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Part one: Mahmud of Ghazni

It was 1007 A.D. and Mahmud of Ghazni was preparing to raid Hindustan once again. His forays were well planned. Crossing over the mountains as the winter snow melted, he would return to Afghanistan before the monsoon made it impossible to ford the rivers that made Hindustan so fertile and wealthy. His strategy was simple – attack, conquer, plunder and then move on. Not for him the administrative and political quagmire of ruling.

On his first incursion he had met severe resistance from a disciplined force led by a powerful king. He had been able to subdue the king's forces with better tactics and the sheer ruthlessness of his men. On the next expedition he had met with even more resistance from the son of the now dead king. This time around Mahmud was on the verge of defeat. The tide of battle and the course of history were changed when the king's elephant for no clear reason bolted from the battlefield. The king's men thinking that their leader was fleeing had capitulated easily.

On subsequent incursions he had been able to run rampant at will through a series of kingdoms with little or no resistance. He had now pillaged most of the kingdoms in the area of Hindustan called the Punjab. Kashmir had been impossible to subjugate and he had given up after a few attempts; besides who cared, there was enough booty to be had elsewhere! He had left behind puppet rulers with the specific task of raising revenues for him. On this expedition he was looking forward to collecting their tribute before moving on to plundering other kingdoms.

It never ceased to amaze him how quickly these accumulated wealth. No matter how many times he ransacked their kingdoms, they always seemed as rich the next time. Ready to be plucked like ripe mangoes!

Ordinary citizens appeared to be well off and some of their houses were worth looting. Even more rewarding was sacking the houses of rich merchants and landlords. But by far the greatest treasure-troves were palaces and temples. Here the accumulation of wealth was at times mind boggling. He remembered one kingdom where the king would weigh himself in gold on his birthday and put that gold away in the palace treasury and when Mahmud raided it he found gold bars stacked to the ceiling! And as to the temples, he remembered a particular one with breathtakingly exquisite life size statues of gods and goddesses with multiple limbs. These statues were made of precious metals and heavily encrusted with diamonds, rubies and sapphires. Being a True Believer, he could not allow these symbols of idol worship to exist. He had the gems carefully removed and the metals melted into bars. And of course he had to take the whole lot back with him to Afghanistan for safe keeping.

But it was not just the loot that brought him back. It was sex as well. Yes, sex and material wealth. The oldest and most dependable motivating forces to make the male Homo sapiens get off his butt and do stuff.

To Mahmud, sex was not synonymous with rape. He was a fighter and a lover. To him rape was disgusting. Taking a woman by force, against her will, was to him an act of cowardice. It was an admission that the perpetrator lacked the skills and the confidence to woo a woman and then fuck her with her full consent, to ecstasy and beyond.

Some of the best sex could be found in Hindu temples. There were women here, called Devdasis or servants of God. Their sole purpose ostensibly was to serve God in whatever capacity. In some kingdoms this included servicing the priests and the wealthy and powerful people of that area under the pretext of 'healing' them.

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He had experienced the 'healing' touch of these sensuous creatures on many an occasion. These women knew how to screw the life out of you - all three orifices, all night, over and over again in numerous positions and various techniques. Two of them in one night could leave you so depleted that for days afterwards you had an idiotic smile on your face and looked at all women as sisters, mothers and daughters, not as sex objects.

But that was not all. He had learned that not all married women were paragons of virtue. True, they gave you the impression that they would rather die than commit adultery. But with a little bit of charm and lots of assurance of secrecy he had been able to get quite a few of them to open their legs for him.

In particular he remembered this ultra conservative long legged woman from his last incursion. She was an aristocratic, haughty ice princess, with a lissome figure, chiseled features, and delightful light brown eyes. She was married to the prime minister of the kingdom he had just moved into. He had sensed the seething passions that lay underneath the frosty exterior of this long legged beauty. And while his men raided the kingdom he had gradually worked on her. It took time but when that woman finally succumbed it was worth the wait and then some. He remembered one memorable night by the end of which he was almost sapped of all his strength. He, Mahmud, the great lover, had almost been bested by this woman. She had taken him up her cunt and anus over and over again in various positions, some so outrageous that he had never been able to duplicate with anyone else. Between rectal and vaginal invasions and some times mid way through she would take him in her mouth and let her cultured tongue pamper his cock. Oh, what a night!

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The memories of that encounter had his sizable penis erect as he rode his trusty steed through the Khyber Pass beyond which lay the plains of Hindustan. But he did not even touch his penis. Masturbating while riding a horse was too close to having sex with animals, which he thought was an abomination. In fact he never masturbated. He never needed to.

While he was home in Ghazni his wife kept him occupied. She was of royal lineage - the daughter of the King of Persia, given to Mahmud to keep him out of Persia. She was an absolute raving beauty. Her doe like enchanting blue eyes, petite frame, soft voice and winsome personality kept him from even looking at other women while he was in Ghazni.

Mahmud could have taken a number of wives and an even greater number of concubines. But he was a practical man and knew that having too many women around could lead to palace intrigue and unnecessary complications and unhappiness. Then there was the question of succession. He and his Persian princess had produced one son and that was that, as far as he was concerned. The boy was now seven years old and already being groomed to become a king.

When Mahmud needed more women he went off and ravished kingdoms in Hindustan or visited a Central Asian neighbor. There he had women of the royal court offering themselves to him, both because their potentates wanted to keep Mahmud off their kingdoms and also because he had worked his charms on them on previous visits.

