Chapter 30: Court
: The Dawn’s Offering
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The first light of dawn crept through the high, lattice windows of the Temple Hall, painting the stone walls in streaks of pale gold and rose. It was a delicate, almost hesitant touch—like the first breath of a newborn, or the tentative step of a lover waking from a dream too vivid to remember.
The crowd had gathered and so had the rulers. The court hall was filled with an air of anticipation, the scent of fresh flowers and the rustle of silk robes. The courtiers whispered amongst themselves, their eyes darting towards the dais where Maharani Ira and Yuvaraj Arjun would soon take their seats.
Ira entered first, her head held high, her long black hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She was draped in a loose silk, on the top. Her bottom bare. The view of her visage offered everyone her huge soft tits, the soft silk top barely covering them. It made easy for anyone who cared to look, to see the globes swaying slightly with each step. Her hips, full and round, completely bare. Kept so for a purpose, so Arjun could grab, smack or fuck her whenever he desired. The silk top was loose, draped over her shoulders like a veil, barely concealing the heavy mounds of her breasts. The fabric clung to her skin, the sheen of oil from the previous night’s ritual still glistening faintly, catching the early morning light. Her body was a temple of flesh, and the court knew it. They whispered among themselves, some with reverence, others with bold curiosity.
Arjun followed her, his movements deliberate, his presence commanding. He wore only a simple gold chain around his neck, the pendant—a lion-headed sun—resting against his chest. His skin was still marked with faint red fingerprints from where Ira had gripped him during their private moments.
The crowd murmured, but not with disapproval—with a kind of awed fascination, as if they were witnessing a sacred ritual rather than a royal procession.
The dais was already set up—golden cushions arranged in a semi-circle, the throne of the kingdom placed at the center, its back carved with intricate patterns of serpents and lotus flowers. Arjun took his place beside his mother, his hand brushing against hers as he settled into the seat beside her. The touch was fleeting, but the court did not miss it.
There was elation in the air, a palpable buzz of excitement. The festivities of the night before had been a spectacle, a testament to the divine union of the ruler and the ruled. The priestess's ritual had been a sight to behold, but it was the royal coupling that had set the court abuzz. The way Arjun had taken his mother, slow and deep, his control a thing of awe, had left many a courtier with a newfound respect for their young Yuvaraj. And the sight of Ira, her body glistening with oil, her back arching in pleasure, her cries of release echoing through the hall—it had been a sight to stir even the most jaded of hearts.
The competitions, the meals and everything else too had people in great spirits . And today was for the discussions of the events of the festivities. The mood remained great, everyone happy and joyous.
The discussions began, “My lords, and lieges…” the chief minister, a lady in her thirties with a voice like polished bronze, began, “ The Earth-Mother’s Tithe was a resounding success. The priestess’s ritual was a spectacle, a testament to our devotion and unity.”
A murmur of agreement rippled through the court. Arjun leaned back in his seat, his eyes scanning the crowd. He saw Naren, his face flushed with excitement, his eyes gleaming with unshed tears. Naina, beside him, was more composed, but her hand rested on her husband’s thigh, a silent comfort.
“And the royal union,” the minister continued, her gaze flicking to Ira, then to Arjun, “was a sight to behold.
The way the Yuvaraj moved within your body, Maharani, it was as if he carried the kingdom itself. And your surrender—” she paused, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper—“was nothing short of divine.”
Ira smiled faintly, her fingers tracing the edge of the golden throne’s armrest. The silk top she wore was loose enough to shift with the slightest breeze, the fabric clinging to her breasts in a way that made it impossible for anyone not to notice the way they rose and fell with each breath. The court knew this. They whispered about it. Some revered it. Others envied it.
“Divine,” she agreed, her voice smooth as honeyed milk. As the minister continued, Arjun tapped between his legs. A subtle message to his mother. She understood. “One by one, we shall talk about the events”, the voice was going when Ira moved to her knees between her son’s legs. The huge length was ready to be slobbered upon.
The court was waiting for the Maharani to speak, but she had other plans. She knelt between Arjun’s legs, her fingers already slipping the loose silk top down from her shoulders. The fabric pooled around her waist, leaving her bare from the waist up. Her huge, heavy breasts swayed slightly as she leaned forward, her nipples already pebbled from the cool morning air.
The court gasped. The courtiers leaned forward, their eyes wide with anticipation. The chief minister’s voice faltered, her gaze fixed on the sight before her.
Arjun’s cock was thick and veiny, already glistening with pre-cum. “Don’t mind me, please go ahead with the announcements dear”, Ira said before her ruby red lips wrapped around the head of her son’s cock. The court adored this, the absolute casual ness of the act, the way she treated her son's cock like a morning snack. The court watched, entranced, as the Maharani began to suck her son's cock, her head bobbing slowly, her huge breasts swaying with the motion.
The chief minister cleared her throat, her voice barely above a whisper, “The... the archery contest was a great success. The Yuvaraj's shot was... impressive." Her gaze flicked to Arjun's lap, where Ira was now taking him deeper, her throat contracting around him.
Arjun sat in his throne, looking regal. Entirely nonchalant about the way his mother was now taking him deep into her throat. The court was in a joyous mood, they understood that the Queen served her son, anytime and everytime he asked. So they didn’t gasp or whisper this time as Ira’s throat bulged when she let Arjun’s cock slide deep into her throat. They watched, entranced, as the Maharani’s head bobbed up and down, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, her huge tits swaying with each movement.
The chief minster was announcing the first event to be discussed , “ The dance competition was a delightful spectacle. The grace and rhythm of the dancers were a sight to behold. Please, join me to celebrate the winners," the minister said, her voice barely audible over the wet sounds of Ira's mouth on Arjun's cock.
The court nodded, their eyes flicking between the minister and the spectacle unfolding on the dais. The minister continued, "The winner of the dance competition was... Lady Naina. Her grace and poise were unmatched. A true credit to her family and our kingdom."
