Chapter 24: Day at home.
Arjun called out for the guards, still buried in Ira’s ass. “Yes, Your Highness?” came the prompt response from the other side of the door. “Go and fetch Lakshmi, and make the announcement that all meetings are to be held from my chambers today, just the public events need to be postponed”, Arjun ordered, his voice firm.
They heard affirmative murmurs from the guards outside. Ira’s fingers traced the outline of his cock inside her ass, feeling the slight throb of it still buried deep inside her. She could feel the warmth of his cum inside her, the weight of it pressing against her organs, making her feel full in a way that only her son could. She was still half-asleep, but her mind was clear enough to know that she had to deal with the kingdom’s affairs.
He was still rocking his cock in her ass gently when a knock came on the door. Ira replied nonchalantly, “Come in”, not caring anymore for propriety.
The door creaked open, a couple guards entered with breakfast trays and they were followed by Lakshmi. The scent of freshly brewed tea and spiced parathas filled the air, mingling with the lingering musk of their lovemaking. Lakshmi’s eyes lit up when she saw Ira sprawled across the bed, her asshole stretched wide open, Arjun’s cock slowly fucking her.
She had come prepared as well, wearing only a sheer bikiniesque garment, tits spilling out the top. Ira spoke to her, informing her of her son’s idea.
“I didn’t want him to pull out, Lakshmi. So he suggested we work from here. Our chambers,” Ira said, her voice smooth as honey, her fingers still tracing the thick, throbbing length of Arjun’s cock inside her. The warm, creamy fluid inside her belly pulsed faintly, a reminder of their intimacy. The sheer audacity of it all—her son’s cock still buried deep inside her, his slow, deliberate thrusts making her asshole clench around him—was intoxicating.
Lakshmi’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as she stepped forward, her bare feet padding softly across the marble floor. The sheer fabric of her garment clung to her curves, the weight of her tits swaying slightly with each step, the scent of sandalwood and musk lingering in the air. She didn’t bother to cover herself further, knowing the Queen’s boldness was matched by her own.
“You need me to fetch water Maharani? Or perhaps some wine to celebrate your son’s... enthusiasm?” Lakshmi asked, her voice dripping with innuendo as she cast a glance at Arjun’s cock slowly moving in and out of Ira’s ass. Ira chuckled, her fingers still tracing the length of Arjun’s cock inside her.
“Wine would be lovely, Lakshmi. And perhaps something to eat. I find I’ve worked up quite the appetite,” she replied, her voice husky with satisfaction. Arjun leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.
“Mother, you’re insatiable,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. Ira’s body shivered in response, her asshole clenching around his cock. The slow, steady rhythm of his thrusts made her feel like she was floating on air.
Ira just smiled, letting herself be used, fucked like a toy. Beyond his cock in that moment she didn’t really need anything. Although when Lakshmi handed her some wine, she didn’t refuse. The rich, velvety red liquid slid down her throat, warming her insides. Ira’s eyes lingered on the way Lakshmi’s fingers brushed against her own as they passed the goblet, a silent exchange of understanding between them. Lakshmi’s lips were parted slightly, her breath warm and inviting. The way she looked at Ira—bold, appreciative—made her own body stir again.
Lakshmi brought over a blanket to cover them as Vidyadhar from earlier stepped in the room. Her son’s best friend and their irrigation minister. Ira brushed the blanket aside, Vidyadhar had been witness to more than one of their... intimate moments. She didn't mind, he was as much a part of their family as anyone else. He bowed low, his eyes flicking briefly to Arjun's cock still buried in her ass. "Your Highnesses," he greeted, his voice steady and respectful.
Arjun, still slowly fucking his mother, nodded at Vidyadhar. "We've decided to hold our meetings here today, Vidyadhar. Mother feels especially slutty today, can’t seem to have enough of my cock”. Ira chuckled, and so did Vidyadhar, “Sure, Maharani must be enjoying herself. I can see that”, he said, his eyes flicking back to Arjun’s cock slowly moving in and out of Ira’s ass. Arjun grinned, “She’s insatiable, Vidyadhar. I can’t keep up with her appetite”. Vidyadhar smiled, “Well, I can see that. But I must say, it’s a beautiful sight to behold”. Arjun nodded, “It is, isn’t it? The way her asshole stretches around my cock, the way she moans when I thrust into her. It’s fucking gorgeous”.
Ira chimed in, “I’m in the room you two…don’t talk about me like I’m not here.” She laughed, her voice husky from the wine and the slow, steady thrusts of Arjun’s cock inside her.
Vidyadhar bowed slightly, “Apologies, Maharani. I meant no disrespect. It’s just... a sight to behold, truly.”
She chuckled, “No apologies needed, Vidyadhar.
I’m quite enjoying the show myself. Now, let’s get to work. What’s on the agenda today?” Ira asked, her voice steady and commanding, despite the fact that her son’s cock was still slowly moving in and out of her ass. Arjun grinned, “Well, there’s the matter of the irrigation canals, the harvest festival preparations, and the petition from the weavers’ guild.” He paused, his hips thrusting slightly harder, making Ira moan. “But I think we should start with something more... immediate.” He leaned down, his lips finding her ear again, “I need to piss, you don’t mind right?”.
Ira let out a soft, throaty laugh, “Yeah alright.
Go ahead, I don’t mind.” Arjun grinned, and as Vidyadhar showed them plans, he released a slow stream of piss in her ass.
The warm, thick liquid trickled down her insides, mixing with the cum still inside her. She could feel the warmth of his piss inside her, the way it mingled with his cum, making her belly feel even fuller.
Vidyadhar cleared his throat, trying to hide his amusement. “Your Highness, the irrigation plans are ready. The new canal will increase the yield by almost 30%.”
Arjun nodded, still fucking his mother with his cock, pissing in her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “Good,” Ira said, her voice smooth as she rocked her hips back, happily taking his piss.
“And the harvest festival? How are the preparations going?”
Vidyadhar flipped through his scrolls, his eyes flicking occasionally to the sight of Arjun's cock slowly moving in and out of Ira's ass, now glistening with piss. “The preparations are well underway, Maharani. The temple priests have blessed the new idol, and the artisans are putting the final touches on the floats. The villagers are excited, they're expecting a bountiful harvest this year.”
