The Impregnator -Ch #12&13

Chapter 12: Queen Sonia's murder and King takes a break, goes home

When we returned to the Palace, the King Namarda was already waiting for us at the lobby and ushered us to the meeting room, where his Prime Minister Mosan waited for us.

Mosan, an old wise man of the State was also the father of the First Queen Jyothi. Queens Jyothi, Anu, Sonia and Padmini too were present in the hall.

King Namarda stated that he was extremely sorry that I as his guest was the target of two life-threatening attacks for my successes in bed with his queens, thus foiling the Enemy King's plans of incapacitating his state. I made the usual noises of sympathizing with him That was the least I could do then.

It was decided that PM Mosan would start a detailed Security ramp-up and institute an investigation personally to ensure that no more enemy attacks would threaten disruption of my 'Impregnation service' to the women of the palace. " Our future is in your hands, you see, King Kamasutran", King Namarda said finally, getting up.

' Not my hands, my cock you mean, you sissy', I thought silently and looked at queens who all caught my eye and my line of thinking and smiled back conspiratorially.

King Namarda behaved as if he never noticed it. 

The next morning I returned to my chambers, after an invigorating exercise (Read 'plain screwing') in the Royal Garden again, but this time with the other supple and delicate Queen Padmini. She was made for a long drawn out lovemaking and there was a marked difference in the way I had treated her, compared to that with Queen Anu. I had teased and kissed her everywhere, slowly undressed her, seduced her without any hurry.

We had had slow and lingering lovemaking on the granite steps of the Garden for nearly an hour. Our climax had hit us the way sea waves crashing on the rocky shores would, wave after a crashing wave completely draining us in the end and we had dissolved under those waves of tumultuous waves of pleasure. No doubt this was also a successful attempt in the mission of impregnation as Padmini too had received the full blast of my royal seed. My cock felt a little sore as Padmini's tight yoni had milked me greedily till the last sperm drop was in her and my kneecaps were chafed by kneeling and moving on the stone steps.

I was surprised to see Sahana, my original bodyguard waiting for me at the lounge.

" Hey, Sahana, How are you, my dear?" I asked nearing her and reaching out for her hand. " My King, I am now back on my feet and feeling pretty good", she answered me smiling and getting up to salute me.

" You sure about that?" I asked doubtfully and took her hand drew her near me.

"Yes, you could check me out, of course. I mean whether I am fit or not." she lingered on. " But it is always a King's right to reject an injured and failed Bodyguard, of course, that's the custom here"

Those words gave me a temptingly erotic idea of what to do next about examining her fitness. 

"Ah ha! The thought never crossed my mind. Then be prepared for a detailed check-up", I said feeling like a rascal and seated myself on the gold and silk throne while she stood in front of me, her gleaming flat ebony belly level with my eyes. Her small navel seemed to smile at me and ask what mischievous plans I had for her next.

My hands caressed the ebony tabletop of her belly and those strong muscles fluttered and made her gasp. My left hand removed the hindrance of her sabre and sword, which were belted at her side, The sabre and sword divested, she now looked a little vulnerable and like a woman I could manage.

My hands rubbed along the black granite of her strong muscular thighs and climbed upward to encounter the cotton loincloth (Read present-day 'panties') at the junction of her thighs.

Sahana squirmed but I would not let go. She had to go though whatever fitness test I felt was justified then.

I cupped her balloon-like buttocks, enjoying the feel of smooth yielding globes, undid the knot of her loincloth and let go.

" Ahh! MMMM" groaned Sahana amorously as her loincloth fell down and cool air of the room ruffled up her freshly grown pussy hairs so exposed below the skirt. Mind you, she used to be clean-shaven before the accidental attack and the duration of her recovery at doctors' Clinic had made them sprout up.

I buried my head and face up into the firm but yielding stomach and kissed her deep navel with a loud 'smack' and drew her nearer so my fingers could nestle in her pussy folds.

Her pussy felt hot and juicy and my shameless fingering for a few minutes did no good to her composure. She stomped around me uncontrollably and loud moans emanated from her mouth now as passion raged in her statuesque body.

I pulled the fleshy outer lips her pussy apart with middle finger and thumb so that her entrance was well splayed out and toyed with her budding clitoris with my forefinger. I pressed the stalk of her clit down into the soft and wet nether folds making her quiver uncontrollably.

This elicited a sharp hum from her followed with a low moan that went, " Oh, Dear King..You make me so horny..I feel like a bitch watching you fuck all those queens in front of me...Ahhhhh!"

Now she shamelessly thrust her strong pelvis forward at me, making my fingers bury up to knuckles in the oven-like cavity of her womanhood. Her pussy badly needed one of those stormy lovemaking sessions that I had had with the queens.

It was my turn to squirm too as my royal cock sported a hard-on that needed some real attention from this woman, assigned as my bodyguard.

'Well, she is supposed to take care of my body, isn't she, then why not...' I was thinking as I frigged her liquid hot pussy with my fingers, all done under the mischievous guise of ascertaining her fitness. Well, neither of us minded this teasing intermission really. Our sweet pastime was abruptly interrupted and as we heard frantic knocking on the door of my chambers. I reluctantly extricated my wet fingers, her 'salila '( pussy discharge in Sanskrit) trickling all over them. We rearranged ourselves to a semblance of modesty and Sahana let the anxious caller in.

It was a royal messenger and he was so excited that all he could was blurt out in a high pitched tone that Queen Sonia had been murdered in the palace last night.

" What..." I started but the next few words died in my mouth.

We stood spellbound trying to digest the shocking news.

" Yes sir", he confirmed breathing heavily, " She has been killed in her bedroom, her throat has been slit!" Hardly believing what we had heard, we ran out then, our hearts thudding as we climbed the few marble steps leading to Sonia's chambers. Somehow, ten steps of them felt like a thousand then.

All other Queens also stood there tearful and dumbfounded looking at the wasted bloody body of Sonia as it lay on the bed. 

Her throat had been slit and she had never had a chance. She had died in minutes after this dastardly attack, I surmised.