And what of his Persian princess, was she the doe eyed pristine paragon of virtue he thought she was? Indeed not; she had a sexual appetite even more, if it was possible, than his. She had just learnt to hide it artfully.

The Persian youngster who at this moment stood naked before her was testament to that. His slender form was in stark contrast to the monster that stood out proudly from his loins. How could a small and beautiful fellow pack such a huge weapon? He stood with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his face, and waited. She shuffled forward on the velvety smooth bed and engulfed the bulbous end of his penis with her mouth. Gradually she worked her mouth down the shaft licking its underside with her tongue, till his pubic hair brushed up against her lips. She looked up at him with a smile of accomplishment in her eyes. It was remarkable how easily she was able to swallow his entire prick. It was not just that she had experience – she had been able to do it at their very first encounter.


He moved his hands off his hips and caressed her silken fair hair as she continued to stroke the underside of his cock with her tongue. She braced herself for what she knew was coming next.

He suddenly grabbed her head with both hands and started brutally moving it back and forth on his cock. She began moaning but kept on working on the underside of his prick with her tongue as his rising excitement quickly built up the tempo of his thrusts. Abruptly, with a prolonged cry he came. She swallowed as much as she could but there was just too much stuff today and it leaked out onto her chin and chest. He stooped down and holding her hands made her scoop up all the goop into her mouth and then made her lick her fingers clean. He then stuck his still erect cock back in her mouth.

She sucked on his cock with vigor till it was back to being rock hard. Roughly, he moved her face off his cock and flung her on the large bed. He lifted up her loose skirt and since in anticipation she had not worn undergarments, her hairy cunt was exposed. Without much ado he mounted her. "It has been a long time princess, a very long time." As he sank his prick into her warm and wet cunt, "Tonight I will make you my whore again. Poor Sultan Mahmud thinks you are an angel. Does he know who you really are?" He lowered his face and kissed her on her lips and then insinuated his tongue into her mouth and as she entwined hers with his, he began thrusting it in and out in time with his cock thrusts.

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Then he began savagely fucking her. In and out he banged her cunt viciously slamming into her till she cried out. "Ah my precious princess," he said, "you are in pain?"

"Just fuck me, you idiot," said the dainty beauty, "come on, come on, bang me with that baton." And she spat on him and thrust herself at him with abandon. He licked the spit off with his tongue and collecting some of his own, spat right back, and kept on spitting till her face was covered with spit. All the while he cursed her in their native Persian, calling her a whore, a father fucker, a brother fucker, a loose woman who gets fucked by horses and buggered by donkeys and crapped on by the eunuch who cleans out the royal toilet.

She kept grunting and thrusting herself energetically back at him, holding her legs apart so that he could continue to penetrate her fully. She rubbed her face against his, spreading his spit on his own face, using her tongue to alternately lick his face or entwine it with his tongue. He reached down and ripped her richly embroidered silken blouse off and sucked on her pink nipples. The added sensation tipped her over the edge and she shrieked out a Persian expletive and reached her orgasm. Her cunt was flooded with wholesome fluid even as it clamped down on his huge cock squeezing it rhythmically.

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When she was with this fellow, she loved being taken brutally and treated like a slut. When she was with Mahmud, she loved being treated like a dainty princess, allowing Mahmud to indulge his softer, gentler side and make love to her, not just fuck her. It was not that she was play acting or hiding her real self. Plain and simple – she loved sex. She understood sex was an act between consenting adults and to really enjoy it meant behaving differently with different partners, allowing each of them to express their sexuality completely thus enhancing the interaction and raising the act from mere fucking to sublime intercourse.

The fellow she was with right now had no such lofty thoughts and just waited for her to climb off the rainbow. Not being able to move his cock he feasted on her nipples till finally her cunt released his colossal cock. He then turned her over on to her hands and knees with half his cock still sheathed in her stretched cunt. He climbed on the bed behind her and placing his knees inside hers proceeded to hammer away at her exposed cunt.

He parted her buttocks and there was his crinkled pink prey, her unprotected anus. He spat on his hands and worked the spit around the opening, feeling the muscles of the corrugated ring. Involuntarily, her anal ring contracted, thrilling him. He placed his index finger at the opening and gradually pushed it in till suddenly the ring gave and contracted around his finger. He moved his finger in and out till he felt the sphincter relax and then he shoved another finger in. Gradually he made her get used to the sensation of having her ass hole stuffed. She wanted to yell at him to get on with it and shove his cock up her anus but she also wanted to humor him and let him pretend that she was a poor little dainty princess with a delicate and tiny anus that had to be prepared properly before being ravaged.

He removed his exploring fingers, spat on his prick and then on her ass hole and then placed his cock at the wrinkled opening. Slowly he introduced it in. When he got the head beyond the ring she moaned as if in pain. "Aha, my little princess finds this humble servant's prick too big for her tiny anus," and she moaned some more as he worked it in further. She continued to humor him and play this game even though anal penetration was nothing new or painful. She loved to be taken up the shit hole. In fact Mahmud took her ass quite frequently and his prick was just as thick though shorter than this guy's.

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Finally he bottomed out and then watched in fascination as his cock slithered out till only the heavy head remained embedded. He paused for a moment then thrust it in viciously drawing a genuine cry from her. He began relentlessly assaulting her rectum, forcefully holding her head down and biting the back of her neck. Not satisfied he turned her over and laid her supine and entered her ass face to face. The lusty ravaged expressions on her face exciting him to greater heights.

