick. Katrina's hand was going at it faster now, jerkin' the prince off like her life depended on it. The prince's breath was getting all ragged and fucking loud, his whole body tensing up like he was about to blow. Then, with a strange groan ropes of hot, sticky cum just splat all over Hania's face and tits. She felt that shit, warm and slick on her skin, and fuck... yeah, it hit different, made her feel weirdly complete.

After Hania licked the prince's dick clean, Katrina led the worn-out young prince toward the bed. The prince's eyes still had that post-nut glow, all hazy and satisfied. He flopped down on the plush velvet, and Katrina cradled his head right on her bare thigh. Grinning lazy-like, she murmured, "You did well, my prince. Your old man's gonna be proud."

Hania knelt on the cold-ass floor, trembling like a leaf - half hurtin', half buzzing with that dirty high. The prince's nasty load was plastered across her face and tits, warm and sticky like cheap syrup. That shit cooled real quick, leaving her skin clammy as fuck. Right then? She felt like a busted rubber - used up and tossed in the trash. Just another nasty rag for that royal prick to wipe his dick on.

 

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Chapter 5: The Royal Council

King Veer was walking out of the Sheesh Mahal towards the council room, his cock was still half erect with the spit of the 18-year-old virgin bitch 'Amulya' slowly drying up. The King's heart and mind were still full of hope of fucking the bitch's asshole. The King pauses near the gate of the council room, caresses and adjust his cock in his trosuers, and then heads inside the council room.

As soon as Maharaj enters the council's room, his gaze falls upon the members of the council : Chief Minister Kallan and other important ministers present in the room. The King walks towards his chair and gaze falls on the General, Sonarika Bhadoria, shining in her armor, standing proudly towards the right of the King's chair. Sonarika's beautiful soft round boobs were protuding from her armor, were clearly visible, every man present in room had their eyes fixated on her lustful breasts.

Princess Sara enters the room, keeping her gaze fix on the King's crotch, his majesties half erect penis making the line on his trousers. The princess was infamous for her beauty and politics, a princess who will do anything in search of power. She walked in sultry, wearing a red outfit, which made her fair skin look full of life, she sits on the chair placed to the left hand side of the King, charming everyone with her absolutely stunning royal aura.

Behind the princess, Samarjit also entered the room. Samarjit, the illegitimate son of the King, who was born to a street whore, being an orphan in childhood, had the knowledge of a different skill set of street smart and intelligence network, impressed by which the King brought him up from the streets and gave him a place with the princes, but no title, he was not called a prince.

Now there was only one empty chair left in the room. After waiting for a while, General Sonarika, who was sitting towards the right hand of the King, stood up at her place, addressing the gathering. "Dear Council, I am deeply sorry to inform you that we have found ourselt at a loss at the souther warfront with Manyakhet."

Manyakhet is a state located on the southern border of the Aryavarta Dynasty. A few months ago, a businessman while trading his goods from Manyakhet, brought with him a picture from Manyakhet as a present to the King. That picture was none other than that of Princess Tamannah Bhatia of Manyakhet.

Princess Tamannah, the most beautiful princess in the land white fair skin, famous in the entire world as Milky Beauty. Seeing her picture, the King had decided to raid the southern Kingdom of Manyakhet. The King had waged this war on the guise of seizing the ports of Mankyakhet in order to increase his treasury. But the real motive of the King was the Milky Beauty, Tamannah.

At the mention of Manyakhet by the General, the King was once again lost in the thought of Tamannah, in which Tamannah was being presented to the King as a reward for winning the battle, she was captive and trembling, her eyes full of fear and resistance.

Maharaj was lost in his desires, his cock was getting harder, which was clearly visible from the crease of his trousers. When Sara's eyes fell on the King's hardening cock, she saw it as an opportunity to gain more power over others, seizing the moment, she knelt down in front of The King, and freed his cock from his trousers, took it in her hands and began to stroke it gently.

The Chief Minister, angrily, shouts at the General Sonarika, "How many of our soldiers have we lost?". The Chief Minister's angry echo brings the King out of his day-dream and back to reality. The King, whose cock was now hard and throbbing in Sara's hands with hunger to conquer Tamannah. Sara began to stroke it gently, she pulled the skin of his cock back a little, rubbing the dickhead shining with precum with her thumb.

The King was now furious at his General's failure, for his desire to conquer the southern Kingdom with Princess Tamannah was falling short. The King suddenly stood up from his chair in anger, his cock sliding in the grips of Princess Sara, was now very close to Sara's mouth, and the refreshing scent of his precum filled Sara's nose, but Sara did not stop her hands.

The King grabbed hold of the General's ass and ripped off Sonarika's pajamas with one swift motion, revealing her shiny round buttock bare, to be desired by all the men in the council. And as a punishment, the King slapped Sonarika's naked ass with a resounding smack that echoed throughout the room. Sonarika's face flushed red with pain, fear and shame, but she remained silent, her eyes fixed on the maps scattered across the table.

Sara, intoxicated by the musky scent of the King's precum, was breathing more heavily. She could no longer hold herself back, and, took the King's cock into her mouth, giving him a blowjob. The King was least interested in Sara's blowjob; his anger was mounting, and he began striking Sonarika's ass even harder. With each powerful slap, Sonarika's ass turned red, leaving the marks of the King's hands clearly visible.

All the council members present sat silently, watching the scene. The King, seeing the pain and fear in Sonarika's eyes, became even more aroused. His attention was now fixed on Sonarika's wet cunt. He pinched her quivering wet pussy, his fingers circling her clitoris. Sonarika moaned softly and gasped. The King then slid a finger into her cunt, playing with her wet, dripping pussy.

The scent and heat radition from Sonarika's dripping cunt further ignites the fire of King's lust. The thought of the exotic, virgin, soft, pink cunt of the Princess of Manyakhet made the King's dick grow more erect with veins popping. The King felt his cock getting thicker in Sara's mouth, and began to thrust faster in her mouth, Sara's tongue moving around the tip of his cock.