Naina blushed at the mention of her name, her hand tightening on Naren's thigh. Naren beamed with pride, his eyes gleaming with unshed tears. Arjun, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, nodded his approval. Ira, her mouth full, simply hummed in agreement, the vibration sending a shiver down Arjun's spine.
Her lips slid up and down his length, her tongue swirling around the sensitive crown before taking him deeper again. The court was a blur of shifting silk and murmured approval, their eyes glued to the sight of their queen kneeling at her son’s feet, her full breasts swaying with each bob of her head.
The chief minister cleared her throat again, her voice barely audible over the rhythmic slurping sounds. "The reward for Lady Naina, our Maharani’s necklace of pearls and ruby. If you would please, Lady Naina”, she gestured towards the dais. Naina rose, her silk sari rustling softly, and made her way towards the dais.
On the dais, Ira had stood up. Arjun spread his legs giving his mother her deserved throne.
She sat, her huge tits swaying slightly as she settled into the seat. Her bare bottom rested her son’s thighs and his cock sheathed in her asshole. “Mmm thank you son”, she sighed as she settled herself on his cock, letting it
slide deep inside her tight ass. The court was in awe of the sight. They had never seen anything like this before. The Maharani’s asshole was stretched wide open, her son’s cock glistening with pre-cum as it disappeared into her. The court gasped and murmured in appreciation. The chief minister’s voice was barely audible over the wet sounds of Ira’s ass on Arjun’s cock.
Naina reached the dais, her silk sari flowing gracefully behind her. She was a vision of grace and beauty, her dark eyes sparkling with excitement. Her hands were clasped in front of her, her head held high.
She paused for a moment, her gaze flicking to Arjun and Ira, a soft smile playing on her lips. The sight of the Maharani, her huge breasts swaying as she rode her son's cock, was a sight to behold. Naina's smile widened, a soft blush creeping up her cheeks. She had always admired the Maharani's strength and courage, and this display of power and intimacy was no exception.
"Lady Naina," the chief minister said, her voice barely above a whisper, "you have brought great honor to our kingdom with your dance.
The Maharani has graciously chosen to bestow upon you her necklace of pearls and ruby—a treasure fit for a queen."
Naina’s breath hitched as she stepped closer, her silk sari whispering against the marble floor. The court held its breath, for the Maharani was still seated on her son’s cock, her ass stretched wide, her thighs trembling with each slow thrust. The sight was so intimate, so raw, that it made the air thick with anticipation.
Arjun’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of his mother’s hips, guiding her as she rode him. His eyes never left Naina’s face, watching as she approached, her dark eyes wide with wonder. Ira sensuously unclasped the necklace from her own neck, letting it glide down her chest, revealing the heavy, swaying globes of her breasts. The pearls and rubies caught the light, refracting it like scattered stars.
Naina reached out, lifting Ira’s tits allowing the necklace to fall into her hands. “Nice view isn’t it?”, Ira said smiling to Naina.
Naina blushed, her eyes flicking down to the sight of Ira's huge tits, now bare and heaving with each thrust of Arjun's cock into her ass. A lewd act, but so beautiful with the mother herself offering her ass to her son. Naina replied graciously “ Indeed, Maharani, the view is... breathtaking.” Her voice was steady, but her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling with awe. She had gotten used to the scene, it filled her with warmth.
She had seen the way the Maharani ruled, her firm hand guiding the kingdom with a grace that was both fierce and tender. And now, seeing her like this, her body glistening with sweat, her breath coming in short gasps, Naina felt a strange sense of pride. This was her queen, her ruler, her friend. And she was beautiful.
As she left, the next event to be discussed was the *Kavya Utsav*—the poetic symposium where scholars and bards had gathered to recite verses under the moonlight. The chief minister cleared her throat, but her eyes kept drifting back to Ira’s trembling thighs, the way her ass clenched around Arjun’s cock with every slow, deliberate thrust.
A murmur rippled through the court. Arjun’s fingers flexed against Ira’s hips, his grip firm but gentle, as if he knew she needed him to hold her up.
“Don’t mind my mother folks, she’s just enjoying being impaled in public as always. Please continue” Arjun reassured the chief minister. His voice was smooth and commanding, but his eyes held a hint of amusement as he watched the way his mother’s body moved on his cock. The court was in a state of rapture, their eyes glued to the sight of the Maharani being used as a throne, her huge tits swaying with each thrust of Arjun’s cock. The chief minister nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
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She called upon the winners of the Kavya Utsav, the poetic symposium. The scholars and bards, dressed in their finest, made their way to the hallway.
“Unnnhhh, massage my tits beta, I’m letting you fuck my ass in front of everyone, the least you can do is make sure my tits are happy”, Ira moaned, her voice a low, sultry purr. Arjun chuckled, his hands leaving her hips to cup her heavy breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. They hardened instantly, poking against his palms like tiny, eager diamonds.
“As you wish, Mother,” he replied, his voice a low rumble. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her breasts, kneading them gently, slow, deliberate movements. “Mmm, now that’s how treat your mother when publicly becomes your whore” Ira purred, her eyes fluttering closed, her body relaxing into his touch.
A snicker went around the court, as they enjoyed the salacious banter between the mother and son. The chief minister coughed delicately, her eyes darting between the two, her cheeks flushed with a mix of amusement and embarrassment. She cleared her throat again, this time with more authority. "The scholars and bards have gathered to celebrate the winners of the Kavya Utsav. The symposium was a resounding success, with verses that touched the soul and stirred the heart."
The court murmured their agreement, their eyes still lingering on the intimate display before them. The chief minister continued, "The winner of the Kavya Utsav is none other than Lord Vishwanath, a scholar whose words are as profound as they are poetic. His prize is to be given by our Queen, perhaps once the king is done stretching her ass”. Her joke sent a ripple of laughter through the court. The chief minister’s eyes flicked to the scene unfolding on the dais—Arjun’s fingers kneading Ira’s breasts, his cock buried deep in her ass, the way her body arched with each thrust.