Ira moaned slightly, and reached for Arjun’s hand. As if he had done something wrong by not grabbing her tit, she forced it on her breast. Arjun chuckled, “You’re insatiable, Mother. Always hungry for more.” He started to squeeze her tit, his thumb brushing against her nipple, making it harden. He could feel her asshole clench around his cock, the warmth of his piss still inside her.
Vidyadhar cleared his throat, “The weavers’ guild has a petition, Maharani. They want to expand their workshop, but they need the royal seal of approval for the land acquisition.”
Ira nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as Arjun continued to play with her tit. “Let’s hear them out. But not now really, I’m focused on getting my ass fucked by your king”, Ira said, her voice laced with a husky laugh. Lakshmi laughed as well, “that is true Maharani, but do you mind if our chief minister also joins, she is waiting outside the door”.
Ira looked at her with a sly smile, “No, let her in. I’m sure she’s eager to see her Queen in such a state.” Arjun chuckled, “Mother, you’re always so bold.” He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, his cock still buried deep inside her ass. “I love it when you’re like this.” He started to thrust harder, making her asshole clench tightly around him.
The door opened again, and this time, it was Queen Meera, the chief minister, who stepped in. She was a woman of about forty-five, with a commanding presence and an air of authority. The cleavage on her chest was so deep that her breasts spilled out of her silk sari, the fabric barely concealing the hard nipples beneath. Her eyes were sharp and calculating, and her lips were painted a deep shade of red, which contrasted sharply with her dark complexion. She carried herself with an air of confidence that was unmistakable, and her gaze lingered on the sight of Arjun’s cock slowly moving in and out of Ira’s ass.
Queen Meera’s eyes flicked over to Lakshmi, who stood nearby, her own body language radiating confidence and sensuality. Lakshmi’s lips curled into a knowing smile, as if she were well aware of the Queen’s unspoken curiosity.
Meera had had experience of the royal cock earlier, and she knew how much Ira must be enjoying it. She was not one to shy away from such displays of intimacy, instead, she found them intriguing and even arousing.
“Your Highness,” Meera greeted, her voice steady and respectful, yet there was a hint of something more in her tone. A spark of interest, perhaps, or maybe even a touch of envy. She was a woman of power, after all, and she was not immune to the allure of the young prince’s virility.
Arjun grinned at her, his hips thrusting slightly harder, making Ira moan. “Meera, always a pleasure. I trust you’ve been well?” he asked, his voice laced with innuendo. He puled Ira onto her hands and knees on the royal bed, letting her face Meera, so she could greet her and listen to what the minister had to say.
As Ira got on her hands and knees, her tits dangled and swayed. “Mmm Meera, hello…unnhhh…yeah sorry for the ... unorthodox meeting setup”, she said, her voice breathy as Arjun continued to thrust into her ass. Meera’s eyes flicked from Arjun’s cock disappearing into Ira’s asshole to Ira’s face, flushed with pleasure. “No apologies needed, Maharani. It’s... quite a sight,” Meera replied, her voice steady, but her eyes betrayed her interest. Arjun chuckled, “She’s enjoying the show, Mother. Look at her, she’s practically drooling.” Meera’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she stepped closer, her heels clicking on the marble floor. “I’ve brought the reports you requested, Maharani.” She laid the scrolls on the table, licking her lips.
Ira noticed, and asked, “Do you wish to let the King ’s cock fill you, Meera? I’ve been thinking about it since you left last time.” Meera’s face flushed, her fingers tightening around the scrolls.
“Your Highness, I... I’m here to discuss the kingdom’s affairs,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Arjun chuckled, his hips thrusting harder, making Ira moan louder. “Oh, I’m sure you are, Meera. But I also see the way you’re looking at my cock, disappearing into my mother’s ass. You want it, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice low and husky. Meera’s breath hitched, her eyes flicking back to the sight of Arjun’s cock slowly moving in and out of Ira’s ass.
She replied, “I mean, I won’t say no to the King’s cock if the Maharani is done. It’s always a good stretch when our King fucks me.” She said, her voice laced with a hint of challenge. Arjun grinned, “Well, Mother, it seems Meera is eager to have a taste. What do you say?” He thrust harder into Ira’s ass, making her moan louder. Ira chuckled, “Well, I’m not done yet, but I’m not selfish either. Meera, come here, let’s see how you handle the King’s cock.” Meera hesitated for a moment, then stepped closer, her heels clicking on the marble floor.
Lakshmi grinned as the chief minister quickly dropped every last bit of her sari, leaving her completely naked. Her dark skin glistened under the soft light of the room, her curves full and inviting. Meera's eyes flicked to Lakshmi, a silent question passing between them. Lakshmi nodded, her smile never wavering.
Meera turned back to Ira and Arjun, her hands reaching out to touch Arjun's chest. "Your Highness, may I?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Arjun nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Of course, Meera. My mother loves to share." He thrust harder into Ira's ass, making her moan louder. Ira laughed, “heyyy, pull out son, she’s eager to take you in her ass”. Meera shied, but she was happy, it had been a while since she had felt the King's cock in her. Arjun pulled out of Ira's ass, his cock glistening with a mix of piss, cum, and her ass juices. Meera's eyes widened at the sight, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She turned around, presenting her ass to Arjun, her hands gripping the bedpost for support. Arjun chuckled, “You’re eager, Meera. I like it.” He grabbed her hips, lining his cock up with her asshole. Meera moaned, “Please, Your Highness, fuck me.” Arjun thrust forward, his cock sliding into Meera's ass with ease.
She moaned like a whore in heat, her body shivering as he filled her. "Oh, Your Highness, it's been so long," she gasped, her fingers tightening around the bedpost.
Arjun chuckled, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, fucking her ass with long, slow strokes. "You feel incredible, Meera. Tighter than I remember."
Ira watched, her eyes gleaming with lust as she saw her son's cock disappearing into Meera's ass. She reached out, reading the scrolls, as if being naked, and her ass leaking her son’s load , was the most natural thing in the world. "Vidyadhar, please continue with the irrigation plans," she said, her voice steady, despite the fact that her son was currently fucking their chief minister's ass right in front of her.