The King's eyes were looking at the map of Manyakhet, his mind was filled with thoughts of Tamannah's curveous body, her soft tender boobs and her tight virgin pink cunt, which was strengthening the King's desire to conquer Manyakhet and the princess even more, and Tamannah's milky-beauty was his ultimate reward.

Sensing the lust in King's thought, Sara began to increase both her speed and skill, her mouth was constantly working on King's cock, but the King's eyes were on Sonarika's pussy. the king's anger was now turning into a fire of lust. The King's hands, now drenched with Sonarika's wetness, pushed another finger into Sonarika's pussy without any warning. Sonarika's pussy tighten around the King's finger, taking his fingers in the depths of her pussy.

But Sara was not one to be ignored, she knew how to gain attention of all the eyes in the room especially the Kings. Sara quickly stood up at her place, untied the rope of her clothes and let them fall to the ground one by one. Sara's thick, soft, round boobs were now free and hanging, nipples erect with lust. She snorted slowly, giving everyone in the meeting a glimpse of her bare body glistening with sweat. Sara's soft cunts, her smooth skin and long legs were making her the desire for all men in the council.

Seeing Sara's naked shining body, the King's full attention was on Sara, and his cock started throbbing harder. The King sat himself down on the chair and spread hi his legs apart and pulled Sara into his lap. The heat of Sara's body made the King's hard cock erect even stronger. The fingers of one of the king's hands were still playing with the general's pussy, and her cunt juices was flowing on the king's hands.

The King removed his fingers from Sonarika's pussy, and turning his full attention to Sara, he took his finger and pushed it into Sara's mouth, making her taste Sonarika's sweet nectar Sara's eyes widened in shock, but she licked his fingers clean to please the King.

The King's attention was now on Sara's round gorgeous boobs, which were shaking as she grinded her thighs on his lap. The King grabbed Sara's boobs hard and squeezed her nipples, bitting into one her nipples which resulted to Sara's breathing quickening and she lifted her back, and began to put more pressure on the King's throbbing hard cock with her pussy.

Sara, begins to grind her pussy on top of the King's dick in a rhythm, with precum on the tip of his cock. With increasing arousal, somehow, the King managed to ask the gathering, "Where is Prince Pratap?", with both desire and command in his voice.

Sara upset with the King's indifference to her desire and lust, angrily whispers into the King's ear with hint of irritation, "I heard that Pratap Bhaiya, is ramming some street whores ass as usual. You Focus on me."

The Chief Minister, adjusting his erection in his pants, says, "Your Majesty, Prince Pratap must be on his way to the meeting."

The King flustered by Sara's word, ignoring what others had to say, his gaze fully attentive on Sara, "You Fucking Bitch, do havd such a hunger for my cock?", the King said to Sara with lust and desire. In the meantime, Sara's hands grab the king's cock hard and take's his in her pussy. "Ahh!" Sara put more than half of the King's cock in her wet pussy at once, and the King pushed the rest in ruthlessly.

Sara's eyes rolled back with pleasure as she felt the full length of the king's thick cock inside her. Sara was now started fucking the King's cock in a rhythm with speed. General Sonarika, still half naked bending over the table, with her cunt wet and juices flowing over her tighs, turned to look at the King with a mixture of lust and fear.

The King returns his attention to Sonarika's naked ass that was red and bleeding, and spanks her hard once again, the king places his hands between the crack of her ass, caressing her ass. Then by wetting his fingers with the juice of her own cunt, he inserts the slick finger into her asshole. "Send two soldiers, and call the prince here," said the King, shouting on top of Sonarika's pained screams, supressing her screams.

As soon as the King gave his order, the door of the room opened with a thud. Prince Pratap enters, his clothes a little disheveled, a pleasurable smile on his lips, his eyes full of alcohol and mischief. The prince's gaze looked around the room; The King was sitting on the chair, his dick mounted by the prince's step-sister Sara, and the King's fingers were playing inside the ass of the General Sonarika, who was bent on the war table half-naked. Every man's cock was throbbing inside theirs pants.

Pratap's eyes lingered on Sara for a moment. Sara's face was red with emotion, her eyes were closed with joy and she was riding the king's cock like a wild horse. Her boobs were moving up and down with every thrust, her nipples were hard as a stone.

"Your Majesty," said the Prince, "there is no need to send for me. I was just... busy inspecting... some local .... properties."

Sara was even more turned on as she was being ravaged in front of her step-brother, and moaned out loud, "Please, please... Your Majesty ....."

The King did not break his fucking rhythm inside Sara's pussy and asked Prince Pratap, "Tell me, do you enjoy the dirt of the streets or in the exquisite buffet of our palace?"

Prince Pratap's eyes were fixated and unable to move from the the sexy now tender with pain ass of General Sonarika. He got around closer to Sonarika, his erection was clearly visible in his pants. He grabbed Sonarika's hand tightly, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry..", the prince's voice was clear with lust, "I didn't know the General had such a skill behind her armor..."

Prince Pratap quickly unscrewed the general's upper armour, leaving the General naked, trembling, exposed for feating every eye present. Sonarika tried to resist, but Prince Pratap was adamant. Seeing Sonarika's big, soft round boobs and her clean shaven pussy, all the men in the council held their breath.

The King's grip tightened on Sara's waist, with both his hands free now, and he picked her up and laid her down on the table. And then, with a sharp and powerful thrust, the King thrust his cock back into Sara's pussy, which made Sara's breath faster and hotter, and Sara's pussy tightened around the King's cock. The speed of each thrust increased and their moans even louder. "I want solutions!" His Majesty said angrily, grabbing hold Sara's throat, his voice echoing through the chamber. "We cannot fail in this war with Manyakhet."

Prince Pratap pushed Sonarika against the cold stone wall with her big soft boobs rubbing against the cold palace walls. Pratap spread apart Sonarika's trembling legs with his legs , and pressed his erect long cock on her plump ass. Prince whispered in Sonarika's ear, "Do you know what happens to those who disappoints the Kingdom?"