"Started without me," said someone, startling them both till they saw that it was Aditi the princess's hand maiden and the wife of the guy who was buggering her. It was Aditi who had brought the news of Mahmud's crossing into Hindustan to the princess. Such was the fear of Mahmud that they had not even thought of playing till he was far away. Even now Aditi, the princess's hand maiden, was taking no chances. She had unlocked a cleverly hidden trapdoor in the floor below the thick carpet in the princess's bedroom to let Rahim, her husband, in. She had then gone off to ensure that there was no one else in any of the other rooms that made up the princess's chambers. She had then securely locked from the inside all entrances, before returning to the bedroom. She quickly shed her clothes and joined in.

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She climbed on to the bed and placed her cunt on the princess's face, who then proceeded to use her talented tongue on the exposed vaginal lips and clitoris. They had been lovers for years. In fact this hand maiden of hers had been with her since childhood and had moved with her from Persia when she got married. It was a complex relationship in which they were mistress and servant, friends, lovers and had shared men over the years. It was basically because of this relationship, that the princess had been able to keep her sexual encounters secret, even from her own husband.

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Aditi's husband removed his cock from the princess's anus and thrust it into his wife's open mouth, and said, "Clean it; remove your precious princess's shit from my cock."

"You better have plenty left for me, Rahim you bastard," said Aditi lovingly to her husband, as she briskly tongued his prick from root to tip and back again till it was clean and shining with her spit. Back went the battering ram into the princess's anus in one savage thrust that made her cry out again. Vigorously he buggered her, holding her legs up and parted so that his wife could attack the exposed cunt with her tongue. He could feel that he was close to coming. Roughly he pushed his wife out of the way and moving up the princess's body pushed his cock into her mouth, "You scumbag princess, I am going to come in your royal mouth again." Gladly, the princess's mouth accepted his prong while his wife parted his buttocks and began sucking on his exposed ass hole. This pushed him over the edge and he came; once again flooding the princess's mouth and nostrils with his spunk. Aditi moved from her husband's ass to greedily lick his semen off the princess's face.

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She then heard the muffled tap tap in code and went off to open the trapdoor and let Rogan, her brother, in. He had crawled through a long and winding passageway that started in the royal stables. Rogan was officially in charge of the stables and had discovered this long forgotten secret passageway by sheer chance.

The princess became conscious of his presence when she felt his prick going up her ass.

"Get off my face you swine," said the petite and refined princess to Rahim, "suck my cunt while Rogan buggers my ass." Rahim turned around quickly and enthusiastically immersed his face in her cunt. Rogan removed his prick from the royal ass hole and shoved it at the husband, "Suck my cock, you whore, clean it well for I am going to fuck you with it." Without hesitation Rahim took it in his mouth, lovingly licking every nook and cranny. He had taken this cock up his ass quite a few times and was looking forward to a buggering today.

"No," said the royal wife to Rogan, "fuck my cunt let his wife take care of him." Eagerly Rogan obeyed her and placed his now clean cock at her vaginal opening and with a gratified sigh smoothly shafted her. Aditi, who was aching to have her cunt filled, lay down next to the princess with an expectant smile on her face and her legs eagerly parted. Her husband placed his now erect again cock at her vaginal opening and went down that well used tunnel. She took his huge cock much more easily than had the princess. Very quickly the practiced duo set up a delicious tempo matching their movements with those of the princess and Rogan.

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Her husband's huge cock going in and out of her slick cunt so excited Aditi that she had to reach out and fondle her true love's breasts. She loved her husband but simply adored Mahmud's wife – her childhood sweetheart. She maneuvered herself and her husband so that without breaking the rhythm of their fucking she was able to reach over and kiss the princess on her lips even as she continued kneading her breasts. "Oh, my princess," she said, "My perfect little creature, I will fuck you to my heart's content today. No fear of your husband walking in on us." Her mouth moved down and suckled on those perfect breasts, her tongue expertly working on the perky pink nipples. She reached down and felt her brother's cock as it rammed the princess's cunt and her fingers found the royal clitoris eliciting a contented growl from the princess. Meanwhile her husband hammered his cock into her cunt and was quickly reached the tipping point. He reached over and worked a finger into Rogan's bum hole, and then extending his neck worked his tongue into the princess's mouth. He moved his cock, finger and tongue in rhythm and with a loud and extended grunt came in his wife's warm cunt. Spent, he let his shrinking cock plop out of his wife's flooded cunt and lying on his side continued to observe the frenzied fucking.
 
Rogan was the next to come. But before he reached ejaculation he pulled out of the princess's cunt and impaled his sister's drenched cunt. She held his face in her hands and entwined her tongue with his. A couple of vigorous thrusts and he exploded with a deep seated incestuous growl. But he was not done yet. He kept thrusting into his sister, while she sensuously stroked his body with her hands and his tongue with hers. In no time his penis was rock hard again. He removed it from her clasping cunt and anointed it with perfumed oil that he had brought with him.

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Next he worked the oil into and around her anus liberally smearing the area. Then without much ado he shafted her bung hole. This elicited an involuntary 'oh' from Aditi and then as she grew used to his full blooded thrusts began spitting at him and yelling out choice expletives. This spectacle had made Rahim hard and raring to go. He in turn rubbed profuse amounts of the perfumed oil on his cock and moving Rogan out of the way went up his wife's dark hole.

Rogan was not going to let his penis just hang in thin air. No indeed. He applied oil to Rahim's exposed ass hole and then quickly thrust his cock in. This sudden and brutal assault made Rahim yell out in pain and paralyzed his own cock. But in an instant pain became pleasure and soon two cocks were vigorously being thrust into two very accepting ass holes.