Vidyadhar, trying to hide his amusement, cleared his throat and continued, "As I was saying, Maharani, the new canal will not only increase the yield but also prevent flooding in the lower regions." Arjun grunted in agreement, his hips slapping against Meera's ass, making her moan loudly. Meera bunched up her hair and offered it to Arjun, she knew he liked to pull it when he fucked her. Arjun took the offered hair and wrapped it around his fist, using it to pull her head back as he thrust into her. Meera gasped, her eyes fluttering closed, "Yes, Your Highness, just like that. Fuck me hard." Arjun obliged, his grip tightening on her hair, his thrusts becoming more forceful. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with their moans and the distant chime of temple bells.
Ira, still on her hands and knees, watched the scene unfold with a mix of lust and amusement. She dismissed Vidyadhar, and read the scrolls Meera had brought, her eyes scanning the lines of text as if she wasn't currently in the middle of a royal orgy. Arjun, now fucking Meera with long, hard strokes, reached out and grabbed one of Ira's tits, squeezing it roughly. "Mother, you're not jealous, are you?" he taunted, his voice laced with humor.
Ira chuckled, her nipple hardening under his touch. "Jealous? Of Meera? Please, son. I've had your cock in every hole she has. I'm just enjoying the show." She turned her head to look at Lakshmi, who stood nearby, her eyes gleaming with lust.
"Lakshmi, come here," Ira commanded, her voice husky with desire. Lakshmi didn't hesitate. She stepped forward, her hips swaying seductively, her eyes never leaving Ira's. She was a vision of sensuality, her body draped in a sheer silk sari that left little to the imagination. Her dark nipples were hard and visible through the thin fabric, and her hips were narrow, leading to long, shapely legs. She was a woman in her prime, her body a temple of desire, and she knew it.
As she approached, Ira reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of Lakshmi's breast. “Sit sister, how long will you stand there, watching?” she asked, her voice a low purr. Lakshmi's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as Ira's fingers found her nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. “I was waiting for your command, Maharani,” Lakshmi replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She sat down on the bed, her body pressing against Ira's, her hand reaching out to cup Ira's breast in turn. Arjun watched, his hips still moving in a steady rhythm, fucking Meera's ass with long, hard strokes. He could feel the tightness in his balls, the pressure building with each thrust.
In about five long minutes Meera had been fucked to exhaustion, having cum multiple times. She fell forward after an especially hard thrust, Arjun’s cock slipping free.
He chuckled, his hand still gripping her hair, and pulled her back up. “You okay Meera? I think you’re done right?”. A grateful but tired Meera nodded, her ass still throbbing from Arjun’s relentless fucking. She turned to bow before Ira, but the Maharani merely waved her away with a sly smile. “You’ve done your duty, Meera. Now rest. Or perhaps you’d like to stay and watch?” she purred, her voice dripping with invitation.
Meera would’ve, but she was tired, and her ass stung from Arjun's relentless pounding. She bowed out, leaving the room with a grateful smile. Lakshmi, however, was more than eager to take her place. She turned to face Arjun, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Your Highness, I believe it's my turn," she said, “until Maharani wants to be back on top”. Arjun grinned, his cock still glistening with Meera's ass juices. Ira who was still finishing last of the scrolls, looked up at him with a knowing smile. "I’m going to need a few minutes Lakshmi, go ahead, drink his load. Oh and it’s his first of the day so, just keep drinking, he’ll have a lot to feed you” Ira said, her voice husky, her eyes flicking back to the scrolls. Lakshmi’s lips parted in anticipation, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she watched Arjun’s cock twitch and swell with cum. She stepped closer, her bare feet pressing against the cool marble floor, her body radiating confidence and sensuality. The sheer silk of her sari clung to her curves, the weight of her breasts swaying slightly with each step, the scent of sandalwood and musk lingering in the air.
Arjun smirked, his hips thrusting forward as he lined up his cock with Lakshmi’s mouth. "You’re eager, Lakshmi. Here” and he fed her.
Lakshmi’s lips parted around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head, drawing out the first thick ropes of cum. She moaned around him, her throat vibrating with pleasure as she swallowed, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his thighs. The scent of her breath—sweet, warm, and musky—filled the air as she took him deeper, her lips sealing around the base of his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him off with practiced ease.
Arjun groaned, his hips jerking forward instinctively, but Lakshmi held him steady, her grip firm on his ass. "You taste so good, Your Highness," she murmured between licks, her voice thick with lust. Few more ropes shot out, then the flow became a river of white , filling her mouth, dripping down her chin, and onto her breasts. Arjun's hands fisted in her hair, guiding her, his hips jerking with each spurt of cum. "Fuck, Lakshmi, you're incredible," he groaned, his body tensing with each wave of pleasure.
The flow continued as Lakshmi's throat worked, her eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. Gulp after gulp, she gladly drank the steady flow. It was a nice steady flow, she could feel it piling in her belly, it was audible outside as it poured like a bucket filling.
Ira watched Lakshmi’s throat work, her cheeks hollowed as she swallowed Arjun’s load. The sight was almost as erotic as the act itself. She could feel the weight of the cum in Lakshmi’s belly, the way it made her stomach swell slightly, the way her lips glistened with the thick, salty essence of his release. It was a sight that made Ira’s own core clench with desire, her own body aching for more.
“Lakshmi,” Ira whispered, her voice thick with lust, “you’re doing so well. Keep drinking, my love. He’s not done yet.” Lakshmi’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Ira’s. The Queen was right, Arjun’s release showed no signs of abating. His cock pulsed in her mouth, each throb sending another wave of cum down her throat. She could feel it, warm and thick, pooling in her belly, stretching her stomach. She moaned around his cock, her fingers digging into his ass, pulling him closer, urging him to give her more.
Ira watched, her breath hitching as Lakshmi took every last drop of Arjun’s cum. She could see the hunger in her sister’s eyes, the desperate need for more. It was a hunger she knew all too well, a hunger that only Arjun’s cock could satisfy.