There was both anger and fear in Sonarika's eyes, but she remained silent, gritting her teeth. Pratap grabbed Sonarika by the hair and forced her to look into his eyes. "I'll make sure you never disappoint Your Majesty again," he said angrily, his grip on her hair tightening even more.

Without wasting a moment, Prince's erect cock was inside Sonarika's wet pussy, and her pussy tightened around his dick, but instead of slowing down, Prince Pratap's began thrusting harder and stronger into her pussy, forcing Sonarika to scream in pain. Pratap didn't stop his brutal rhythm, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the chamber. Every thrust was a declaration of power, to claim her body and her dignity.

A minister, drenched in sweat, fearfully stepped forward. "Your Majesty, I am sorry to inform you that our diplomatic efforts with the Tailap Raj have failed. They are absolutely refusing to surrender the ports of Manyakhet."

His Majesty's eyes narrowed, his breath quicker and hotter as he kept thrusting into Sara, his hips pounding rhythmically on the table, deepening his words. "And the Spies we sent? Did they find any weakness?"

Sonarika's eyes filled with tears and undue anger as she felt Prince's cock tear her pussy beyond its limit, each thrust of Prince Pratap made Sonarika's body feel the shocks of pain and pleasure. Sonarika bit her lip to suppress her screams, her nails penetrating the walls, leaving a blood stains. Everyone in the assembly was now watching him fuck her pussy brutally.

There was an air of power and desire blowing through the room, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the sounds of pleasure and pain crashing against the old walls. The air was filled with the scent of sex and musk as the King and Prince established their rule over two of the most powerful women in the kingdom.

Suddenly, Maharaj's eyes fall on Samarjeet, sitting at the corner of the room, with a glint of cunning in his eyes. His Majesty's expression changes, and his thrusts seem slow and even more thoughtful at Sara's pussy. "Ah, the Bastard Son," the King says, a smirk on his lips. "What do you suggest, my sensible Samarjit?"

Samarjeet, unfazed by the view and scent of raw sex and ectasy, moves forward, his eyes on the brutal thrusts on Princess Sara's pussy and the merciless attack from Pratap on Sonarika's cunt. "War is probably our only solution, Your Majesty," he says, his voice steady. "But no ordinary war. It has to be a strategy and a war of deception."

The King's eyes squint, his interest piqued. He pauses for a moment on top of Sara's trembling body, signaling Samarjeet to continue. Sara, trying to catch her breath, watches with a mixture of jealousy and fascination as the king's illegitimate son takes center stage.

Samarjit, always a clever stratergist, comes closer, his eyes go to the map of Manyakhet laying in front on the table. "We should use the love story between the prince of Manyakhet and the sister of the queen of Panchal to our advantage. My Spies tell me that Prince Bhoj has invited Princess Kushi to a hunting camp for a private meeting. If something unfortunate was to happen to the princess...., when she is in the care of the Prince, it can be the perfect pretext for war."

The King's grip tightens on Sara's hips as he thinks of Samarjeet's words, his mind full of possibilities. With a growl, he pulls out of Sara's tight pussy and flips her over on her stomach, her chubby ass in the air, mauling over his illegitimate sons's words. The King grabs Sara's hips, aligning his cock with her wet pussy from behind.

The King grunts , "Continue, Samarjit," as the King began thrusting inside Sara's pussy with concession speed and power, his eyes on Samarjeet's face.

Sara's breath held a bit as the King shoved his cock inside her pussy from behind. Sara feels the hungry gaze of every man in the council on her ass as the King's hands grab her hips, squeezing her back and forth with every thrust of his cock.

Meanwhile, Sonarika, who is still pressed against the wall by Prince Pratap's strong arms, clinches her fists when the pain and humiliation of her brutal rape consumes her. Pratap, feeling the tightness of Sonarika's cunt, grunts happily. "Queen Jhanvi of Panchal won't sit quietly if something was to happen with her sister," Pratap adds on Samarjeet's plan, his breath hot near Sonarika's ear. "When she finds out about it... She will declare war on Manyakhet from the East."

General Sonarika, whose face was full of pain, bites her lip to stop the screams as Pratap's grip tightens on her hips. Her eyes darts towards the king, looking for mercy, but she finds nothing. Instead, she sees the King's eyes on her with a twisted smile as he fucks Sara's pussy from behind, his cock slick with her Sara's juices.

Gathering all her strength, Sonarika speaks through clenched teeth, her voice slightly trembling but strong. "If we march from the north, together with the Panchals, we can defeat Manyakhet with ease.", expecting mercy from the royal members.

The King pauses to thrust into Sara's pussy when he was thinking about the proposal, his hand caressing Sara's ass with calmness. "If Tailap Raj is killed in battle and Bhoj remains in Jhanvi's captive, it will be easy to capture and rape Princess Tamannah.", says the King with incearsing his thrust on Sara's pussy bent on the table.

"A war of deception," the king murmurs, teasing Sara's ass a little as he's fucking her from behind. "I like that."

Sarah, lost in a world of pleasure of her own, gasps when the King's cock hits her G-spot, sending a wave of ecstasy through her body. Sara squirms hard, and her pussy grips the king's cock tightly, moaning, "Daddy ..... ". The King also reaches climax, filling her cunt.

The king's strokes slow down, and with one last grunt, he cums inside and pussy, and plops out of Sara's cunt. The King's seed trickles down on Sara's thighs, creating a mess on the map of Manyakhet. Sara, now fully understanding the situation, gets up from the table, the skin of her naked body glistening with sweat, as she scoops the King's cum in her fingers from her inner thighs and starts licking it eargerly.

Sara, still holding the King's limping cock in her hands, asks, "How's the security at the hunting camp where Prince Bhoj and Princess Khushi are to meet?"