The sight of this communal buggery was too exciting for the princess and she moved her naked body astride Aditi's face who lovingly drooled all over her pink gash.

Rogan was the first to come. He pulled Rahim off Aditi and pushed him face down on the bed. He sat on him and lovingly caressed his pink buttocks while continuing his brutal assault. With a loud and prolonged roar he came up Rahim's ass hole.

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He was not allowed to rest. Rahim had not yet come and his enormous cock was hard as stone. He pushed Rogan off him and onto his back. He then stood up and pulled him to the edge of the bed, pushed his legs back and exposed his anus. Quickly some oil was smeared on anus and cock and then up Rogan's alley went the enormous cock.

This was too much for Rogan to handle and he began howling like an injured dog. His sister hastily shut him up with a slap and then muffled him with her hands, "Shut up you clown. Stop behaving like a foolish virgin. You will have the Princess's guard breaking down the doors. You have taken this cock too many times to be yelping like this." She then moved down and engulfed his penis with her mouth and began working on the poor shrunken thing. Instantly his yelping was reduced to satisfied grunts and she took her hands away from his mouth. In a few more thrusts Rahim was done and flooded Rogan's rectum with his spunk.

All in all, a wonderful menagerie of perverts!

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But back to Mahmud.

As he moved through the mountains, a little hullabaloo was taking place in the kingdom of Bhatner in the plains of Hindustan. A tiger had snatched an infant in the southern reaches of the kingdom. The hapless mother had put the sleepy infant in a hammock while she worked in the fields sowing wheat. A cry and a growl had made her turn around anxiously only to see the tiger disappear into the jungle with the baby.

When word of this reached Bhatner fort, the king's abode, he as the protector of his people, felt duty bound to hunt down this marauding creature. A royal hunt was organized and the king rode out on Bajrang, his favorite steed. It took a day for the royal party to reach that part of the jungle where the tiger had last been seen. It took another day for the royal elephant, Bijli, to reach them and then the hunt started in real earnest.

The king seated high on his lavishly decorated elephant moved into the jungle at the beast's naturally leisurely pace. In front of him went the beaters. They would beat loudly on drums to scare animals out of hiding from under bushes or the thick undergrowth. The jungle was teeming with game which scuttled out in droves. But the king and his people were strict vegetarians. Taking life unnecessarily was a punishable offence. So nothing was killed and the relentless hunt continued for the tiger.

Suddenly the tiger was sighted. It was lying on the ground in thick grass growling and snarling but unable to move. The reason why it turned into a man-eater was now obvious - its left hind paw had been injured at some stage and was now heavily infected. The tiger was put out of its misery with a salvo of royal arrows and its carcass left for the scavengers of the jungle to feed on.

It was on the trail home that tragedy struck.

The king was dozing in the afternoon heat on Bajrang, when a partridge suddenly took flight across the royal path. The startled royal horse reared up in surprise unseating the dozing king who fell off the horse onto the upright spear of a guard walking beside him. The spear entered his side and it was quickly apparent that the king was gravely injured. He was rushed back to Bhatner fort for the royal physician's ministrations. This consisted of the chanting of mantras and the brewing of numerous herbal concoctions which were either imbibed by the royal patient or placed in his wound.

It soon became obvious that the king was going to die. While arrangements were being made for the royal pyre the queen was being prepared for sati. She was young and had been married to the king for just a few years. No matter. Hindu tradition demanded that a widow end her life by immolating herself on her husband's pyre. And royalty had to set an example.

But back to Mahmud.

While all this was going on he and his men had reached the border of Bhatner and were preparing to invade it. Even as the king breathed his last, Mahmud and his soldiers gathered for a swift strike.

The lack of resistance was amazing even by Hindustani standards. People just gaped at the soldiers as they advanced on the fort. It was at the gates that there was some semblance of resistance – the guards refused to open the gates. Two charging horsemen made them quickly change their minds and they flung the gates open and fled.

The young king had been very well liked and his sudden demise had left his people numb and utterly lacking the will to resist. All this meant just one thing to the ever practical Mahmud. He could raid this kingdom without the fear of losing any of his men. And by the grace of God this kingdom looked really rich!

In a leisurely stroll through the fort he found the treasury. As he suspected it was filled to the rafters with good stuff. Immediately, men were detailed to both take inventory and start packing the stuff to take home. He trusted nobody and so had a lot of men involved with everyone watching everyone else.

Next he stumbled upon the female section of the fort. His men had secured the entrance without venturing inside. They knew the ways of their Sultan well!

He pushed open the doors and wandered in. There was the usual assortment of female attendants now huddled together in fearful congress. He spied an ornately carved wooden door that he suspected led to the queen's chambers. Curiosity made him push it open and enter.

In an inner large room he found the queen. She was crouched by the side of a bed on which lay a sleeping child. She was draped in a widow's white sari the free end of which completely covered her face. In an exposed fair hand she held a large metal vessel.

"If you come any closer I will kill myself with this poison." Her voice was throaty yet with a light trill and with a velvety something in it that made Mahmud think of the purring of a cat.

"Stop right there," said that throaty voice. Mahmud stopped right there.

"That is a lot of poison, your highness," said Mahmud with a hint of laughter in his voice, "can it be that the royal poison maker mistook her highness for an elephant."

Queen Deepika drew herself to her full height and said disdainfully in that incredibly sexy voice, "Do not mock us, you savage."