Arjun grinned, and pulled back. Lakshmi pouted as the hard cock slipped out of her mouth. Then she realised what he was doing and smiled, closing her eyes. He was going to paint her face and cover her tits, just another thing she had been treated to many a times. The still ongoing flow of cum from his cock, now aimed at her face, was a testament to that. Arjun's hand, still gripping his cock, moved in steady strokes, his eyes locked onto Lakshmi's face, a smirk playing on his lips. The torrent of cum gave a thick and fresh coat to her face, her lips, and her breasts. The warm, sticky liquid dripped down her throat, her neck, and onto her chest, where it pooled and spread like a dark river. Lakshmi's eyes fluttered shut as she savored the sensation, her tongue darting out to lick the cum from her lips, her fingers tracing the path of the cum down her chest.
Ira watched the scene unfold with a mixture of fascination and lust, her own body responding to the display. She could feel the weight of the cum on Lakshmi’s skin, the way it glistened under the soft light, the way it clung to her curves. Her own nipples hardened, her core aching with desire.
“Are you done unloading beta, I want it back in my ass?” ira asked, having finished with the scrolls . Arjun chuckled, “I’m almost there, Mother. Just a little more.” He continued to stroke his cock, his eyes locked onto Lakshmi’s cum-covered face. The sight of her, coated in his release, was enough to send him over the edge. With a final groan, he aimed his cock at her tits, the last few ropes of cum painting her already glistening skin.
Lakshmi’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Arjun’s. She reached up, her fingers tracing the path of the cum down her chest, scooping it up and bringing it to her lips. She licked her fingers clean, her eyes never leaving Arjun’s.
“You taste divine, Your Highness,” she murmured, her voice thick with lust. Arjun chuckled, his cock finally spent, hanging heavy and glistening between his legs. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Lakshmi. But now, it’s time for me to tend to my mother’s needs.” He turned to Ira, his eyes filled with love and desire. “Mother, are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice soft and gentle.
Ira, who had been watching the scene unfold with a mix of lust and amusement, nodded. Her body ached for him, her asshole clenching at the thought of his cock filling her once again. “Yes, beta.”
She went back to her hands and knees , presenting her ass. “Lakshmi, who else is waiting outside?”, she asked as her son got behind her. As Arjun guided his cock in Ira’s ass,Lakshmi looked up. She had been licking his cum off her tit, holding it near her face.
She chuckled, having been caught in that position , “Umm, sorry. I was just licking our king’s cum off my tits. It’s so delicious, i can’t help it. Anyway, yes, there are a few more waiting. I believe the next is Priestess Radhika, she’s been quite eager to see you, Maharani.” Ira moaned as Arjun’s cock slid into her ass, her body relaxing around him. “Mmm, Radhika, yes, send her in. I’m sure she’ll enjoy the show.” Lakshmi nodded, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she stood up, her body still glistening with cum. She walked to the door, her hips swaying seductively, her bare feet silent on the marble floor.
She greeted the lady outside with cum coated face and tits , “Priestess Radhika, please come in. Maharani is ready for you.”
Radhika was a woman in her late thirties, with a regal bearing. She entered the room with a slow, deliberate grace, her bare feet pressing softly against the marble floor. Her long, dark hair was braided and adorned with golden threads, and her eyes held a quiet intensity. She wore a simple white silk sari, its edges embroidered with delicate floral patterns, which clung to her curves in a way that accentuated her voluptuous figure. Her skin was a deep, rich brown, and her lips were painted a deep, inviting red. The scent of sandalwood and jasmine wafted from her, mingling with the lingering musk of Arjun’s cum that still clung to Lakshmi’s skin.
Radhika’s eyes flicked to the scene before her—Arjun’s hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock disappearing into Ira’s ass, Lakshmi’s cum-covered body—and a small smile played on her lips. She was no stranger to the royal bedchamber, nor to the Queen’s appetites.
“Radhika,” Ira greeted, her voice thick with pleasure, “always a pleasure. I trust you’ve been well?” She looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting Radhika’s, a silent invitation passing between them.
Radhika bowed, her hands pressed together in a respectful namaste. “Maharani, the honor is mine. I have been well, thank you.
I must admit, I was hoping to find you in a similar state," Radhika replied, her voice a low purr as her eyes flicked back to Arjun's cock, disappearing into Ira's ass. She stepped closer, her hips swaying in a way that made her sari cling to her curves, revealing the outline of her legs and the hint of her dark nipples through the thin fabric.
Ira chuckled, her body tensing around Arjun's cock as he thrust into her. "Well, as you can see, I'm quite... occupied at the moment. But I'm sure we can find a way to... accommodate you," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo.
She arched her back slightly, offering a lewd view of her stretched out hole to Radhika. Arjun, noticing the exchange, grinned. He reached around, slapping the jiggling plump booty, Radhika bit her lip looking at how it jiggled. "Woof! That must have stung!” the priestess exclaimed, her eyes widening at the sight of Ira's reddened ass cheeks. Arjun chuckled, his hips still moving in a steady rhythm, fucking his mother's ass with long, hard strokes. Ira replied , “ Oh, it did. But I like it. Your king likes to remind me I’m his —"
Radhika’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the edge of her sari as she watched Arjun’s hand slap Ira’s ass again, the sound echoing through the chamber like a wet, rhythmic *thwack*. “—whore…” Ira finished. Arjun was smiling, Radhika saw, when Ira mentioned the word 'whore'. She knew the Queen enjoyed the rough treatment, the degradation.
Arjun’s hand had left a bright red handprint on her plump ass cheek, and the way Ira moaned at the sting made it clear she loved it. Radhika’s own breath quickened, her fingers twitching with the urge to touch herself. She had seen this before—seen the way the Maharani took pleasure in being dominated, in being reminded of her place as both ruler and servant.
“So Maharani, how many loads has the King given you today?” Radhika asked, her voice low and teasing.
Ira turned her head slightly, her eyes flicking back to Radhika with a knowing smirk. “Enough to fill a pot, priestess. My son is quite generous with his seed,” Ira replied, “just look at Lakshmi’s face and tits. She is dripping with it.” Radhika’s gaze flicked to Lakshmi, who stood nearby, her body glistening with Arjun’s cum. The priestess’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, “ I see. Lakshmi, you’ve been well taken care of, haven’t you?” Lakshmi nodded, her cheeks flushed with pleasure, “Yes, Priestess. The King’s seed is… divine.” Radhika’s eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and curiosity.