Samarjeet, not taking his eyes off from Sara, comes one step closer to her. He leans over and takes the dripping on Sara's thighs with his thumb. "It will be a bit tight during the day, but Princess Kushi is expected to arrive in the evening. To maintain the secrets, Bhoj will remove his security and keep only a little.", Samarjeet raised his finger to Sara's mouth, a hint of cunning on his lips.

Sara, strokes King's now lifeless cock into erection again, her eyes meet Samarjeet's as she takes his thumb in her mouth. She starts licking the cum from Samarjeet's thumb like a hungry cat drinking milk.

Prince Pratap started pushing into Sonarika's cunt harder and faster, in the end, he filled Sonarika's cum with his cum. Sonarika let out a slow scream. As the prince pulled his cock out of her pussy, Sonarika fell against the wall, her legs trembling.

The King saw Sonarika's trembling naked body and said to Prince Pratap, "Bring her to me." Pratap grabbed Sonarika by the hair and dragged her towards the King. The King looked into her eyes, "Your role will be very important here, General. You will send an anonymous message to Queen Jhanvi, warning her of the danger of her sister. But the message will be written in such a way that Jhanvi will not be able to do anything."

Sonarika, holding herself together, bows slightly, the shame still in her eyes. The King grabs one her bruised tits, "Good Bitch!. You know what to do." Sonarika, still uncomfortable with her treatment by the prince, nodded gently. She turns to leave the room, her legs still shaking from that brutal rape and punishment.

Prince Pratap, stood tall and proud in front of the king. His erection had not disappeared, but she had tucked it into his trousers. He knew that the King was making some big plans.

The King, with hope and lust in his eyes, looked at Pratap, and then Sara who was stroking his semi-erect cock, her eyes shining with excitement. "Pratap," the King said, his voice stern, "you will lead this mission, the future of our kingdom depends on it."

Pratap nodded his head into a yes, his mind reeling with the desire to fuck General Sonarika's tight asshole. The minute the King ended his speech, he adjusted his pants and followed Sonarika out, his gaze never looking away from Sonarika's bruised hips, the marks of the King's hands were clearly visible on her ass.

The Maharaja gave the meeting a deep nod and said, "Whatever we discuss here should stay in this room." His voice filled the silence. All the council members nodded, showing a sense of erection and excitement. They knew something big was going to happen. The king ended the meeting happy with their consent.

As the meeting reaches it end, the fate of the milky beauty Tamannah Bhatia of Manyakhet is the Prince's hands, King Veer brings his attention back to his willing daughter Sara. He pulls her closer to him, giving her a deep, passionate kiss, feeling the taste of his own cum on her tongue. The King lifts Sara in his arms, Sara wraps her legs around the King's waist, and the King thrust his erect cock back into her hot, cum-filled pussy.

The King lifted Sara on his cock and started walking towards the door, with every step his cock was entering Sara's pussy, which Sara was bouncing with every step and forcing the King to fuck even harder. Sara had a feeling that tonight was going to be even more fun.

 

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Chapter 6: Devotion of Daughter

The palace corridors stood deserted as the King carried Sara in his arms, his erection still buried within her slick hot pussy, making their way toward the balcony. This was where he typically addressed his subjects, but tonight only silence lingered—lights flickered across the courtyard below, interrupted occasionally by the distant hum of a patrol soilder. With each purposeful step, the King thrust deeper into Sara’s trembling cunt, her muffled moans warm against his shoulder.

Sara's pussy was still dripping with the King's seed from her prior fuck. Sarah moans quietly as the King lowered her onto the balcony and guided her to face the courtyard, where the idle standing nights guards were taking advantage of the silent night, indulging in the pleasure of fucking whores. Sara's naked body trembled from their earlier intercourse; she could still feel the aftershocks of her climax tingling across her exposed pussy in the cool night air, and she relished the sensation.

The King's hands traced slowly along her exposed naked body, and she could feel her Majesty growing against the crack lines of her ass. He softly kissed her collarbone before his fingers started teasing Sara's dripping pussy.

"Oh fuck, Daddy, this feels so damn good," Sara moaned, arching her body toward the King's, letting his fingers slide deeper inside her.

The King slowly turned Sara around and started massaging her ass. He leaned in close, pressing his lips against hers in a deep, lingering kiss. When they finally broke apart, his hands were still gripping her thick, round cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze. Sara wrapped her arms around his neck, then reached down to stroke his dick. Though spent and half-hard from the first round, the sheer heat and weight of his cock against her palm made her squirm with need.

"Mmmm ......," groaned the King, "my dirty little girl, you ready for this?"

"Hell yes, Daddy. God, please! Just announce to everybody I'm your fucktoy?"

Sara tightened her grip around her dad's cock as the King started thrusting slow and deep into her grip. She spat on her palm before rubbing her cum dripping pussy all over his dick, spreading the wetness with slow, teasing strokes.

Sara's hands were teasing the King's cock with soft strokes when he suddenly grabbed her face and kissed her hungrily. His dick stiffened instantly, twitching against her skin. Without warning, he spun her toward the courtyard railing—where guards were already watching—and forced her legs apart. Sara leaned forward, letting tracing of her heavy tits spill over the railing as the King pressed the head of his shaft against her dripping pussy. He pushed in slowly at first, savoring the tight stretch before picking up rhythm. Every shallow thrust drew ragged moans from Sara's throat.

Sarah gripped the railing tight as she pushed her whole body back, forcing King's thick cock deep inside her dripping pussy. Her stretched-out cunt—already wrecked from a long night of fucking—couldn't get enough of his fat dick stuffing her full. King's balls slapped against her bare ass with every rough thrust, the wet smacks echoing in the room.

"Mmmh... Aaaah...! Daddy—just like that!" Sara's moans echoed through the courtyard, making the guards snap their heads toward her. Some stopped fucking their own whore's just to stare at her golden tits bouncing wildly, while others got even rougher with their whore watching how their King hammered into his little slut. The King smirked at Sara’s desperate whimpers and moans, loving how she took it like a good girl.