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Mahmud of Ghazni drew in a sharp breath, found his tongue sticking to the roof of his suddenly dry mouth and felt a stirring in his loins. The queen was tall, the top of her head almost up to his eye level, and he was a full head taller than most of his men. Even her baggily draped sari could not effectively hide a perfectly proportioned figure. She had kept her face hidden in the hooded end of her sari. Like any virtuous Hindu woman she would rather show a stranger her bottom than her face. In fact virtuous women were more likely to let you fuck their bottoms than show their faces. His penis enlarged as he remembered the number of perfect and naked bottoms he had fucked – ass or cunt or both, with the face never seen. His penis began rising. Mahmud, he said to himself do away with that thought. Stay in the present.

"Please your highness," he said with a voice suddenly dry and raspy, "I have no intention of mocking you. Forgive this unworthy one and allow him to explain himself. I do not want to harm you or your child. You may call me a savage but as god is my witness I have never forced myself on any woman."

At that precise moment the sleeping child made a sudden movement and let out a cry that made the queen jerk around to make sure all was well. The child carried on sleeping with an abandon only known to the very young. However, on jerking around the queen lost her grip on the hood of her sari. Down came the never to be dropped veil.

Just for an instant, before she regained her hold on the sari, her face was uncovered. That instant for him was like an eternity. He had just beheld the most beautiful face that had ever been his good fortune to behold.

And he had beheld quite a few.

Fair complexion, rich brown hair, chiseled features, generous mouth, almond shaped grey green eyes. God! Thought Mahmud, she is what the Hindus call an Apsara – those heavenly maidens whose beauty enslaves devoted Rishis and even gods

Said this vision of beauty from behind her now restored veil, "We have heard that you and your men have done unspeakable things to the people whose land you usurped."

"Your highness," said Mahmud in a feigned shocked tone, "who told you these lies! Sure we use force to subjugate people to our will. But never more than what is absolutely necessary. And my men never rape or pillage." Absolute nonsense of course because even if Mahmud himself had never raped a woman there was no way he could prevent his men from doing so. And he was smart enough to not even try. But the wily guy was only trying to keep the conversation going. He already had visions of this ethereal beauty bouncing on his prong and was busy figuring out how to get her there.

Said the queen, "If I have been told lies then you tell me the truth."

The truth, only God knows the truth, thought Mahmud, "My people are good and hard working. But by God's will they have been given land on which very little grows. So every now and then I need to make these expeditions to feed my people."

An erect cock has no conscience, absolutely none. And Mahmud's was as erect as a minaret. Her voice, her figure, her face had engorged it to unbelievable proportions. It made him say things with only one aim in mind – put me between those divine thighs.

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"Really?" This really was news to the queen. Feeding his poor people had never been bandied about as a reason for Mahmud's raids.

"How do I know that you tell me the truth? You are denying that your men rape and pillage. And now you tell me that you do not rob us to make you wealthy but only to feed your people!"

"Your supreme majesty," said Mahmud, "I will prove to you that my men do not rape or pillage. My men and I will withdraw from the fort completely. We will stay in tents that we shall pitch at the foot of the little hill on which your fort stands. We will allow free access both to and from the palace. Of course all movement will be closely watched and guards will be posted. If you hear of any misdeeds committed by my men I will withdraw from your kingdom and leave you in peace. However, at the end of seven days if nothing is reported to you, then you will pay me tribute from the royal treasury. The exact amount in gold, silver and precious stones will be what my tax collectors calculate it to be."

Why seven days he was not sure. Except that it would give his men enough time to assess the wealth in the royal treasury, and in the rest of the kingdom – in the temples and houses of the rich. And for him to finalize which kingdom he would annex next.

"This is silly; you already have access to the treasury. You are free to do as you please. Our kingdom is defeated and without a king."

"But I have no other way of showing you my truthfulness. I am not the greedy thief you think I am. I will not touch the treasury till the seven days are up and you are satisfied that I speak the truth. Please accept my offer."

Exasperated the queen said, "Why do you make this offer? This kingdom is yours to do with as you please."

"Because quite simply dear lady you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever had the good fortune to meet." Truthfully and sincerely and with an unbearably erect cock.

This so shocked the queen that she let the end of her sari fall as she turned around with her face uncovered and looked at him in horror.

"I am a widow. How dare you talk to me in this fashion? Don't you know that with the death of my husband my life is forfeit?"

Absolutely the wrong thing to have done. Her naked face, her throaty voice, her perfect figure inflamed his passion so much that it took all his control to stop Mahmud from clasping her to his breast and making passionate love to her right there and then. Actually fuck her to kingdom come was more in line with his thinking. He was a practical man after all; not given to flights of fancy. Just hard old fashioned raging fucking that is what he wanted. Just to fuck this wonderful creature – fuck her cunt, fuck her face, and fuck her ass.

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But all in good time. For now -

"I am a muslim but am not a zealot and I respect the traditions of other religions. I fight and conquer for economic reasons not to convert the conquered to Islam. However, I do find this Hindu practice abhorrent especially when it means that the nectar of life from a delicate flower like you will be fuel for the fire of tradition," said Mahmud waxing lyrical with his sublimated passion.

"No your highness I can not countenance that. I will allow the priests to cremate your husband and I will let the people mourn him but I will not allow you to kill yourself."

"And how exactly will you stop me," said the queen raising the large chalice of poison to her lips.

"Will you really leave your child motherless in this cruel world?"

Defeated, her shoulders drooped and she stifled a sob as her gaze fell on the still sleeping child. He had guessed correctly; this woman had more mother in her than your average woman. Again that impulse to clasp and fuck raced wildly through his brain.