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“Hey, don’t make jokes about my mother, she’s your Queen lest you forget”, Arjun teased the minister, while casually slapping one of the tits he had been massaging . The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the hall, followed by a soft moan from Ira. She was still riding him, her body trembling with pleasure, juices running down her thighs. She winked at Arjun, a sly thank you for the tight slap. The court was in a state of blissful confusion, their eyes darting between the Maharani’s heaving breasts and the way her son’s fingers kneaded them with such familiarity.
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The chief minister gave a nod and a smile to Arjun, as she heard his remark. She was used to the royal antics, and knew the Queen and the Yuvaraj didn’t mind a bit of jest. She turned to the scholars, "Lord Vishwanath, please come forward."
A man, tall and lean, with a face like a hawk and eyes that held the wisdom of ages, stepped forward. He was dressed in a simple white dhoti and angavastram, the gold border of his attire glinting in the morning light. He bowed low before the dais, his hands pressed together in a respectful namaste.
Ira, her eyes still closed, her body still moving in rhythm with Arjun's thrusts, opened her mouth to speak. "Lord Vishwanath, your words have touched our hearts and souls. What gift would you have of me, for this honor?" Ira's voice was a sultry purr, her body still writhing on Arjun's cock, her huge tits swaying with each movement. The court held its breath, their eyes wide with anticipation. The scholar looked up, his gaze flicking from Ira's flushed face to Arjun's hands, still kneading her breasts, to the way her ass was stretched wide around his cock. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"Maharani," he began, his voice steady despite the sight before him, "I would ask for nothing more than the honor of your presence at my next recital. Your presence would be a blessing, a divine inspiration for my words."
Ira's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on her lips. She looked at the scholar, her gaze meeting his, holding it. "A blessing, you say?" she murmured. She leaned forward, her hands resting on Arjun's thighs, her huge tits swaying with the movement. "Or just another chance to see my ass stretched around my son's cock, Lord Vishwanath," Ira purred, her voice dripping with playful seduction. The court erupted into a mix of laughter and murmurs of approval. The scholar's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He had never expected such a response, but something about the way the Maharani spoke, the way her body moved on her son's cock, filled him with a strange kind of awe.
Arjun's fingers tightened around her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples once more. "You're such a tease, Mother," he murmured, his voice low and rough. His fingers tightened around her breasts, before landing a playful but hard slap on the left one. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the hall, and Ira let out a soft, breathy moan. Her body jerked slightly, her ass clenching around his cock as she arched back into the touch.
The court was silent for a moment, their eyes glued to the intimate exchange between mother and son. The chief minister cleared her throat again, her cheeks flushed with a mix of amusement and embarrassment. "Lord Vishwanath, the Maharani has graciously accepted your request. Your recital will be held in the grand hall, and she will grace it with her presence."Lord Vishwanath bowed deeply, his forehead almost touching the marble floor.
"Your grace, Maharani, is an honor beyond measure," he said, his voice steady despite the sight before him. Arjun's fingers were still kneading Ira's breasts, his cock buried deep in her ass, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. The court was a blur of silk and gold, their eyes wide with anticipation, their breaths coming in short gasps.
Ira's eyes fluttered closed again, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Rise, Lord Vishwanath," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr. "And do not forget, I expect nothing but the best from you if I have to leave the comfortable seat on my son’s cock." Her words were a tease.
A promise. The court knew it. The scholars knew it. Even Lord Vishwanath, with his scholarly demeanor, felt the heat of her gaze, the way her body writhed on Arjun’s cock like a living offering. The Maharani was not merely ruling—she was *experiencing*. And that was the kind of power that made men kneel.
The next event was the *Sword Dance*, a spectacle of martial grace where warriors from across the kingdom had gathered to display their skill. The chief minister cleared her throat, her voice barely audible over the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh—the way Ira’s ass tightened around Arjun’s cock, the way her breath hitched with every thrust.
“Mother I’m bored of thrusting up into your ass,” Arjun said, sighing softly, “ Why don’t you ride me like a good little whore?” His voice was utterly casual. But the crowd went agape, such words… from the Yuvaraj. Ira’s eyes snapped open, a laugh bubbling from her throat as she turned her head slightly, her lips still parted from the pleasure of his cock. The court held its breath, their eyes flicking between the two of them, the tension thick with anticipation.
**"Ride me like a whore?"** Ira repeated, her voice dripping with amusement. “Have you forgotten I’m your mother?” she said in mock indignation. “But since you asked so nicely…here let me show you how a good little whore rides her king.” She lifted herself off his cock with a slow, deliberate wiggle of her hips, her asshole still glistening with his seed. The court gasped collectively as she turned around in the air, her long black braid swinging like a whip. Her tits swayed heavily, the nipples hard and dark against the golden glow of her skin. The silk top she had discarded earlier lay abandoned on the dais, forgotten in the heat of their moment.
Arjun watched her with a half-smile, his fingers still resting on his thighs. “You’re enjoying this too much, Mother,” he teased, his voice low and amused.
“The court is watching.”
Ira’s laughter rang through the hall, a rich, throaty sound that made the courtiers lean in closer. She turned her back to the audience,
her round, firm ass still glistening with Arjun’s seed, and lowered herself onto his lap. The crowd murmured in appreciation as she straddled him, her thighs parting to accommodate his thick cock. The way she moved was deliberate, almost teasing, as if she wanted every courtier to see exactly how she took him. Her tits swayed with each shift of her hips, the nipples dark and hard, begging for attention.
“You’re making a spectacle of yourself, Mother,” Arjun murmured, his hands resting on her hips, guiding her movements. His fingers dug into her flesh as she rode him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“How’s my ass looking folks”, Ira asked, as the stretch began to eek between pain and pleasure. She was riding Arjun’s cock like a seasoned courtesan, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. The fat plump asscheeks bounced away from each other with every thrust, the dark, glistening slit of her asshole stretching wide around his cock.
The reply to her question came, “It is glorious , Maharani. The way your asshole stretches around the Yuvaraj’s cock, it’s a sight to behold.” The chief minister’s voice was steady, but her cheeks were flushed.