"Truly a bitch -- —just like your goddamn mother," the King smirks, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "If you're that fucking desperate to get railed, that you behave like a bitch in heat, why don't you ride my dick yourself?"

Sara took it like a challenge, moaning louder than she ever had before. Still braced against the railing, she rode her King's thick cock with desperate urgency, feeling every inch of him stretching her soaking wet pussy. Her walls clenched tight around his shaft as she sank all the way down, letting out a throaty moan when she bottomed out, staying there for a beat—just feeling him fill her completely.

"Oh god...fuck me harder!" Sara moaned, breathing heavily as she glanced toward the courtyard. Most of the guards had already shoved their dicks back inside the whores' pussies and started pounding them again—only a few were still jerking off while watching the action.

Sara could see down in the courtyard by the water fountain how Prince Pratap had pinned General Sonarika beneath him. Like some rabid dog mounting a bitch in heat, Pratap gripped Sonarika's hips and drilled into her ass with brutal, relentless thrusts. Sonarika's head hung low in ecstasy, her mouth gaping open in a silent scream.

The Kings gaze also fell upon Prince Prataps's action and was also enjoying the view as he slowly rocked his hips deeper into Sara's pussy, careful not to pull his dick all the way out.Sara loved it—she wanted him to stay buried inside her just a little longer.

"Damn Little Slut .., you are still so wet and tight for me," King growled. Sara glanced over her shoulder with a smirk, "Hope you're enjoying this, daddy?"

"Mmm...fuck yeah...you dirty little bitch, you know exactly what I want," King growled. Sara could feel every thick inch of his cock moving inside her, sending waves of pleasure through her body until she couldn't hold back her moans.The ripe stink of his last load still clung to her skin—god, she wanted him to dump another hot fucking mess inside her, fill her up till she couldn't think straight.

"I want you to pound my pussy hard, fuck me and fill me up, breed me. Daddy, fuck me anywhere, anytime—I don't give a fuck who sees," Sara moans. The King laughs as he slams a couple of ruthless thrusts into her dripping cunt.

"You filthy little thing, I'll fuck you whenever the hell I want," the King growled, slamming his thick cock deep into Sara's tight pussy. Her legs spread wide as his massive dick stretched her to the limit. He lifted her effortlessly in the air, hooking her knees over her shoulders to expose her dripping cunt completely. The King pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust making her wet cunt tight around her dick. "Gonna keep this needy cunt stuffed full of my cum," he snarled, and feeling Sara's pussy tighten even more around his dick at those words. She writhed beneath him, moaning wildly as he pounded into her without mercy.

With another rough grunt, the King shoved Sara up a few inches before yanking her back down hard in one sharp pull. The princess screamed and moaned louder, spit starting to dribble from her open mouth as she gasped. The King kept pounding her up and down on his cock, lifting his hips with each brutal thrust, driving deeper with every slam of their bodies.

"You're such a fucking filthy slut. From now on, you'll only wear what I fucking tell you—no more covering up. I want to see those tits, that wet pussy, and that fat ass through the clothes. Only shit that makes it easy for me to use you whenever I want, got it?" the King growled, pounding the Princess on his cock as her moans grew even more desperate and lust-filled.

"Yes... Daddy... Your Highness," Sara moaned, her tits bouncing against her chest from the brutal pace of his thrusts. The King hammered into her pussy hard, driving deep as he worked toward his climax. Sara came again from the rough fucking, his thick cock stretching her tight cunt. She could feel his balls slapping against her as he emptied his load inside her, filling her up with hot cum.

The princess kept riding the king's dick, and the king was dumping his load deep inside her pussy. Slowly, Sara's breath hitched, the king still buried inside her. Sara glanced down to see General Sonarika—after getting railed by Pratap—lying motionless in the grass, covered in cum, sweat, and blood, looking like she'd been fucked beyond recognition.

The princess started slipping, struggling to pull herself off the King's softening dick, but her feet still dangled inches above the floor. She tried pushing him backward so she could plant her soles down, but the King just tightened his grip around her waist, keeping his cock buried deep in her cum-filled pussy to stop it from slipping out. His load started dripping down the backs of her thighs instead.

As the princess kept grinding down, trying to pull herself off his cock, she could feel him hardening inside her again. The King had nearly lifted her clean off his dick—her toes just barely brushing the floor—when he slammed her back down, driving his thick shaft deep into her tight pussy with a rough thrust that made her gasp.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna enjoy you for a long time," the king groaned, pinning Sara down onto the floor. Her hands were trapped beneath his muscular body as he slowly started thrusting his cock back into her dripping wet pussy. With each deep stroke, thick ropes of cum spilled down the princess's trembling thighs.

Sara's pussy was swollen from being fucked so much. "Cum inside me again, Daddy," she moaned through the pain. The King answered her plea by pounding her harder, his thick, hard cock stretching her tight hole completely. His balls slapped against her dripping wet cunt with each thrust, like he was spanking her from the inside.

The princess kept her hands where they were as she was about to cum for the third time. Sara's pussy clenched tight around the king's cock, and this time when he started cumming inside her, she felt every pulse of his dick, his load shooting straight into her womb. She could feel herself getting heavier, her cunt completely stuffed with two massive loads.

The King pulled his cock out of her wet pussy with a slick pop, then smacked Sara's cum-smeared cunt hard with his palm—driving the Princess right back to the edge of another orgasm. Satisfied for now, he left Sara sprawled on the balcony's cold, sticky tiles, still dripping with his hot seed. He staggered into the next room, without even glancing back at the Queen's shocked gasps, collapsing onto plush velvet sheets where he passed out instantly.