She stepped closer to Lakshmi, her fingers tracing the path of the cum down the other woman’s chest. “May I?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Lakshmi nodded, her breath hitching as Radhika’s fingers found her nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. “Of course, Priestess,” she replied, her voice thick with desire.
Radhika leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the cum from Lakshmi’s nipple. She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as the taste of Arjun’s release filled her mouth. “Mmm, you’re right, Lakshmi.
The King’s seed is indeed divine,” Radhika murmured, her tongue swirling around Lakshmi’s nipple, drawing out the last drops of cum.
Ira teased, “So did you come here for something dear priestess, or just to watch my son fuck me?” Radhika chuckled, her fingers trailing down Lakshmi’s stomach, making her shiver. “I came to offer my services, Maharani. I thought perhaps you might need... assistance,” she replied, her voice laced with innuendo.
Arjun, still fucking Ira’s ass with long, steady strokes, grinned. “Assistance? No my dear, my ass can take my son’s cock for hours. But I do appreciate your offer,” Ira replied between moans. She arched her back, her asshole clenching tightly around Arjun’s cock, forcing him to grunt in response. Radhika ’s breath hitched as she watched the way Ira’s body moved, the way her ass jiggled with each thrust, the way her hips swayed slightly, offering herself up to Arjun’s dominance. The Maharani’s moans filled the room, a mix of pleasure and pain, as Arjun’s hand slapped her ass again, the sound echoing through the chamber.
Radhika spoke, “Mhm, I see Maharani. I see you don’t need assistance”. The priestess was sad that the royal cock was satisfied with the Queen’s asshole, that she wouldn’t get a chance to serve her own ass to the King, to be fucked just as thoroughly. She pouted, her lower lip sticking out in a way that made her look even more desirable. "Well, if you don't need assistance, Maharani, perhaps I could just... watch?" she asked, her voice laced with hope and a hint of desperation. Her eyes flicked back to Arjun's cock, disappearing into Ira's ass, and she could feel the heat building between her legs, her own asshole clenching in anticipation.
"Watch? My dear Radhika, you're always welcome to watch. But I must warn you, once you start watching, it's hard to stop.The way Arjun fills me, the way his cock stretches my ass, the way he slaps my flesh, it's all so... intoxicating. When he puts that cock inside, it’s hard not to become a depraved whore.I’ve seen it happen to many, and I’m no exception. Just look at me now, on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, taking my son’s cock like a common whore. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s something about the way he fills me, the way he stretches me, that makes me feel alive. It’s a high like no other, and I’m addicted.
Radhika’s eyes widened at Ira’s words, her breath hitching as she imagined herself in the Queen’s place. Though she was a woman of the temple, she hadn’t minded the occasional visits when Arjun would make her into his whore and send her back to the temple with a belly full of his seed. She had always enjoyed the rough treatment, the way he would use her body for his pleasure.
She had been one of the first to be taken by Arjun, back when he was still learning the ways of the flesh. She remembered the way he had stretched her, made her scream. She could see the way he was enjoying himself, the way he was using his mother's body for his pleasure.
“Ouch…fuckkk”, Ira moaned, “that hurts so good son” as a new handprint bloomed on her fat plump asscheek. Arjun’s palm had landed with a wet *thwack* and Ira had wailed like a banshee. When she turned , Lakshmi had lifted one of her bare tits and was licking the earlier load off of herself. A nonchalant scene, the Queen moaning as her son's cock stretched her asshole and the queen’s best friend licking cum off her own tit.
Radhika couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She wanted to be the one tasting Arjun's cum, feeling his cock stretch her asshole, hearing his grunts of pleasure as he filled her. She had been craving his cock for days, and seeing him fuck his mother like this only made her hunger grow.
"Radhika, you're looking a bit flushed," Ira teased, her voice breathy as Arjun's thrusts became more insistent. "Perhaps when I am sated for today, Arjun can send for you, and you can have your turn with his royal cock." Radhika's eyes widened at the suggestion, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "You would allow that, Maharani?" "Of course," Ira replied, her body tensing as Arjun's cock hit a particularly sensitive spot. "I share everything with my son. And besides, I know how much you enjoy his... attentions." Radhika blushed at the implication, her fingers tightening around the edge of her sari. "Yes, Maharani," she admitted, her voice soft, “It’s been a while…the priests at the temple don’t really pound me like this. I miss the way he fills me, the way his cock stretches me open. I’ve been craving his seed for days." Her eyes flickered to Lakshmi, who was still licking her own tits, her tongue glistening with cum. "You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?" Radhika asked, her voice dripping with envy. Lakshmi smirked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before nodding. "Oh, absolutely.
The King's cock is a gift, one I never tire of receiving," Lakshmi replied, her voice thick with satisfaction. As she talked Arjun was pulling his cock out of Ira, he had one more load ready for his mother to drink.
The sound of his cock leaving her asshole was a wet, squelching sound, and Ira moaned at the loss of him. Arjun's cock was glistening with her ass juices and his own cum, and he held it in front of her face. "Here, Mother. Drink it," he commanded, his voice firm yet gentle. Ira eagerly opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock clean. She moaned as the taste of her own ass and his cum filled her mouth, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.
Arjun's hand gripped the back of her head, guiding her, his hips thrusting forward slightly, feeding her his cock inch by inch. "That's it, Mother," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, "Take it all. Swallow every drop." Ira obeyed, her throat working as she swallowed his load, her fingers digging into his thighs for support. She could feel the weight of his cum in her belly, the way it made her stomach swell slightly, the way it coated her tongue and throat, thick and salty.
Radhika watched, her breath coming in short gasps, her fingers twisting the edge of her sari into a tight knot. The way Ira swallowed Arjun’s cum was hypnotic—her throat working, her lips sealed around his cock, the way her eyes fluttered shut as she took it. The slow trickle from Arjun’s cock was becoming a torrent inside Ira’s mouth, sending waves of cum down her throat. She moaned around his cock, her fingers digging into his thighs, pulling him closer, urging him to give her more. Arjun’s hand fisted in her hair, guiding her, his hips jerking with each spurt of cum. “Fuck, Mother, you’re incredible,” he groaned, his body tensing with each wave of pleasure.