Ira moaned, her head falling back, her long black hair cascading down her back. “Mmm, I’m glad you’re enjoying the show, Minister,” she purred, her voice a low, sultry drawl. She leaned back, her hands resting on Arjun’s thighs, her huge tits thrust out. She knew she was practically begging her son to slap them, or worse, bite them. The court was watching, their eyes glued to her body as she rode him, her asshole stretching around his cock with every thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the hall, mixed with the soft moans of pleasure that escaped her lips.
The chief minister cleared her throat again, her voice barely audible over the rhythmic slapping sounds. "The Sword Dance was a display of unmatched skill and grace. The warriors who participated were a testament to the strength and valor of our kingdom." She paused, her eyes flicking to Ira and Arjun, then back to the court. "The winner of the Sword Dance is none other than Prince Rajesh, son of the Rajput clan.His skill and agility were unmatched, a true testament to his training and dedication," the chief minister announced, her eyes flicking back to the dais, where Ira was now bouncing on Arjun's cock with increasing fervor. The court murmured their agreement.
Ira, lost in her pleasure, let out a loud moan, her head thrown back, her long black hair cascading down her back. "Oh, beta, you feel so good inside me," she purred, her voice a low, sultry drawl, “fuck it, you were right I admit, I am your whore”. The crowd awed at the public acceptance of the Maharani’s words. Ira’s tits jiggled with each movement, the nipples dark and hard, almost begging for Arjun’s fingers to pinch them. Her asshole stretched around his cock, the wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the hall. The chief minister’s eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted, as she watched the intimate display before her.
“Rajesh dear”, Ira moaned, “what would you have as your prize for winning the Sword Dance? I’m sure you’re a worthy warrior, but I’m sure you’d like something more than just a medal or a title”. The winner paused, then a sly smile spread across his face. “I would like, Maharani, the honor of a night with Radhika, our beloved priestess”. His words brought a smile from every face in the court. The priestess was known for her beauty, her grace, and her ability to move with the rhythm of the gods themselves. Her body was a temple, her skin like polished ivory, her movements like the sway of a sacred tree in the monsoon breeze. And especially since her public gangbang a night ago , the new temple tradition, she was now a living offering to the court.
The court was abuzz with the news of Rajesh's bold request. “Well, if Radhika doesn’t mind, I don’t see why not,” Ira replied. Then Arjun asked her, “Mother would you like to drink cum or we should continue further ?”. The court gasped at the Yuvaraj's boldness. Ira, still riding Arjun's cock, looked at him with a playful smile. “I think I’d like to taste your cum, beta.” The court was in a state of shock and awe, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had never heard such explicit words from the royal family, but there was something about the way Ira and Arjun spoke, the way they moved, that made it impossible to look away.
“Sure mother, then please get down from my cock and let me cum all over your face.” Arjun said, his voice low and commanding. He pulled her down, his hands gripping her waist, guiding her to her knees. The court held its breath as she knelt before him, her huge tits swaying as she lowered her head. Her long, dark hair fell forward like a curtain, obscuring her face from the crowd. The chief minister’s eyes were wide, her fingers tightening around the edge of her sari.
Ira’s breath hitched as she felt Arjun’s cock pressing against her lips. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them. Arjun’s hand came on her head and guided her forward. The crowd held its breath as Ira’s lips parted, her tongue flicking out to taste the first drop of his cum. The scent of him filled her senses—salt, sweat, and something uniquely masculine. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut as she took him deeper into her mouth. Her hands rose to cup his balls, rolling them gently, feeling the weight of them in her palms.
The court was in a frenzy. The chief minister’s fingers dug into her sari, her breath coming in short gasps. "Maharani, you are…" she began, but her voice faltered. And then the Queen drank, as if being fed nectar, she drank her son’s cum. The flow steadying into a thick torrent, to blast into her throat , filling her mouth, her cheeks bulging with the load. She swallowed, her throat bobbing, her eyes fluttering shut, a soft moan escaping her lips. The court watched in awe, their eyes wide with disbelief. The chief minister’s breath hitched as she watched the Maharani swallow her son’s cum, her fingers tightening around the edge of her sari.
“Mmm, that’s my good little whore,” Arjun murmured, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her head as he fucked her mouth. His hips moved in short, sharp thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the sound of wet, sloppy kisses filling the hall. The flow was such, a river going down her throat. And the rivulets that escaped her lips, went down her chin, decorating the heavenly globes of her tits in white thick streaks.
The court was transfixed, their eyes glued to the sight of the Maharani, her mouth full of her son’s cum, her tits glistening with it. Lewd sounds of *gluck gluck gluck* came as the load fervently went past her mouth into her throat.
“Radhika ? Would you like to spend a night with Rajesh?”, he casually asked while holding Ira’s head, cumming an ungodly amount. The hot slutty thirty year old priestess who had been calmly eyeing Rajesh responded casually, “My lord, if you command it I will gladly spend a night with Rajesh. I’d request the Yuvaraj to visit me soon as well, if he wishes.” The court gasped at her boldness, but the Maharani just chuckled, her mouth still full of Arjun’s cum.
Arjun, still holding his mother’s head, looked at Radhika, his eyes gleaming with interest. “Well, Rajesh, it seems you have a busy night ahead. And sure Radhika i will,but first let me finish unloading into my beautiful mother’s mouth”, he replied as his steady flow was being gulped down.
That lay end to the formal discussions for the court session, Arjun stood at the throne, unloading like a river, uncaring, nonchalant. Ira on her knees, tits covered in white by now, with a thick cock down her throat remained there as if no big deal. The court wasn’t bothered either, they were used to it. The sight of the Maharani swallowing her son’s cum like it was holy nectar had become a regular occurrence in their court. The chief minister, however, was visibly shaken. She had never seen anything like this before, the ease with which Ira was handling the still ongoing pour of cum.