"Mahmud," he said to himself, "get out of here right now. This is not the time. The time will come later if god wills it."

Aloud he said, "I see god has given you wisdom. I will leave now for I can see that you will not disappoint Him. I will take this poison with me."

Outside the door he turned to one of his men and said, "Bring the Hakim here." And when the Hakim appeared he was ordered to go through the queen's chambers to search for poisons. Meanwhile his soldiers removed all weapons with which she could do herself any harm.

Mahmud was a practical man.

For the next seven days he did what he said he would do. He retreated from the fort and camped outside. But everyday he presented himself at the palace and waited till the queen gave him an audience. And then he worked on her. He understood perfectly that you just cannot fuck women. You got to be able to make them want to get fucked.

He placed himself out of sight. But he knew the power in his voice or in fact the power in anyone's voice for that matter. Anyone that is who knew how to use tone, inflection and the meaning of words; anyone who spoke with an erect cock with only one aim in mind. And Mahmud was a past master, an artiste. Gradually and subtly he broke through her suspicions, her primordial ideas , and her inherent shyness till he was able to engage her in effortless conversation. His task was made easier by the fact that she was intelligent and quick on the uptake.

Meanwhile he issued an order that if any of his men raped a local woman he would be beheaded. If there was even a suspicion of wrongdoing - off comes the head. Such was the power of Mahmud's personality that not a single soldier dared disobey him.

When the seven days were up, Mahmud moved back into the fort. He was fed up with the Spartan tent life by then and ready for some hedonistic pleasure. And there was so much and no more discipline that his men could take. And this seduction was going to take longer. Both the queen and he had forgotten about his extracting tribute from the royal treasury. He, because of his seething lust and she because of her raging confusion.

He moved into rooms far away from the Queen's quarters. He was going to be patient and play it like an expert. And his men were going to sack this kingdom like experts in the meantime.

Everyday he sent her flowers and flowery letters that he paid one of her maids (the only one who could read and write) to read to her. Numerous poets had penned this collection of his and he had used it to good effect before. An erect cock has no conscience but just one aim – penetration. He was not just going to fuck her he was going to ass fuck her! With every passing day his fantasies grew more and more. If you do not masturbate like every other frustrated red blooded male then what do you expect?!

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And he sent her perfumes and other items of toiletry and bits of jewelry that he had collected in his marauding.

She sent back everything and he kept sending her more of everything.

Finally she got fed up.

"Why do you do this?" said she exasperated. "I am a widow, my life is forfeit. It ended when my husband died. And you treat me like a lover. You send personal gifts. Gifts that I cannot accept. You are an uncouth man. You eat the flesh of animals. You cannot understand the greatness – I may die a widow in this life but in my next I will be rewarded because I adhered to the tenets. Please let me die and fulfill my destiny."

Aha, thought Mahmud maybe we are finally there.

"Your highness, for too long have I waited. I must now tell you quite plainly what my feelings are. You are like a heavenly being to me. I am worthy of kissing only the ground you walk on."

Mahmud fell to the floor and began animatedly kissing it with unbridled passion. The floor was dusty and tasted awful but he stuck to his task with fervor only out and out lust could engender.

The queen was so embarrassed by this degrading spectacle that she moved forward with arms extended as if to lift him bodily off the floor. Whereupon the lusty rascal seized her hands and began kissing them with unbridled passion. Long tapered fingers delicately poised just waiting to be kissed. She should have taken her hands away immediately. But for some reason that she could not effectively explain she let them lie there clasped in Mahmud's gnarly hands.

He kissed his way up her forearms, her soft and giving arms, to those perfect shoulders and then he was face to face with the most gorgeous creature he had ever set eyes on, his Persian princess included. Even Mahmud the seasoned fornicator was momentarily stunned by this vision of beauty.

For her part the queen continued to be completely confused. She may have been intelligent but was very young and naïve about men. Her husband had been her only lover and he had been as inexperienced and as inhibited as her. Their lovemaking had been hurried and clumsy and each session ended the moment he had expended himself. She was just not used to so much attention and so much fuss being made about her. And then there was this unmentionable feeling that she felt when she heard Mahmud's voice or saw his face; even a beard could not effectively hide a strong jaw and resolute manly features. She felt a trembling in her knees that she could not successfully control being held by this big and powerfully built man.

Mahmud looked at that innocent face with its befuddled expression and he knew he had his prey. Maybe prey was not the right term. Unless sticking a hard piece of flesh into a warm receiving piece of flesh was hunting.

He softly encircled her with his hands and then pressed his lips against hers. She suddenly came alive and struggled to get away. He held her firmly with his brawny arms and moved one hand to the back of her head to keep her face still while he again pressed his lips to hers. For a short while he felt resistance and then like a deer resigned to its fate it melted away and he became conscious of her lips quivering against his and then actually moving against his!

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Gently he moved down. Kissing softly her cheeks, then neck and then the tops of her covered breasts. One of his hands held the back of her neck firmly while the other traveled down her back to her perfect taut buttocks softly squeezing each. By God, they were magnificent. She was tall but not large and this was reflected in her behind and in her breasts when he finally got them uncovered. Those breasts were just bigger than his fully opened hand, with large and long pink nipples that sprang erect and hard when his fingers played with them. He brought his lips to those nipples and teased them with his tongue, first one and then the other.

For her part the queen was now not even remotely opposing what he was doing. She was lost in a haze of excitement. Sexually aroused, perhaps more than she had ever been before in her life, she was actually sighing and gasping and moving against his hands, one of which was now cupping her cunt and rubbing her covered vaginal lips.

