The Impregnator -Ch #12&13

My heart was thumping hard and I stood transfixed hardly believing the sight of the this gory sight. She had seemed so happy that she had become pregnant just over a day ago. In my mental eye I saw her, a dear woman who had pleasured me with 'Cold and Hot water' treatment to my cock leading to tempestuous climaxes. There were quite a few awesome moments I had shared with her privately in my endeavours to make her pregnant. 

Sadly, she had her life snatched away after realizing her dream of getting pregnant and had died before she could deliver a child to this impotent royal family. I felt a mad rage at the injustice of it all.

We all walked back silently to our chambers. The sight of King Namarda grieving over his queen's body was more than I could bear to see there.

The palace obviously wore a pall of gloom now, as all faces were downcast and dispirited. 

There was another meeting in The Royal Hall soon after, where the King Namarda said his arrangements for security had been breached unfortunately and he had lost a pregnant queen to an enemy plot. I told him there was a snake in the grass here and that it was an inside job.

" Someone has let a cat among the pigeons here. We have to find him and eliminate him immediately " I said with feeling. Yes, someone has got to pay for taking Sonia's life.

I proposed that I now return to my kingdom and take rest at home for a while when things sort of settled down here.

It was a difficult decision for them but I insisted on a short break that would do everyone some good, especially as the mood right now was not ripe for impregnation to continue. Besides, security needed to be tightened too. Finally I had my way with tem. It was becoming a habit now. ' Having my way' I mean, I thought smiling wryly at the pun even in those heavy moments.

It was further arranged as per my desire that I would take bodyguard Sahana along with me as enemy could strike at me anywhere and she was pretty useful. Pretty and useful, I mean! Shanti, the other bodyguard was assigned to look after all the queens in the harem here safely and try preventing any further attacks by the hidden foe.

Shanti understood this separation from me now was inevitable and nodded silently. I whispered to her that all this would pass; happy days would be back and so would I.

Shortly later I climbed onto my gold and velvet chariot drawn by seven horses along with a sober looking Sahana.

I bade good-bye to queens Jyothi ands Anu as best as I could under such circumstances and moved on.

The journey itself was uneventful. There was a lot on Sahana's mind and mine. We just held hands during the travel to my kingdom. Sometimes I would rub her palms or thighs absentmindedly and an occasional gasp would bring me back with a jolt that I had probably gone a little too far thus. 

Occasionally I did see the upper hemispheres of her breasts, taut under the army blouse jiggle around in them as the chariot rumbled on rutted tracks. On a couple of times we were jostled together, rubbed shoulders and sometimes a stiff nipple or a yielding boob would press against my hands or shoulders.

All this was so innocent, soothing and seemed to placate our vexed moods more than a little by way of welcome diversion.

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CHAPTER #13: Homecoming and his own wives engage him in unbridled actions 

My three wives, other family members and my ministers received me at the portico of my palace. The citizens who had caught sight of me on the way had cheered me on as we passed by.

My First queen Saroja Devi (In short called 'SD') who was now the reigning queen and looked after the State administration in my absence applied a red 'Tilak' on my forehead (a symbol of welcome) and hugged me tight as soon as I got down from the dusty chariot. I kissed her on her smooth cheeks and squeezed her big arse lovingly with one hand. I could feel her heavy tits crushed against my chest with the tightness of our embrace. I held her at an arm's distance and looked at her lovingly. Saroja is a vintage woman. Tall, dark, statuesque wife of mine smiled back with tears flooding her eyes.

My two other wives were Queen Bindu and Sheena who welcomed me with warm smiles and each one kissed me passionately giving me an inkling of how much they had missed me. I Introduced Sahana to them and told them why she was here. They were very happy that their husband was in such safe hands with her around. 

There were the usual homecoming celebrations, greetings of course. All those formalities consumed a few hours.

Then, my Queen Saroja Devi ( SD) asked me to come into Royal conference room where she would brief me on the State affairs that she had looked after in my absence.

I asked Sahana to stand guard at the door as my wife SD and me entered inside. SD is my First Queen and she is 35 years old, a year younger than I am. We have a son Premasutran born from her royal womb.

She is about 6 ft tall, dark complexioned and built with soft curves and has a stature that befits a queen of her age. She is a perfect, mature middle-aged woman who has a lot to offer to a randy husband like me.

But then, she was very self-controlled and was basically slow in getting excited as far as sex is concerned. A lot of foreplay is required to ignite her passion and, after that, she would be unstoppable and insatiable in bed. She is a pleasure-chest, who I had really missed in the last few weeks. 

And God, was I going to make up for the lost time!

Queen SD sat in front of me wearing a traditional red silk sari and her gold and diamond studded crown sitting perfectly on her well-groomed head. Her flowing smooth black hair was well oiled and knotted into plaits. She was perfect like the Hindu Goddess Shakti.

I sat in front of her touching knees as I looked deep into her cool back eyes and her demeanor showed that she was now serious in the topic she was to broach. She would talk business of course, but that did not mean I should too! 

I decided I would try and get under her silken loincloth and into the warm, cozy confines of her pussy, even if she was only interested in giving a verbal report on dry state subjects then. 

Note: Her actions are inside 'parenthesis' () and my own are outside them in the descriptions below:

(SD started explaining that a lot had actually happened in my absence. The kings of neighboring states who had surrendered to me in wars earlier and were my sub-ordinates had started having other ideas about me).

" OH, OK" I said half listening, as my hands were busy removing her shoulder veil that covered her ample bosom and this I threw down with a flourish, gaping at the well-endowed breasts that sat proudly on her stately chest. She now sat with only a silken red blouse covering her majestic bosom and I knew she never wore anything underneath it as she felt the undergarment did not allow her breasts to 'breathe'.