Radhika couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight. She had seen Arjun fuck many women, but the way he was fucking his mother’s mouth was something else. It was raw, primal, and utterly captivating. To make the show even more obscene, Ira opened her mouth, releasing the seal she had on his cock.
That allowed the torrent of cum to shoot freely, landing on her tongue only to slide down her throat as it had earlier. Radhika saw that and remembered how it was always with the King. It was a beautiful sight, the thick stream of white cum shooting from Arjun's cock, landing on Ira's tongue, and sliding down her throat. The Queen's eyes fluttered shut, a moan escaping her lips as she savored the taste of her son's release.
It was also dripping down her chin and onto her huge heaving tits. Arjun's cock was still pulsing, sending ropes of cum onto her face and body. Ira's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Arjun's. She reached up, her fingers wiping the cum from her chin, scooping it up and bringing it to her lips. She licked her fingers clean, her eyes never leaving Arjun's. "Mmm, delicious," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mother," he said, his voice soft and gentle. Once he was done pouring his load, Ira stirred.
She tried and found her balance. Ira’s fingers traced the cum on her chest, her tongue darting out to lick her own fingers clean. The taste of her son’s seed was still thick on her tongue, and she savored it, her eyes never leaving Arjun’s. The way his cock had filled her mouth, the way he had controlled her, the way he had made her swallow every drop—it was intoxicating.
Radhika watched, her own breath coming in shallow gasps. She had never seen Ira like this—so open, so vulnerable, so utterly consumed by pleasure.
The Maharani was usually a picture of control, her every move calculated, her every word measured. But now, she was a woman undone, her body marked by her son's dominance, her skin glistening with his cum.
Ira stood, her legs slightly unsteady, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She turned to her son, “Back in my ass please?” she asked, “And oh, if anyone else is waiting, just send them all in. I am in the mood to be a whore for my son today.” She was enjoying herself too much, and didn’t really want to be bothered to go out for meetings, or even to take a break. “Lakshmi, send in the whoever’s outside. And make sure they know I’m in the mood to be fucked. And the king will be fucking me in the ass, so they should be ready to watch. I’m too
horny to care about propriety today. I want to be filled, stretched, used. I want to be my son's whore."
Lakshmi nodded, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She turned and walked towards the door, her hips swaying seductively, her bare feet silent on the marble floor. She opened the door, her voice ringing out clear and loud, "The Maharani is ready for the next. She requests your presence, and she is... being fucked."
A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd gathered outside, but it was quickly followed by a chorus of eager affirmatives. Lakshmi stepped aside, allowing all the visitors to enter the king’s chambers. The doors swung open, revealing a sight that made even the most devout priests gasp.
The visitors were greeted by the sound of “Fuck me son!! Aaahhh!!! Yess…use my ass…mmm…stretch your mother’s ass”.The Maharani’s voice was a low, throaty purr, her words dripping with lust as she arched her back, offering her plump ass to Arjun.
The doors had opened to reveal a room filled with eager, expectant faces. The crowd that had gathered outside—priests, courtiers, and temple dancers—had been drawn by rumors of the Maharani’s appetites, and now they stood in a hushed, awestruck silence, watching the scene unfolding before them.
Arjun looked up and grinned at the assembled.
"Ah, welcome, welcome. I see you've all come to watch the show. I must warn you, Mother is quite insatiable today. I've filled her ass, her mouth, and yet, she still hungers for more." He punctuated his words with a thrust, making Ira moan and arch her back further, her ass pressing against his hips.
The crowd murmured in appreciation, their eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. Radhika stood at the front, her eyes locked onto Arjun's cock, still buried in Ira's ass. She could see the way it stretched the Maharani, the way it filled her, and she felt a pang of envy. Ira who was too horny to deal with order and propriety asked, “Unnhhh…fuckk…is there any…any matter to be…oh god yes….fuck…discussed. Your king is…unhhh…is really opening up…fuckkkk …up my ass today . I can’t…can’t think straight,” Ira panted, her voice thick with pleasure. She looked over at the crowd , her eyes glazed with lust.
Arjun and Ira’s subjects weren’t inconsiderate They saw the visage, and knew that their Queen was really in a daze. The Maharani’s current situation didn’t need them bothering her with trivial matters. They knew that she had her son’s mammoth cock fucking her ass, and as great as she was at ruling, she was currently in no state to make decisions. The crowd exchanged knowing glances, a silent understanding passing between them.
The Maharani’s words had made it clear—she was lost in pleasure, her mind consumed by the ecstasy of her son’s cock stretching her ass. They would wait And they would return when she was done.
When she was sated. When the Maharani’s ass was no longer stretched by her son’s cock. When her mind was clear enough to rule again. So they bowed, and turned, and slipped out of the chamber, leaving the Maharani and her son to their private, obscene pleasure.
That left Lakshmi in the room, with the royal couple . She was the only one who remained, and she knew why. Lakshmi was the Maharani’s closest confidante, her friend, her lover, and now, her witness to this unholy union. She had seen it all before—the way Arjun dominated his mother, the way Ira surrendered to his cock, the way she begged for more. But this time, the Maharani’s hunger was different. It was ravenous. It was a need that couldn’t be sated by just one cock, one ass, one mouth.
Lakshmi was still covered, thick globs of cum dripping down her face, her tits.
She was a mess, a beautiful mess, and she knew it. She looked at Arjun, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and concern. "Arjun, my love, your mother... she needs more. Grab those raven curls, pull her head back and just go hard. Maharani, is that it or do you need the Yuvraj to be rougher?”, she asked, confirming if her suggestion was acceptable. Ira enjoying the long, hard strokes of Arjun's cock in her ass, moaned, “Yes, Lakshmi. Just that. Arjun, beta, do it rougher”.