Boldly, he slipped his hand under the tied up end of her sari and underclothes to feel her luxuriant pubic hair and her now moist cuntal opening. Gently, he inserted a finger into the ridged interior and she gasped even more. He found her mouth with his and stuck his tongue down her throat. She responded by instinctively sucking on his tongue and this so inflamed him that he jammed two fingers into her now widely accepting cunt and began sawing them in and out. Gone was the gentleness, he was now shamelessly fucking her with his fingers and she was brazenly responding by flinging herself on those marauding fingers.

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Then with a stifled cry and a gasp she came. For the first time ever she had an orgasm. She almost passed out with the intensity of the experience. Incredible; Mahmud's fingers had achieved what her dead husband's penis never had.

Mahmud let her climb off her orgasmic heights. Then he gently laid her on her bed and proceeded to slowly disrobe her.

The lecherous lothario enjoyed every bit of what was gradually revealed - smooth white undulating skin, perky perfect breasts with those mile long huge nipples, an inny belly button rising and falling sexily with her excited breathing on a flat abdomen, curvy waist that he could completely encircle with his hands. Then as he peeled her sari off – the cunt that he had fingered to orgasm, creamy thighs that tapered to dappled knees that flowed into full calves and sculptured feet with long resolute toes.

He just had to do the obvious. He had learnt the pleasures of oral sex from Devdasis on his previous forays and here was someone who deserved every bit of what he had to offer.

He parted those perfect thighs and placed his face between them. He inhaled the fresh scent of this aroused gorgeous woman. Then he stuck his tongue out and tasted her vaginal lips. The contact made her realize what was happening and overcome with disgust – how could anyone put their mouth there – she flapped about and tried to disengage herself. Mahmud was having none of this. He held her wonderful thighs firmly while escalating the assault on her vagina. He licked up to her clitoris and found that it was turgid with arousal and obviously every little bit of it was sensitive as all get out because she was moaning and groaning and writhing, and in no time at all, as he continued his lingual assault she shuddered to another orgasm.

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All the times she had been fucked by her husband had been exciting. But it seemed now that they were just dry runs that never quite reached the take off point, beyond which lay this incredible feeling of wholeness, of being satisfied in every fiber of her being, of lights popping and thunder like explosions going off in her head.
 


As she lay and watched through hazy eyes, Mahmud began undressing. Off came the long loose cotton shirt and then down went the draw string trousers and out popped his cock. She gasped audibly as it sprang into view, huge and proudly erect. She had never really seen an erect cock before. Just glimpses of her husband's before he entered her and sheathed it in her cunt. Most of their fucking had been at night, clumsy and hurried. This erect cock before her made her stomach muscles tighten in excitement and her cunt moist and ready.

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He moved between her thighs and gently entered her. Another gasp from her. Much bigger than the only cock she had known. Slowly he worked it in till finally he was in to his balls. He stopped and savored the moment. It had been hard work but definitely worth it. He looked down at her beautiful face now wreathed in wonderment and lust and then to the sight of his prong sheathed in warmth and wetness. He felt the pleasure he always felt at the completion of a conquest. This was what it was all about. Kingdoms or women; there was no substitute for this feeling of accomplishment that the immediate aftermath of conquest engendered. This feeling was what gave true meaning to his life.

He began moving inside her. Very quickly up to ramming speed and then with a gasp he came. Deprivation of sex had taken its toll on his ability to last.

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To her astonishment he remained hard and in her cunt, and then began thrusting again, even as their combined secretions ran out of her cunt and down her thighs and buttocks on to the bed sheet. This time he lasted a long time. She found herself parting her thighs completely and raising her buttocks to help his prick reach further inside her cunt. She placed her spread feet on his back where they beat on him in time to his lunging. Again she found herself climbing the rainbow and then with a cry she came. Shortly after that he flooded her cunt with a second load.

He stayed on top of her with his softening cock still in her vagina. He bruised her lips with his teeth, and then suckled on her breasts pulling on her nipples with strength and urgency her baby had never displayed. It stimulated her and she found to her astonishment it made his cock hard once again.

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He pulled out his cock with a pop that brought a sigh of disappointment from her. He crawled up her body and held his prick to her mouth.

"Suck this. Open your mouth my queen and suck this hose. Take Mahmud to heaven."

He could not be serious she thought. Suck it?! Ugh! No way!

He held her head firmly and she found her lips parting and her mouth engulfing the head of his prick. Of its own volition her tongue began licking the underside of his penis as more and more of the shaft penetrated her oral cavity. Down her throat it went and all she did was suck and lick till his pubic hair caressed her lips. The repugnance she felt at smelling and tasting their combined intimate secretions had disappeared, replaced by this overwhelming desire to suck the very life out of his prick.

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He looked down at her. My God, he thought, she was a natural. This was a woman made for fucking.

He got up on his knees and began fucking her face. She found herself accepting the violation with pleasure and moving her tongue on the underside of his cock as encouragement.

Her hands found his balls and her fingers began massaging them. This was too much even for a seasoned fucker like Mahmud and he came furiously in her mouth. He held her face as his cock exploded. She swallowed quickly but was just not experienced enough to handle all he had to offer. Stuff trickled out of the corners of her mouth and down her face. Her fingers collected the run off and as his shrinking cock left her mouth she replaced it with her fingers and licked them clean.

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With a twinkle in her eyes she reached for his penis, "Where do you think you are going with that?"