As the attendees began to leave, Arjun casually grabbed Ira’s head, pulling her head of his cock. She pouted at the loss of his cock, especially with the torrent of cum it was still releasing. But she wasn’t sad for long as her son quickly bent her over in front of him. To give him better access, she reached behind and spread her asscheeks.
In one smooth gliding motion Arjun was back in her ass, the load , warm and thick with a new passage to consecrate. The grand hall was now mostly empty, save for a few courtiers who lingered, their eyes still lingering on the intimate scene unfolding before them.
“Hey, thanks beta”, Ira moaned, as his load began filling up her stretched out asshole, “ I could have done without the sudden change of plans though.” She was spread wide for him, her ass cheeks quivering with every thrust, the warm cum filling her up like a divine blessing. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the hall, a rhythmic slapping that echoed off the marble walls.
Arjun, still buried deep inside her, chuckled softly. “You’re welcome, Mother. I figured you could use a good filling up.” His voice was low and rough, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her back onto him, his cock sliding in and out with a wet, sloppy sound. He knew she’d drank about as much cum her belly could handle, and since she didn’t like him to waste it , he was giving her a proper ass-filling to make up for it. The court had already dispersed, but a few lingering courtiers watched from the shadows, their eyes glued to the sight of the Maharani being taken from behind.
The warm, thick cum filled her asshole, stretching it wider with each thrust. Ira moaned softly, her head falling forward as she pressed her hands against the marble floor. The cool surface contrasted with the heat of her body, the way Arjun’s cock filled her up making her feel like she was being consumed by him. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the hall, a rhythmic slapping that echoed off the marble walls.
“Any plans for later mother?”, Arjun asked casually fucking her ass while he erupted inside her.
His voice was steady, his thrusts measured, as if he was asking about the weather rather than filling his mother's ass with his cum. The few courtiers left in the hall watched, their eyes wide with disbelief and a strange kind of awe.
Ira, her breath coming in short gasps, her ass clenching around Arjun's cock, looked back at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. “ Well, beta,” she began, her voice a low, sultry purr, “I do have a few things, but later in the day.
I thought I’d spend the morning, well, like this.” She wiggled her ass slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips as Arjun’s cock slid deeper into her.
Arjun chuckled, his fingers tightening around her hips. “Like this, huh?” he said, his voice low and amused. “You mean, with my cock buried deep in your ass, filling you up with my cum?” His hips moved in slow, deliberate thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of her asshole.
“Mhm, why bother with things, when my strong son is filling me up so nicely?” Ira purred, her voice a low, sultry drawl. She pushed back against him, her ass cheeks clenching around his cock, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
The warm, thick cum was filling her up, stretching her wide as Arjun’s hips pistoned in and out of her. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the empty hall, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air.
She rubbed her belly as the warm cum
sloshed around inside her. "You've filled me up so nicely, beta," she purred, her voice a low, satisfied hum. "I feel like I could burst."
Arjun chuckled, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her back onto him, his cock sliding in and out of her asshole with a wet, sloppy sound. "You look beautiful like this, Mother," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "All filled up with my cum, your asshole stretched wide around my cock."
With his thrusts, the load on her face and tits scattered droplets, some splashing onto her belly, some onto the floor. The remaining cum was now filling her asshole, her stomach, and her womb. The Maharani's body was a vessel of pleasure, a temple of desire, and Arjun was the priest filling it with his sacred offering.
The hall was now completely empty, save for the two of them. The cool marble floor beneath her knees contrasted with the heat of her body, the way Arjun's cock filled her up making her feel like she was being consumed by him. Her breath hitched as she felt the warm cum filling her stomach, the sensation both overwhelming and exhilarating.
After about an hour of lazily fucking her ass, and filling her belly with his load, Arjun pulled out with a wet *plop. Ira stood straight, looking like a marvel of white thick cum.
Her skin glowed, her body still quivering with aftershocks, her asshole still clenching as if begging for more. Arjun stepped back, admiring his handiwork. The sight of his mother, her body covered in his cum, was almost too much to bear. His cock twitched in response, but he quickly suppressed the urge, knowing that she would not appreciate being filled again so soon.
The hall was silent, save for the soft sounds of their breathing. The scent of sex and cum filled the air, a heady mix that made Arjun's nostrils flare.
"Beta, you've left me quite satisfied," Ira said, her voice a low, contented purr. “What an amazing load, just as I expected from you.” She reached down, her fingers brushing against the cum still dripping from her asshole, her belly, and her tits. The court had long since dispersed, but the lingering scent of sex and the warmth of her body still clung to the hall. The marble floor beneath her feet was cool, but her skin was flushed with pleasure, her body still humming with the aftershocks of Arjun’s thrusts.
Arjun watched her for a moment, his eyes lingering on the way her skin glistened with his cum. “Back to the chambers for shower?” He asked. Ira shook her head, “no I’m actually late for meeting the chief minister beta, let me just wrap this skirt around. I’ll go meet her as it is”.
She turned her back to Arjun, her tits swaying as she bent over to pick up the discarded silk skirt from the marble floor. The fabric was still warm from her body, the scent of her skin and his cum clinging to it. She pulled it up over her ass, the silk clinging to her skin, the weight of it barely enough to cover the white streaks of his cum on her belly and tits. The sight of her, half-covered, half-revealed, made Arjun’s cock twitch again, but he forced himself to stay still, to resist the urge to pull her back into his arms.
Instead, he watched as she walked away, her hips swaying, her ass cheeks clenching with each step, the silk skirt doing little to hide the evidence of their encounter. The cum on her skin glistened in the sunlight streaming through the high windows, a testament to the pleasure they had shared.
He watched as his topless mother , her huge tits swaying, walked towards the grand doors of the court hall. The silk skirt she had wrapped around her waist was barely enough to cover her ass, the white streaks of his cum still visible on her skin. The guards at the door stood at attention as she passed, their eyes flicking to her body, then quickly away, their faces flushed with embarrassment and desire.
Ira ignored them, her head held high, her long black hair cascading down her back. She was the Maharani, the queen of this realm, and she would not be shamed for the pleasure she took in her son's body.