Arjun had always enjoyed hearing her beg, be loud about her desires. But this was something more. He obliged. Arjun's fingers tangled in Ira's long, dark hair, his grip tight as he yanked her head back. “Fuckkk”, he heard her moan, then he gave a deeper hard thrust, making her scream. The sound was a mix of pain and pleasure, a raw, animalistic cry that echoed through the chamber. Ira's ass was stretched to its limit, her body trembling with each brutal thrust.
“ Fuckkkk, Arjun! Harder! I can’t take it… I need more!” she screamed, her voice breaking with pleasure and pain. Her tits swayed frantically
, the heavy globes slapping against each other with each brutal thrust. Arjun's grip on her hair tightened, his other hand slapping her ass, leaving a bright red handprint. "More, Arjun," she begged, her voice ragged, "Give me more." Arjun grinned, he was enjoying this side of her. It had been a while. Ira being a loud, demanding whore ,moaning like this had been a while.
Lakshmi sat beside them, feeling happy for her
friend. She was watching the way Arjun was fucking her, the way his cock stretched her ass, the way he was slapping her ass, making her scream. Lakshmi knew that Ira loved it rough, and she was getting exactly what she wanted.
She had seen her friend go from a prim and proper queen for Arjun’s father to this, a queen who begged for her son’s cock, at any place , any time. The way she was taking Arjun’s brutal thrusts, the way she was moaning and screaming, was a testament to how much she had changed.Her plump ass jiggled with each thrust, the heavy globes swaying as Arjun fucked her harder.
Ira was moaning filth. Her loud moans included, “ Fuck me, Arjun! Deeper! Oh god, yes! Your cock is so big, it's splitting me in half! I love it! I love your cock, Arjun! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me like the whore I am!” Her voice echoed through the chamber, bouncing off the marble walls, filling the air with her raw, primal cries.
Arjun, his face a mask of concentration, was giving her exactly what she wanted. His hips slammed into her ass, each thrust driving his cock deeper, harder. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a rhythmic, obscene symphony that matched the tempo of their moans.
Guards outside the door snickered and whispered, some even pressing their hands to their cocks as they watched the Maharani’s screams echo through the thick marble walls. But they were in awe of their king, who could make their authoritative, calm queen
scream like this. They knew better than to interrupt, even if they were hard as stone themselves.
Inside, Arjun's grip on Ira's hair tightened, his thrusts becoming more insistent, more brutal. "Fuck, Mother," he grunted, his voice thick with lust, "Your ass is amazing today, it’s massaging my cock like a tight, hot glove. You’re taking it so well, but I want to hear you scream."
Ira’s body arched further, her ass jiggling with each powerful thrust. Her moans turned into desperate, breathless pleas. "Arjun, beta, harder! I need it rougher! Your cock is stretching me so good, but I want more! Fuck me like I’m nobody’s whore—use me, fill me up!"
Lakshmi watched, her fingers tracing the cum still dripping down her own thighs. She had seen this before—the way Arjun’s dominance transformed Ira into a wild, screaming woman. But today, it was different.
There was an urgency in Ira's voice, a hunger that went beyond the physical.
Arjun knew one trick that would make her satisfied. So while he fucked her deep and hard, he also began to unload. Starting with a slow trickle as he plunged his cock deep into her ass, he then began to shoot his load in thick, steady ropes. His cum filled her ass, stretching her even further, and the Maharani moaned loudly, her body trembling with pleasure.
Arjun's cock pulsed inside her, sending waves of cum deep into her ass. The sensation was overwhelming, and Ira couldn't help but moan louder, her body arching further back, offering herself to him completely. "Fuck, Arjun! Yes! Fuck me like this! I need your cum, baby! Fill me up!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the chamber.
Then as usual the load became a torrent, flowing freely into her ass. Arjun's thrusts remained steady, long and hard as his cum poured into her ass, flowing to her belly. It came like a river and began filling her belly , her stomach swelling with the weight of it. The Maharani's moans turned into a desperate, almost animalistic scream as she felt her body being filled with her son's seed. Her ass was still stretched wide open, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. I can feel your cum inside me!" she screamed, her voice breaking with pleasure. "It's filling me up, stretching me! Keep going, baby! Fuck me like a whore! Fill me up with your cum!"
The thick, warm cum continued to flow into her ass, filling her belly and causing her to moan louder. Her son didn’t relent. With deep strokes he continued to fuck her ass, unloading cum into her body like a river of white heat. Arjun's grunts filled the chamber, each one punctuated by a thrust, a slap of flesh against flesh. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass was a steady, rhythmic beat, a primal symphony that matched the tempo of their moans.
When Ira flopped down on the silken sheets, exhausted and sated, Arjun pulled out of her ass with a wet, squelching sound. Ira finally had a smile that was a mix of exhaustion and bliss. She was still panting, her chest heaving, her body slick with sweat and cum. Arjun’s cock was glistening with her ass juice and his own seed, and he held it up to her face.
Ira smiled, her son had more cum to offer and she knew to offer her face with her eyes shut and lips closed so he could paint her face. The stream of cum that hadn’t stopped began to shoot out of Arjun’s cock, landing on Ira’s face. She felt the hot, sticky liquid hit her skin, coating her cheeks, her forehead, her chin. She could feel it dripping down her face, onto her neck, her chest.
Arjun’s hand was on his cock, guiding the stream, making sure it covered every inch of Ira’s face. He was grunting, his body tensing with each spurt of cum. Ira knew this wasn’t to lick or swallow, but to let the cum paint her face like a sacred offering. The thick, white ropes of his seed splattered across her skin, coating her cheeks, her forehead, her lips, her chin. She could feel the warmth of it, the way it spread across her face, the way it left a sticky trail down her neck. The scent of Arjun’s seed filled her nostrils, thick and musky, intoxicating.
Arjun guided the stream, now a torrent, across her face, letting it drip onto her exposed cleavage. The heavy globes of her breasts swayed slightly as the cum trickled down, painting her skin with his offering. He watched her face, her eyes still closed, her lips parted slightly as she breathed in the scent of her own son’s cum.
Lakshmi watched from the side, her own fingers tracing the cum on her body, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire. She had seen Arjun’s dominance over his mother many times, but this was different. This was a ritual, a sacred act of devotion and submission. She had never seen Ira so completely undone, so thoroughly marked by her son’s seed.