 

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Chapter 7 : The Prince of Shadows

As Samarjit walked out of the war council room, the door slammed shut behind him, the loud moaning of Princess Sara muffling behind the door. Inside the war council room, The King grabbed his sexy naked daughter by her slender waist, hoisted him on his dick and began to fuck her. Sara's legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

Samarjit climbed the spiral staircase to his room. His footsteps echoed against the bare walls.As he crossed the library, by the door he saw Queen Nayanthar lying on a table, her silk sari fallen from her body and gathered around her waist.A guard knelt between the queen's trembling thighs, his tongue deep inside her cunt. The wet slurping sounds—schlop-schlick-slurp—echoed through the silent library as his tongue plunged again and again into her cunt.

Nayanthara begins to moan. Her fingers go white as she grips the edge of the table. With her other hand, she presses the guard's mouth deeper into her cunt. Samarjit doesn't stay there for long. He doesn't react at all. He just keeps going. Behind him, Nayanthara's moans grew fainter with every step.

Samarjit went into his empty room and shut the door. He grabbed a bottle of cheap wine and, instead of pouring it into a cup, began drinking straight from it. The crimson-amber liquid dripped from his chin as he drank gulp after gulp. Samarjit took off his silk clothes – the silks that had been scratching him like a jute sack. From a chest hidden beneath his bed, he pulled out a pair of pure cotton trousers and a loose shirt. The rough fabric made him feel right at home, utterly comfortable.

Samarjit slipped out of the palace to the stables in the dead of night, quietly navigating the palace's hidden servants' passage. The earthy scents of hay and horses had replaced the palace perfumes. He slipped past a sleeping stable boy and made his way towards the rear gate.

Beyond the walls, the city throbbed—the stench of sewage and frying onions mingled with incense smoke. Samarjit moved invisibly through crooked alleys, past shuttered shops and dripping laundry lines. He reached a crumbling courtyard bathed in garish red lanterns. Laughter echoed from the open windows. Two hulking guards stood on either side of the velvet entrance, and as soon as he approached they immediately saluted him with their fists to their chests.

The first guard saluted and said, "Prince Samarjit, welcome home."

Samarjit passed through the velvet curtains and entered the main hall of his brothel. The air there struck him physically—it was thick with opium smoke, sweat and spilled alcohol. Everywhere prostitutes were being fucked—in the open, in secret, pressed against the walls. Sex was happening in broad daylight; no spot was untouched. Semi-naked prostitutes were bouncing in the laps of businessmen.

The soldiers' hands were playing with the women's nipples inside their blouses.

In the smoke-filled hall, chaos reigns. Against the far wall, an experienced prostitute named Kajol is fucking a soldier, her bare thigh slamming against his hips. The prostitute is leaning back in sheer excitement, moans escaping her throat as the soldier grips her waist and thrusts upwards. Her skirts lie around her legs like discarded sails.

Nearby, reclining like a king on a velvet chair, Royal Priest is moaning. Two beautiful whores, Neeru and Parineeti, are kneeling before him, their mouths moving up and down on the Priest's cock. One bitch is licking his cock, and the other, with hungry eyes, is licking his balls. Priest's fingers are tangled in their hair.

At the gambling table, the dice are clattering. Men there are loudly staking their money and honour. At that very table sat a gambler, and beneath it a young, voluptuous whore, probably not even eighteen, was vigorously sucking the gambler's cock. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks the gambler's cock even tighter. A soft gagging sound escapes her throat.

Samarjit moves through that chaos as if nothing has happened. His eyes scan the entire room—calculating, detached. Debt. Favour. Secrets. Here, that's the real currency.

Samaraji stops in front of a thick velvet curtain. Behind it, muffled slaps – thwack-thwack-thwack – mingle with choked sobs. A merchant grunts in a work-hardened, brutal voice. Samarjit lifts the edge of the curtain and peeps inside.

A wealthy businessman was pinning a slender young girl, no more than sixteen, against a wall. The girl's face is pressed into the plaster of the wall, her skirt bunched around her hips, her bra straps slipping off her shoulders. The businessman's thick fingers are wrapped around her throat. Samarjit notes the face, releases the curtain. The wet slap of flesh resumes behind him—thwack-thwack-gasp.

Samarjit pauses, then turns again to take in the scene of the brothel. The air is thick with intoxication and growing excitement – the stench of sex and desperation. There, Bipasha was dancing naked on the brothel's entertainment table so that the players' eyes would be on her, not on the game.

Samarjit doesn't hang about for long. He moves on down the corridor, past a room where Divyanaka a prostitute giggles as a soldier pours alcohol over her naked breasts.

The wooden stairs leading from the main hall to his private room creak under his shoes. As he climbed halfway up the stairs, a man was pissing on the face of a prostitute called Asin, who knelt silently and drank it. "Bitch, you're only fit to drink piss; your cunt isn't worthy of anyone's cock."

Samarjit's not the sort to look around or linger. He heads straight up the stairs to his private room.

He pulls a heavy iron key from his pocket. The lock opens smoothly with a click. He pushes inside, closes the door and bolts it. The chaos below—the moans, the sounds of slaps, drunken shouting, the clatter of dice—becomes a muffled, distant heartbeat.

Inside, the room was completely full: a low bed, a sturdy wooden wardrobe, and a single tall window overlooking the filthy alley below. Samarjit took off his clothes. Finally, once he was naked, the faint moonlight fell on his lean body. In place of perfume or sweat, the cool night breeze, carrying the light scent of woodsmoke and damp earth, swept over him.

 

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Chapter 7 : Prince of Shadows (Part - 2)

Samrajit was in his room, enjoying the cool breeze while naked. Just then, he heard the sound of his door opening, but before he could turn to look, two hands grabbed his waist. And slowly, with one hand, she grips Samrajit's semi-erect penis firmly and strokes it, saying, “Little one, you've really grown up…”

Samrajit, without any reaction, simply closes his eyes and drowns in those arms. The warmth of those arms and the jasmine-scented fragrance in them transports Samarjit back to that night when, in the sweltering heat, he was hiding under the bed with his older sister, while their mother was fucking a drunk man's cock above the bed. And his sister takes Samarjit's wrist and places it on her bare breasts beneath her open blouse. Her warmth is just the same today, her scent still the same.