*In the Strategy room*
The army chief, a few noblemen sat spread around a round table, discussing plans for adding a new battalion to the army. Their Yuvaraj, stood at one end, hands spread wide on the table, hips rolling forward his cock plunging away in the priestess Radhika, who was bent over the table, her ass up in the air, her tits squashed against the cold marble. The room was filled with the sounds of their grunts and the wet, sloppy sounds of Arjun's cock sliding in and out of Radhika's ass.
“Oh lords, Yuvaraj, you could have come to…fuckkk…the temple if you…unhhhhh…you wanted my ass, I too have a few things to do you know”, Radhika moaned, pouting that she had to be used like this in the strategy room. She was bent over the table, her ass cheeks spread wide. “Oh, so you’d rather have strangers in the temple fill you randomly than your king huh Radhika?” Arjun chuckled, his hips slapping against her ass cheeks, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, lewd sound. The noblemen in the room snickered but kept their eyes on the scrolls somehow, pretending to be engrossed in the war plans. Radhika let a loud moan, “Aaahhhh…fuckkkk…noooo…not what I meant Yuvraaaaajjjjjjj…unhhhh…”, her words a low wail, “I just…ummm…so goood… just was saying…unhhh…that as a priestess…oh fuck…I had other…good lordsss…other duties too”.
Her request wasn’t unreasonable, just Arjun was busy and with Ira busy too, he had to have Radhika brought here. “I’m sure you have other duties, Radhika,” Arjun murmured, “but mother’s ass is unavailable right now, so you’ll have to do.” His voice was a low, commanding growl, the kind that made her clench around him even tighter.
Radhika let out a low whimper, her body trembling with pleasure and frustration. She was a priestess, a woman of sacred duty, but the way Arjun spoke to her—like she was his personal offering—made her knees weak. “You’re right, Your Highness,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire. “I’m just…” She paused, her breath hitching as he pulled out just enough to slam back in, making her gasp.
“General let’s continue where we were, shall we?” Arjun said nonchalantly, “and Radhika if you need, you can ask the men here to use you once the meeting is adjourned okay?”, he reassured her.
The noblemen in the room exchanged glances, some of them trying to hide their smiles, others looking away awkwardly. They were all well aware of the new tradition, that the priestess could be used by anyone, anytime, with the Yuvaraj's blessing. But to hear it so casually discussed in the middle of a war council was still a shock.
Radhika, her ass still in the air, her body trembling with unspent desire, looked back at Arjun over her shoulder. "You're too kind, Your Highness," she purred, her voice a low, sultry drawl. "Perhaps later, unhhh…after the council is adjourned the…fuckkk… the gentlemen would...like my mouth, pussy and ass. Oh fuck…just…not more than four…four at a time…okay?” Radhika’s voice was breathy, her words slurring as Arjun’s cock pulled out of her ass with a wet *plop*, leaving her asshole gaping.
“Done, now General”, he said eyes flicking over to the giant man with a calm face, sliding his cock back in Radhika’s ass smoothly. The man spoke, “ Yuvaraj, we are ready to move forward with the new battalion. We have secured the necessary supplies and trained the recruits. The only thing left is to finalize the oath ceremony.”
Arjun nodded, his fingers kneading the soft flesh on the priestess’s ass. He let the men continue.
“ Yuvaraj, we will need to send a messenger to the neighboring kingdoms to secure their support for the oath ceremony. The Rajput clans have already agreed, but the Pandya and Chola territories remain uncertain.” The general’s voice was steady, his gaze flicking between the scrolls and Radhika’s trembling ass.
Arjun’s fingers dug into the priestess’s hips, guiding her forward as he thrust deeper. The wet *slap* of their bodies echoed through the stone room, the scent of sweat and musk thick in the air. “Send them a gift” he said, slapping Radhika’s ass, as if suggesting what kind of gift.
The general nodded, understanding the unspoken command. “A gift, yes, Your Highness. Perhaps a token of our gratitude for their support.” His eyes flicked to Radhika, her body trembling with each thrust, her moans filling the room.
“Yes, a token,” Arjun agreed, his voice a low growl. “Something they won’t forget.” He leaned forward, his hands gripping Radhika’s hips, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with a steady rhythm. The general watched, his eyes lingering on the sight of the Yuvaraj’s cock disappearing into the priestess’s ass, the way her body trembled with each thrust.
He cleared his throat, trying to focus on the task at hand. “And what of the Chola kingdom, Your Highness? Their support is crucial for the oath ceremony to be successful.”
Arjun grunted, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his fingers digging into Radhika’s hips. “Send them a message, General. Tell them that if they wish to maintain their alliance with us, they will send their queen to represent them at the ceremony.”
The general’s eyes widened, his gaze flicking between Arjun and Radhika. “The queen, Your Highness? Are you sure that’s wise?”.
“Oh yes,” Arjun grinned, “the way she spent hours on her knees here last time, I believe she’ll be on our side. She thanked mother so much for sharing me with her, I’m sure she’d agree if mother promises her a few hours with me again.” His voice was a low, sultry drawl, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched the general struggle to maintain his composure.
Radhika, her body trembling with each thrust, let out a low moan. “Oh fuck, Yuvaraj, you’re going to make me cum,” she whimpered, her fingers clawing at the table, her ass cheeks clenching around Arjun’s cock.
Arjun chuckled, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her ass. “Go ahead, Radhika,” he suggested, “so general, do you wanna join in on the Chola Queen, I promise she’d enjoy two cocks, she’s a greedy one.” The general, his face flushed with desire, looked away, trying to hide his growing erection. “I-I’ll leave that to you, Your Highness,” he stammered, his voice thick with lust.
Arjun grinned, his fingers tightening around Radhika’s hips. “Suit yourself, General,” he said, his voice a low growl. “But I assure you, the Chola Queen is a sight to behold. Her tits are as big as melons, her ass as round as the full moon. And just about slutty as our Radhika” he said slapping her ass again, finally pushing her over.
