The Impregnator : 1-11

Note : This story is completely fictional!

The period and location: Medieval Monarchical era in India.
The story is in told in first person by the hero, King Kamasutran.

Ch. 1: The message

It all started when I had just made love to my third queen and was recovering my breath next to her hot sweaty body and my own manhood limp, dripping with our combined juices slowly diminishing in size. My personal assistant knocked on the door and I adjusted our clothes and let him in.

He bowed with his eyes twinkling at our condition and said humbly.
“My Lord! There is an urgent message from King Namarda, our immediate neighbour, which deserves your immediate attention”
I sighed and asked him to wait in the next room and I will follow him. Namarda was my father-in-law’s brother who ruled over a prosperous state next to my kingdom and we were very close. My assistant gave me a silken letter, which summed up the issue as follows:

Due to a voodoo spell cast by his enemies, his kingdom faced a humanitarian crisis. Strangely all men in the state had lost their libido and turned impotent.

It was shocking and ALL men had fallen into this spell or disease, God knows what. As his kingdom now faced a shortage of soldiers due to a recent war this crisis could not have come at a worse time. The King implored me that at least in the next twenty years a formidable army of men and women has to be formed and the time for action was now. The action he suggested was strange but fascinating indeed.
I was to go over to his kingdom as a saviour and my mission was to ‘impregnate’ as many women as I could in the next couple of months starting from his queens, princesses and womenfolk of the Ministers’ and Army Commanders’ families. I gasped at the audacity of his suggestion and the implications therein.

The letter continued, I would be provided with a private luxurious palace with all royal facilities and I was free to choose any woman at any time and place for making love without any protection and come in their wombs till one day she got pregnant.

I sat down, my mind in a whirl at the possibilities this invite threw at me, on one side this was a man’s wildest dream, and on the other were moral and social implications in my family.

I convened a meeting of all my queens and put the issue of producing ‘issues’ in the next kingdom to them. The ladies thought long and hard, aware of my royal duties, argued and consulted each other, but my second Queen, Sheena whose uncle was the King of a neighbouring state, prevailed on all of them that it was my royal duty to protect and foster her uncle in this distress, they all gave me the green light and with a thumping heart and my manhood secretly jumping in joy in my jocks at the awesome possibilities and delights that awaited me in the next few months, I agreed to this ‘ mission’ and sent message to the king to arrange ‘everything’.

Ch. 2: Arrival to Carnal land

I arrived in my silver chariot drawn by four powerful horses, covering the road in three hours on a hot afternoon. It was at the entrance that I saw King Namarda with all his family members present to welcome me. He hugged me warmly at the door and his first Queen, Jyothi, a luxuriously built woman of voluptuous proportions, in late thirties clad in gold brocade sari arrived with laughing eyes and sprayed me with perfumes, a sign of welcome.

My mind immediately recorded her charming body structure and disposition and chose her to be my one of earliest mates. The second Queen, Sonia, a charming woman in thirties came near me, her superbly formed breasts in silver bra and her sweet swollen hips rhythmically swinging in her gait, clad in matching silver embroidered dazzling sari approached me and garlanded me with jasmines.

I rubbed her smooth soft arms languidly when I bent my head to accept the garland and could not help but stare lewdly at the her deep V of the bra and the soft-nippled breasts hidden therein. She had an intoxicating perfume about her that got me. On the way to the capital I saw that almost all the women gathered on the streets cheering me on, no doubt happy about my arrival to take care of them all.

Men were almost non-existent there and probably hiding behind the doors, overcome with shame at their state. The excellent thing about the women of this kingdom was that they all belonged to Padmini type of women categorised in the Kama Sutra.

The chief features of Padmini women are that they are tall and have dark long hair, their teeth are pearl white, well formed, have sweet breath and sport small red lips, they have sweet body odour, usually have well rounded soft thirty-eight inch breasts or above, their necks are superbly formed with delicate smooth skin and very erogenous to touch. The waist is small but soft to touch and they have clear skinned buttocks full of soft muscles and smooth as silk. The yoni (pussy) is like a well formed lotus flower, pink inner lips, always wet with her sweet pungent juices like dripping honey, soft petal like outer lips, small cherry shaped clitoris. With these thoughts no doubt bringing my cock up with hot lusty blood flooding my organ, balls tightening, cock itself bobbing softly in my loose robe unhindered by any shorts, I entered my private palace and moved closer to my mission that awaited therein.

Ch. 3: The bodyguard

The interiors of the palace were tastefully decorated and I was seated on a throne with silken cushions and windows were open to a large swimming pool and a lovely garden with flowering and fruit bearing trees.

The breeze was cool and the setting was apt for the ladies to make their presence felt, but it had to be the king, Namarda himself who came over and sat near me and spoke thus: “Oh, King Kamasutran, thanks from the bottom of my heart for acceding to our strange request. In the following days I hope you will enjoy our hospitality and the ladies will only make your stay worthwhile, so ‘Serve and be served’! If there is any thing other than the beautiful women, who will be at your beck and call, that you need of me, please do not hesitate. One word of caution though; my enemies who are responsible for this despicable crime of turning our men impotent may attack you as you are the only impediment to their conspiracy now. I deploy my most trusted and competent Bodyguard, again a woman, named Sahana to be with you always,” he coughed, “Even during the most private moments when you are copulating, as attacks could come at any place and hour. I hope you will accept these arrangements as they are fully thought out and mutually agreeable, especially after you meet Sahana in person.”

He called out, “Sahana” and lo! She appeared out of the silver curtained doorway. I must say I have been blessed to seen many women as a king myself, but Sahana’s first vision took my breath away.

She was at least six feet three tall, brownish black in complexion and powerfully built. She had the mild demeanour of a virgin and hidden power of a cheetah. She was breathtakingly fascinating, a combination of beauty and brawn. She was wearing a close fitting gown, which was open at back and midriff. Her face was supremely calm with confidence and her watchful eyes were naturally black. Her neck gleamed with a shining black skin and her breasts, hardly concealed in her tight blouse, were at least each a ripe papaya fruit size. Her bare midriff had tight smooth abdominal muscles with a deep but small navel. Her buttocks were ample and well rounded and her thighs were superbly built with strong muscles and her legs were long and appropriate. She approached me, her walk like almost animal like, strangely mesmerising. She bowed with a quick bend of her waist and took my hands in her honey brown palms firmly and kissed it softly.
I was thrilled. Well, she had a body that needed guarding, not mine!

“At your service, day and night, your majesty,” she said softly with a firm voice.
“So am I,” I said and gave a wicked wink, which did not go unnoticed.
‘Sahana’ meant patience in local language and I thought it was apt for her. She gave a slow smile, nodded her head, and took position on my right, which was to be her position, as I gathered for the next few months, day and night!
“The ladies will soon appear and you can discuss with them, if you have a plan of action ready on their roles and, ah, their individual timetables.”
So saying the King gave a wicked smile himself, bowed to me and departed.
There was a flurry of activity near the doors and Sahana gave a slow sigh and said to me, “There they come.”
I nodded and got up to receive my beautiful visitors or rather the hosts themselves!