Samarjit's voice, deep and strained, says, “Didi…”

Samarjit's older sister lovingly laid him in her lap, her hands continuously stroking his cock. Her practiced hands had served men for years who saw her as nothing more than a hot pussy, only interested in fucking her. Her grip on Samarjit's cock tightened, and she began stroking it with great skill. Genelia knew Samarjit's desires better than any whore in his brothel. She had measured every moan of Samarjit's since he was a trembling child. Genelia's thumb circled the tip of his cock, teasingly stroking it.

Samarjit closed her eyes again, her fingers tugging at her sister's sari pallu, and the pallu slid from her sister's shoulder down to her waist. Her sister's luscious, round breasts popped out in front. The scent of her older sister's skin—a mix of sweat and jasmine oil—carried him back. It reminded him of those suffocating nights under the cot, the taste of his older sister's breast and her salty skin on his tongue when she hushed him. Now he instinctively leans forward and takes his sister's round, plump breasts into his mouth to suck. He took the nipple into his mouth, gently sucking as if a lost lamb had found its mother again. His tongue circled the hardened nipple, soft gasps escaping his sister's throat. Samarjit's sucking rhythm matched his sister's strokes.

Big sister's hand was expertly stroking Samarjit's cock with firm pressure, her thumb playing with the sticky precum at the tip, while Samarjit moaned, pressing her breasts into his mouth.

Samarjit, sucking her breasts like a little child, says, “That vixen... Hania... has wrapped Prince Surya around her little finger.” His sister's thumb circled his cock, gathering a thick bead of precum. “Queen Katrina herself… saw Hania's rough fucking… like an animal in heat.” A soft moan escaped Samarjit's mouth as his sister's fingers tightened around his cock. “The spies say she's bewitched him… just as we planned.” Samarjit bit down hard on his sister's nipples, making her scream.

Samarjit lifts his head, panting, his voice muffled against her tits, “But Didi… how did you know… that the King wouldn't fuck Hania himself and would let her go, given his hunger for young cunt?”

Her older sister smiled, untying the knot of the sari wrapped around her waist so that it fell to the floor, and said, “Lil One, The King… he has never even touched any other Kushani girl, let alone fuck her.” Her other hand rubbed Samarjit's saliva onto her nipple. “Queen Katrina's jealousy has led the King to either throw every Kushani to the hungry soldiers' cocks or sell them off to wealthy patrons.” Samarjit's sister lowered his head slightly, “No Kushani other than Queen Katrina has ever laid eyes on the Maharaj's cock.”

Genelia shifts her body weight, swinging one leg gracefully over Samarjit's hips and lowering herself upside down toward his hips until her wet pussy is just a few inches from his mouth. With her other hand, she grips Samarjit's cock and, using his precum, massages it. Once in position, Genelia slowly lowers her head and, with her tongue, licks the slit of his cock where the precum is oozing, tasting it.

“Young Prince Surya is about to turn 18,” she says, licking Samarjit's cock, “...what better gift for a virgin prince than a hot, wet young pussy, one the King himself wants to fuck the hell out of?”

His sister's tongue was slowly teasing around Samarjit's cock, then suddenly she slid it into her mouth and began sucking it, as if she'd been starving for it all this time. “Didi—,” Samarjit panted with excitement, “Hania has solidified her position; now, with a whisper of my command, Prince Surya can be with the gods even as he's being fucked.” Samarjit moaned as his sister's lips began sucking his cock even harder.

His older sister pulls her mouth away from Samarjit's cock, using the back of her wrist to wipe the spit and precum from her chin, and says. “Stupid,” she said softly, her pussy glistening, wet and ready to be fucked, right above Samarjit's open mouth, “Why kill him when she can ruin Young Prince? Let Hania finish him off—his sleep, his mind, his mental strength, his seed. A broken heir is worse than a dead one."

Samarjit, unable to restrain himself any longer from the scent of her pussy, lowered his head and began to slowly run his tongue along her slit, tasting his sister's pussy as he said, "Prince Pratap, --“ Samarjit continues licking his sister's pussy, ”Now there's only that one stubborn man standing between me and the throne."

Samarjit's fingers grip his sister's hair tightly, and she pushes his cock deeper into her throat. Moaning on her spit-soaked pussy, Samrajit says, “He's powerful, but he's the ultimate slave to lust — he'd even sell himself for a wet pussy." Samarjit's tongue hits his sister's G-spot.

Samarjit's tongue moves inside his sister's pussy, on her G-spot, making her thighs tremble. Genelia's pussy starts to drip lightly into his mouth. “Today itself Prince Pratap—,” Samarjit says as he slides his fingers into his sister's pussy, “entered the council late, reeking of cheap liquor and whore pussy. And he saw our General Sonarika bent over the war table, naked, her ass spanked red and sweaty by the King's spanking."

Samarjit, with his free hand, grabbed his sister's head and shoved his cock deeper into her throat. "The King's hand hadn't even warmed up yet when Pratap grabbed Sonarika by the neck and slammed her against the wall. He spread Sonarika's bloodied buttocks, pulled out his cock, and thrust it straight into her cunt, while the rest of the council and the King sat by watching him fuck her mercilessly. Sonarika's scream was trapped in the stone walls, her fingers digging into those poor walls." Samarjit lifted his hips, slamming his cock down onto Genelia's throat. “These bastards—Prince Pratap—are like wild beasts who'll even snatch away another man's warm flesh.”

Genelia's body went completely rigid. - not from choking on Samarjit's cock, but from the sudden flashback to that night when Gulab Singh, the brothel owner at the time, had pinned her to the ground in the brothel's courtyard with his own hands and torn her virgin pussy—she was only sixteen. Her thighs were trembling from that brutal thrust. Gulab's other soldiers circled her like vultures, their cocks swaying as they waited for their turn. When one of them grabbed his sister by the hair, yanked her head back, and shoved his cock into her mouth, Gulab Singh was brutally fucking her blood-soaked cunt from above.