Radhika’s body convulsed, her asshole clenching around Arjun’s cock as she came with a loud, wailing cry.
“Oh fuck, Yuvaraj, I’m cumming, unhh, unhh, unhh!” Her body trembled, her fingers clawing at the table, her ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as waves of pleasure washed over her. Arjun grunted, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, drawing out her orgasm.
The general, his face flushed with desire, watched as the priestess came undone, her body writhing with pleasure. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his erection straining against his pants. Arjun, noticing the general’s discomfort, smirked.
"You can join us later, General, when the Chola Queen arrives. She’ll be eager."Arjun grinned, pulling out of Radhika’s ass.
“Let’s see the maps, and you my dear priestess, please start sucking. I need to sit down while I read the maps”, Arjun said, pulling out a chair and sitting down. Radhika, still trembling from her orgasm, quickly complied, turning around and kneeling between his legs. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips parted. “Yes, Your Highness,” she breathed, her voice a low, sultry drawl. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, her tongue flicking out to lick the head.
Arjun groaned, his hips jerking forward as her tongue made contact. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. He spread his legs wider, giving her more room to work.
The men quickly started describing the changes in allocation on the map with the addition of the new battalion , while Radhika’s head bobbed between his legs. Her lips were stretched around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep.
The general and the other nobles pretended to be engrossed in their discussions, but their eyes kept flickering towards Radhika’s head, her lips wrapped around Arjun’s cock, her tongue swirling around the head.
“Mmm, good job priestess, now go deep”, he said gently guiding her down. A soft calming command , his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her down, his cock sliding deeper into her throat. Radhika pushed through, her hands gripping his thighs, her nails digging into his skin. Arjun groaned, his head falling back, his hips jerking forward as she took him deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock.
“Fuck, that’s good”, he murmured, his fingers tightening in her hair. He looked down at her, his eyes heavy-lidded, his lips parted as he watched her take him deep. Almost as beautiful as watching his mother do the same, he thought to himself. What a life, he thought, watching the priestess suck in him in public was reminding him of his mother. To have such beautiful women, who looked like Goddesses on earth, worshipping him, was a blessing beyond measure. He could feel the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, the one that always preceded his release. He was close, and he wanted to fill Radhika's mouth with his cum, just like he had filled his mother's earlier that morning.
"Radhika," he said, his voice a low growl, "I'm going to cum. Swallow it all, understand?" He didn't need to ask, she knew her duty, but he liked to hear her say it.
"Yes, Your Highness," she replied, her voice muffled around his cock. Then he began reading the maps, with utter focus, just gently guiding her head .
“Your work has been magnificent, gentlemen. Thank you for the hardwork” he said, hands still tracing the subtle yet efficient changes.
The general nodded, a hint of pride in his eyes. “It’s an honor, Yuvaraj. We aim to please.” Arjun smiled, his eyes flicking to Radhika who was still on her knees, her lips wrapped around his cock. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deep.
“Alright, start with the final points men, wrap it up”, he said as he started unloading in her mouth. He was calm and nonchalant as if a stream of white thick cum wasn’t pouring down Radhika’s slackened mouth. His fingers still played with her hair, guiding her head up and down his cock, as she gulped the steady stream.
“Yes yuvaraj, the final points are as follows”, the general said, his voice steady despite the lewd scene unfolding before him. The other nobles, too, kept their eyes on the scrolls, their faces flushed, but their voices steady as they discussed the final details of the war plans.
Arjun listened, his eyes half-closed, his body relaxed as his stream kept pouring into Radhika's mouth.
He opened his eyes, his gaze flicking to the general. "General, send a messenger to the Chola kingdom today. Tell them we expect their queen by the end of the week." His voice was calm, steady, as if he wasn't currently filling the priestess's mouth with his cum.
The general nodded, his eyes flicking to Radhika, then quickly away.
"At once, Your Highness. Perhaps you’ll call me if she’s in an agreeable…mood?”, the general replied hopeful.
His eyes lingered on Radhika’s throat, the way her Adam’s apple bobbed as she swallowed Arjun’s thick, salty load. Arjun smiled at the request “ Of course, General. I’ll make sure she’s well-prepared for your visit. Perhaps you’d like to join me in her temple chambers later? I’m sure she’d appreciate the company.” The general nodded, his face flushing with desire, his eyes flicking between Arjun and Radhika.
“Thank you, Your Highness. I look forward to it.” He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Now, about the oath ceremony, we’ll need to prepare the temple. The priests have agreed to perform the rituals, but they’ll need time to prepare the sacred space.”
Arjun nodded, his fingers still tangled in Radhika’s hair, his cock slowly pumping waves of cum in her mouth. “Very well, General. Take Radhika with you when you do, you can enjoy her in the temple while the preparations are being made. I’m sure she’d be delighted to help you relax.” Arjun said, his voice a low, sultry drawl. He pulled out of Radhika’s mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva and his cum. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips swollen, her chin dripping with his load. She licked her lips, her tongue flicking out to catch the last drops of his cum.
“Thank you, Your Highness,” the general replied, his voice thick with desire. He stood up, his chair scraping against the stone floor.
Radhika, still on her knees, looked up at him, her eyes wide, her lips parted. Arjun held out his hand, helping her to her feet. "Well Radhika?”, he asked, “do you feel upto serving these men, or should I arrange for you to return to the temple? I’m sure the general and the noblemen would love to enjoy your holes if you have time”.
The general spoke up, “ Oh, we’d be delighted, Your Highness. The priestess’s skills are legendary.” His voice was thick with lust, his gaze lingering on Radhika’s trembling body. His fingers twitched, as if already imagining the way her ass would clench around his cock.
Radhika smiled, but provided an alternate offer “ Well, gentlemen, I have a better idea. Why don't we all go to the temple together? While the preparations are made, you all can enjoy me in my sacred chambers. I’ll even make sure the priests bless your unions with holy water and sacred ash. I promise you’ll leave feeling purified and satisfied.” Her voice was a sultry purr, the kind that made the noblemen’s breath catch in their throats. She glanced at Arjun, her eyes glinting with mischief. “After all, what’s more sacred than the pleasure of the gods themselves?”