The way the thick ropes of cum had splattered across her face, the way it had dripped down her throat, the way it had painted her skin—it was a sight both sacred and obscene, a union of flesh and devotion that transcended the boundaries of propriety. Lakshmi’s fingers twitched with the urge to touch herself, to feel the same weight of seed on her own body, but she resisted. This was Ira’s moment. This was Arjun’s moment.
Ira’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto her son’s cock, still pulsing with a thick creamy stream. She reached out and aimed the stream onto her big round tits, letting the cum coat the globes , watching as it dripped down the valley between them. Arjun’s hand was still on his cock, guiding the stream, his eyes locked onto his mother’s face, now a canvas of his seed.
“More, Arjun,” Ira whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. “Paint me with your cum. Mark me as yours.”
Arjun grunted, his grip tightening on his cock. He aimed the stream at her lips, letting the cum drip onto her tongue. Ira opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, letting the cum pool on it before swallowing it whole. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.
As the stream was trickling down, Lakshmi said, “Maharani you look beautiful. Royal, sacred, and filthy. You’re an amazing mother, Maharani”. Ira indeed was, a wonderful mother. Who else could have been so devoted to her son, so willing to be used by him, so willing to be his whore?
It was a testament to her love, her devotion, her willingness to do anything for her son. And Arjun, he was a king in his own right, a warrior, a lover, a dominant force. He was everything a son should be, and more. He was her son, her lover, her king.
Ira's body was still trembling, her ass still stretched wide from Arjun's cock. She could feel the cum leaking out of her, dripping down her thighs, a constant reminder of her son's dominance. She looked up at Arjun, her eyes filled with a mix of love and lust. "Thank you, beta," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "That was...more than I could have asked for. I’m so fully sated now”.
Arjun smiled at his mother, his eyes softening. He reached out, his fingers gently wiping the cum from her face, scooping it up and bringing it to her lips.
"You don't have to thank me, Mother," he said, his voice soft. "It's my duty, my pleasure, to serve you in any way you need." He watched as she licked his fingers clean, her eyes never leaving his. "And I must say, you look stunning like this. Marked by my seed, your body glistening with our pleasure."
Ira blushed at his words, her heart swelling with love. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. Their lips met, their tongues dancing, tasting the remnants of their passion.
It was just afternoon, Ira had spent the entire morning being fucked by her son. Now she felt sated, her body was relaxed, her mind was calm. She was lying on the bed, her body still glistening with sweat and cum, her hair a wild mess around her shoulders. Arjun was beside her, his hand tracing patterns on her belly, his eyes soft and content.
Lakshmi entered the room, her eyes scanning the scene before her. She had cleaned up, her body now free of the cum that had once coated it. She was dressed in a simple sari, her hair tied back in a neat bun. She looked every inch the respectable lady-in-waiting, but her eyes held a spark of mischief.
“Maharani, what next for the day?
You look like you’ve been well used,” Lakshmi said, her voice a playful tease as she stepped closer to the bed. A tired Ira smiled, “ I have been, my dear. And I’m not complaining.” Her fingers traced the damp, creamy trails of Arjun’s seed still clinging to her skin, the scent of him thick in the air. “But tell me, Lakshmi—do you think the kingdom will survive if its queen spends all her time in bed with her son?”
Lakshmi chuckled, her eyes flickering with amusement. “The kingdom will survive, Maharani. But only if you stop letting your son turn you into a cum-drenched mess every time you step into his chambers.” She leaned down, pressing a kiss to Ira’s forehead.
“But who am I to judge, Maharani? You’ve given this kingdom more than it deserves. A day of pleasure, a day of rest, is the least it can offer you in return.” She straightened up, her eyes scanning the room. “But perhaps, we should find you something to wear. You can’t exactly greet the priests of the Temple at Dawn looking like this.”
Ira laughed, a low, throaty sound that made Arjun’s cock twitch. “You’re right, Lakshmi. As much as I’d like to, I can’t greet the priests with my son’s cum dripping down my thighs.” She sighed, a sound of mock regret.
“Very well, my dear. Let's find me something to wear. But first, help me clean up. I can't have the priests smelling Arjun on me.” She held out her hand to Lakshmi, who took it, helping her up from the bed. Arjun watched them, a soft smile playing on his lips. He loved seeing his mother like this—sated, content, and yet still the queen she was born to be.
Lakshmi led Ira to the bathing chamber, a room filled with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood. The floor was a mosaic of intricate patterns, the walls adorned with frescoes of gods and goddesses in various acts of love and war.
When she returned Ira asked him, “We have to meet the councilmen again this evening beta, after I return from the temple. Would you prefer I join you there naked or you’re planning to fuck someone else during the meeting?”. She had been fucked well and she didn’t mind if her son wanted to fuck someone else. She was a queen, not a jealous wife. She knew Arjun was a man with a high sex drive and she was more than happy to accommodate him.
Arjun pondered, “If you’re sated and tired, I think Radhika the priestess would be a good choice. The councilmen might not have seen her naked before with her being the priestess, I think they’d enjoy the sight of her.” He grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “And who knows, maybe she’ll enjoy the sight of them too. It could be quite the interesting meeting.”
Ira chuckled, “You’re always thinking of ways to spice things up, aren’t you beta? Let’s do it. I’ll tell Lakshmi to invite Radhika to the meeting. Should she be serving you before the councilmen arrive or should she be there when they enter?” She asked.
Arjun thought for a moment, then grinned. “Let’s make it interesting. Have Radhika wait outside the chamber, naked. When the councilmen arrive, I’ll open the door and let them see her. Then, we can decide if she should join us inside or not.” He winked at his mother, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Ira laughed, a sound that was both surprised and delighted. “You’re incorrigible, Arjun.” She turned to Lakshmi, who had been quietly listening to their conversation. “Lakshmi, please make the arrangements. But I have a better idea. Let her know to be sucking on his cock when they arrive. Let them know that even the priestess drinks from Arjun’s cock”.
Ira’s idea was more of a show of authority than purely for Arjun’s pleasure. Arjun and Lakshmi shook their head, the Queen could come up with some of the most creative ideas. They had to respect her wishes and carry out her orders.
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