Then they turned her over. Another soldier held her hands above her head, while the other shoved his cock into her mouth after the first soldier's cum had gone down her throat. Gulab then slid his cock back into her pussy and began fucking her. She screamed, but the sound was stifled when another man's cum filled her throat. And there, in the hallway, Samarjit stood—still just a little boy of only ten years old—along with the others in the brothel, watching his sister being ravaged. His face was wet with tears. Inside Samarjit, a strong feeling was growing—rage, a cold, clear determination.

Back in present, Samarjit pulled his tongue out of his sister's pussy. His sister's lips were trembling on his cock; she wasn't sucking it anymore—she was just staring at it. Samarjit gently pulled his cock out of her mouth. A line of spit and precum connected his sister's lips to his shaft. Samarjit wiped it away with his hand. “Didi…,” he said as he slid out from beneath her. His sister's pupils were blown wide and unfocused.

Genelia's eyes snapped back into focus—but not on Samarjit; on the sight of Gulab Singh's blood streaming down her thighs, that blood as hot as a dying dog's piss. That was the night Samarjit claimed this brothel as his own and his sister. That night, when Samarjit cut off Gulab Singh's cock—which had been thrust into his sister's cunt—in the brothel's courtyard, in front of every soldier, every whore, and every onlooker, Gulab's cock was spurting blood in Samarjit's hands. Samarjit shoved that severed penis into Gulab's mouth before cutting his head off at the neck. And after the gruesome murder of his master, he spreads his sister's blood-soaked thighs, he fucked her like a dog in front of everyone, declaring, “Now she's mine.”

Genelia's breath caught for a moment as her minds rushes back to the present, a shiver ran through her body, but this time she wasn't afraid. Genelia's hands grip Samarjit's cock so tightly that he groans in pain. “Just as you declared your claim on me that night,” she demanded, her voice laced with mischief, “make me yours just like that today.”

Samarjit didn't hesitate. He moved behind her on the bed, lined his cock up with her wet pussy, grabbed her hips firmly, and with one thrust slid his cock all the way inside her, then began pounding her hard. “You're mine,” he growled, thrusting hard into her pussy. His sister's cunt clenched around his cock, hot and slick, as if she'd been waiting for this rough fucking for ages. Samarjit fucked her just like he had in that courtyard for the first time: his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy at lightning speed, sweat-soaked skin slapping against skin, the bed frame banging against the stone wall.

Genelia turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder, panting, “Harder.” Samarjit grabbed his sister's neck with one hand and pulled her down, then with his other hand lifted her hips even higher, her thighs trembling. He thrust deep into her pussy again without stopping, this time even deeper and more forcefully, forcing a guttural moan from his sister's throat. Her sister's hands were gripping the sheets, the fabric wringing as Samarjit fucked her pussy at a relentless pace, the wet flesh slapping with each thrust.

Samarjit suddenly grabbed his sister's arms tightly and yanked her against his chest in one swift pull—his cock was already buried deep inside her pussy. This sudden move made Genalia gasp; her hips slammed against his as Samarjit grabbed her thighs with both hands and thrust her forward, driving his cock even deeper into her pussy. He bit her earlobe, then moved one hand from her thigh to roughly squeeze her breast, rubbing her nipple with his thumb until it grew even harder.

Samarjit gripped his sister's hips tightly and lifted her until only the tip of his penis was inside. For a heartbeat, he held her there—then he forcefully lowered her back down onto his cock, filling her pussy completely with the full length of his shaft. With that force, they both let out a simultaneous moan, pleasure mingling with that sweet pain.

Samarjit leaned forward, pressing his chest against her sister's back, grabbed her chin, and turned her face toward him. Their lips met in a messy, biting kiss—more teeth and tongue than lips—as he shifted his weight beneath her, rolled them onto their side, and pinned his sister to the bed beneath him.

The transition was very rough; her sister's legs went limp when Samarjit settled between them, his cock still inside her pussy. He placed one hand by her head and ran the other through her hair, forcing her to look at him. He didn't pull his cock out—instead he pressed in deeper with his hips, driving it harder into her pussy, making her let out a moan. “Tell me, whom do you belong?” he said in a low voice, his tone carrying a wild intensity.

Genelia moaned beneath him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Only yours,” she panted, her eyes wide and her lips parted. Her thighs trembled around Samarjit's hips, her pussy clenching in an effort to pull him deeper inside. “Yours alone.”

Samarjit let out a heavy breath, his forehead pressed against hers, sweat dripping between them. He shifted his weight, pulled his cock halfway out, then thrust it back in hard with a single stroke, the wet slap of skin echoing in the chamber. His sister's legs opened even wider, pulling his cock deeper inside. Samarjit was now fucking her with brutal strokes.

Genelia moaned loudly as he pounded her hard. She gripped the sheet tightly when Samarjit thrust into her pussy forcefully. They both began to shake—he was on the verge of cumming, and she could feel that she was about to come too. His sister's pussy squeezed his cock as her climax drew near. Samarjit's thrusts grew faster and sloppier. “Inside—ah!—inside me,” she panted.

Samarjit growled, gave one last hard thrust, his cock swelled, and with a trembling groan he came inside his sister's pussy. His sister's pussy, her ass, and the steady stream of cum filled her; she moaned beneath Samarjit, reaching her own climax and even grinding against him, her pussy milking his cock in aftershocks.

Samarjit fell on top of his sister, his weight pressing her into the sweat-soaked sheets. His breathing was rapid against his sister's collarbone, his limbs heavy with exhaustion. His flaccid cock was still inside his sister's pussy, their bodies still joined, and his cum was leaking from around the edges of his shaft out of her pussy. His sister's fingers lazily traced patterns on his wet back, his breathing slowly returning to normal, and the tension draining from his muscles.