Arjun smirked, his fingers trailing down her cheek, his thumb brushing against her swollen lips. “A wise suggestion, Radhika. Very wise.” He turned to the general, who stood there with a flushed face, his hands gripping the edge of his chair.
“General, you heard her. The temple is yours. But remember, Radhika here has been blessed by the priests to serve the pleasure of the gods. So, you will treat her with the respect she deserves.” Arjun’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a command that could not be ignored. The general swallowed hard, nodding in agreement.
“Yes, Your Highness. We will treat her with the utmost respect.” His voice was thick with desire, his gaze flickering between Radhika and Arjun.
Radhika let out a soft laugh, her fingers brushing against her cum-stained chin, “Oh, don’t worry, gentlemen. That doesn’t mean you can’t pound or manhandle me as much as you want. I’m just saying, we’ll make it *blessed*.” She wiggled her hips suggestively, her silk dhoti barely covering her ass, the wetness from Arjun’s cum still visible on her thighs. The noblemen exchanged glances, their eyes burning with lust.
Arjun leaned back in his chair, his cock still half-hard, the remnants of his release glistening on his stomach. He stretched his legs out, his boots clicking against the stone floor. “General, you may take Radhika to the temple now”.
Arjun’s voice was smooth, almost bored, as he watched the general’s face flush deeper. His fingers absentmindedly traced the cum-stained skin on his stomach, the scent of Radhika’s saliva and his own release lingering in the air.
The noblemen shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their eyes flicking between the half-naked priestess and the Yuvaraj. The general, his voice thick with desire, cleared his throat. We shall proceed immediately.” He turned to Radhika, his gaze lingering on her body. “Come, priestess. Let us prepare the temple for your divine service.”
*Later in the King’s chambers*
Arjun stood at the balcony, revisiting the day’s work in his mind, as the sun coloured the sky in bright oranges. It had been a few hours after the meeting with the general. He rested with a smile on his face, the kingdom was flourishing, people were happy. He didn’t have to look far to see the signs of prosperity. The markets were bustling with activity, the streets were clean, and the people were well-fed. His mother, Maharani Ira, had done an exceptional job ruling the kingdom, and he was determined to continue her legacy.
The sound of soft footsteps echoed behind him, and he turned to see his mother entering the chamber. She was naked as he always preferred her to be in their space.
Her long black hair cascaded down her back, her hourglass figure silhouetted against the fading sunlight. Her large, round breasts swayed gently with each step, her nipples already hard, anticipating his touch. Her hips were wide, her ass full and round, a testament to her royal lineage and the strength of her bloodline. Her pussy was clean-shaven, a glistening slit between her thick thighs, already wet and ready for him.
"Arjun," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr, "I heard you had a productive day. The general was quite pleased with the new battalion's progress." Her eyes flicked to the cum stains on his stomach, the remnants of Radhika's oral service. "And I heard you enjoyed some...divine inspiration from our dear priestess."
Arjun turned to face her, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, mother, always keeping tabs on my activities. Yes, Radhika was quite...devout in her worship." He smirked, his fingers trailing down her arm, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "But I must say, I missed you.
I was thinking of you all day." She stepped closer, her bare feet silent on the marble floor, her breath warm against his skin. Her fingers traced the outline of his cock, already stirring to life at her touch. "I had to remind myself that the kingdom comes first, but I couldn’t help but wonder how you were spending your time." Her voice was a low, teasing whisper, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke.
Arjun let out a low chuckle, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Well, mother, I had a few...distractions." He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. “But you were sorely missed.”
A motherly smile of understanding played on her lips.
She knew exactly what he meant. “I know my love, I was busy with the council, but I could feel your absence.” Her voice was a velvet caress, “I had to remind myself that I was the queen, not just your mother.”
She had missed her son a lot through the day, but she had her duties to attend to. She had to keep her kingdom running smoothly, and that meant dealing with the endless stream of petitions and requests from her subjects. Arjun had taken over so many responsibilities himself, but there were still matters that she could handle.
She settled on his lap, looking at his face. A look of love on hers, as she caressed his cheek, looking adoringly at her son. From a troublemaking toddler, he had grown into a man who had inherited her strength and her beauty. She looked at the man now, on whose lap she sat, her heart swelling with pride. He was her son, her legacy, her everything. She had raised him into a gentle, caring king, a man who respected women and valued their opinions. She had taught him to be strong, to stand up for what he believed in, and to never back down from a challenge. He was her reflection, her mirror image, and she was incredibly proud of him.
And, beyond that he had also grown into a man who was a God when it came to pleasing women. He was a master at it, and she had taught him everything she knew. She had shown him how to touch a woman, how to kiss her, how to make her body tremble with pleasure. She had taught him how to use his tongue, his fingers, his cock to bring a woman to the brink of ecstasy and then push her over the edge.
She had taught him how to read a woman's body, how to understand her desires, her needs, her fantasies. And he had taken to it like a fish to water. He was a natural, a born lover, and she was incredibly proud of him. He pretty much had a harem now, the priestess, Lakshmi, the chief minister, and even the Chola queen was rumored to be on the list. He had a way with women that was both charming and commanding, a rare balance that made them all want to please him.
On top of that list, sat herself, his mother. A fact she was quite proud of. Didn’t matter she was his mother, he had earned the privilege to have her too as one of his sluts. The most important one ofcourse, but still a slut. Now, she gladly performed as his whore through the day, sucking him off, getting her ass fucked by him in front of the court, or their people, or even the visiting dignitaries. She had grown so fond of those moments, where she would be on her knees, her face covered in his cum, and him casually fucking her ass while talking to people or governing the kingdom.
It was a power trip for her, to be used so openly, so freely by her son. He would look at her with so much love when he used her like that, it made it easy to be that way, to be used like a whore, to be fucked in front of everyone, to be made to beg for his cock.
“Let’s go take a walk around the palace lake?”, Ira
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