Her hand gently stroked it to semi hardness and then she wrapped her lips around it and sucked it back to powerful rigidity.

He looked in wonder as this beautiful creature, this personification of the ideal in a woman, sucked on his cock with the wantonness of a slut. He had worked hard to get to fuck her. Very hard. But never in his wildest dreams had he anticipated this result. He had been smitten by her absolute beauty cand the outcome he had looked for was to shaft this perfect being. Her beauty had been a goal in itself. He had not looked beyond that. But now as he realized that he had somehow unleashed a lusty tigress his thoughts returned to their usual level of depravity – he was going to ass fuck her. Oh yes he was going to bugger this beauty. He had thoughts of ass fucking her before but those were just the random musings of a sex starved fellow. Never a course of action he had thought possible. But now he saw it as the next course. Make her submit to him, ride her ass, watch as his prong pierced her rectum and her ravaged face begged for release.

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Quickly, he removed his prick from her mouth even as her expression said "why?" He turned her on her side and then slid down to place his mouth on her anus. He parted those magnificent buttocks and gazed in awe at the rose bud. But only for a moment before he attacked it with his tongue.

"Yeech," she thought," What is he doing? That is so dirty." And she tried to move away.

Mahmud was single minded in his purpose. He was going to bugger this woman, this vision of perfection, come what may. His sturdy hands firmly held her hips in place as his lingual assault became more intense.

When she found she could not move away she just lay there and suffered the utter degeneracy of his assault. He lifted her thighs and moving his body placed himself between them, wrapping her legs around him as he licked her shit chute. Imperceptibly but surely she began to get aroused by the incessant banging of his tongue against her anus. Gradually she relaxed and her legs moved against his torso as her lust rose. Mahmud pushed his tongue past her anal ring into her rectum. He held it there even as she voluntarily squeezed her anal muscles shut. But there was no way of expelling the offending tongue. Then he began grinding it in and out till she got used to the strange sensation of having something shoved up a passage that normally shoves out stuff.

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Then he spat on his fingers and took out his tongue and replaced it with a spit slick finger. He spat some more and before she could react another finger went up her rectum. Both fingers began sawing in and out.

Even as she enjoyed the assault she thought, "What is going on?" "What is the purpose of all this?"

And then in a terrifying instant she suddenly knew. "Oh no," she yelled," No, no, it will kill me," and in a frenzied motion freed herself from his fingers and flung herself out of his reach.

Mahmud reacted quickly and wrestled with her on the bed firmly holding her in place with his body atop hers. He regretted using force on this exquisite woman. But he knew she would enjoy it if only he could take her there. Besides which he now had an unbearably erect cock and a mind fixated on anal action. Even as his weight held her on her side, he began softly kissing her hair, her ear, her cheek and she responded by turning her face, her lips. Gradually she relaxed and he let her move onto her back under him. Looking down at her he saw the lust and the want in her eyes. To assuage it he took his erect cock and placed it on her cunt. She parted her thighs and holding his buttocks smoothly impaled herself on his turgid organ. Slowly and rhythmically he fucked her, raising himself up on his arms to observe her ravaged face. Steadily they worked together till she was in the throes of another orgasm. She moaned and groaned and stuck her tongue down his open mouth, and wrapped her gorgeous arms and perfect legs lustfully tight around him as she climbed yet another rainbow.

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He waited for her to come down from orgasmic heights before he stopped thrusting into her. Then he tenderly extracted his still erect cock from her cunt and turned her on her side. She sighed both in satisfaction and resignation as she now knew what was to follow.

Mahmud moved off the bed to grab a vessel filled with scented oil. Scooping some into his hands he gently spread the oil around her anus and then worked heavily oiled fingers softly past her tight sphincter and into her anal canal. Gradually, almost imperceptibly he found her relaxing as she got used to the invading fingers. He removed his fingers and copiously spread the oil on his cock.

The moment was here.

Placing his penis at her anal opening, he gently but with purpose advanced the tip past the anal ring. She moaned and he tenderly caressed her beautiful face with his still oily hands. Then he moved one of them down to her pubic area. She parted her thighs a little to help him gain access to her cunt. He strummed her clitoris, rubbed her labial petals and then entered her vagina while his thumb continued stimulating her clitoris. Simultaneously his cock continued its progression down her shit chute. Such was the distracting power of his digital stimulation that before she realized it, he was buried balls deep in her rectum. Continuing to play with her vagina he set up a slow and soft buggering rhythm.

Then the moment he had been waiting for arrived, as the anal stimulation reached her pleasure center.

She moved under him to accommodate his cock better and began thrusting her buttocks vigorously back at him. He removed his hand from her cunt and turned her onto her hands and knees with his penis still buried in her ass. Then he placed his hands on her hips and holding on to her firmly began ramming her mercilessly and at the same time gazed down on her side turned ravaged face.

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Oh my, he thought to himself, this has to be the high point of my sexual life. His sexual abstinence and the fact that he had come a few times already allowed him to continue ramming her till they were both bathed in sweat. He reached down with his hands to play concurrently with her breasts and cunt. Slowly and indiscernibly he found himself climbing the rainbow. Then with mind boggling urgency he spewed into her rectum, blast after blast till the stuff backed up and drooled past his cock and past her anal ring. He kept thrusting his cock in and out till it softened to the point where it simply fell out of her. Only then did he let go of her and fall on his back on the bed.

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In the days that followed they explored each other and their sexual proclivities. Discovering areas within themselves that neither knew existed.

In between their sexual workouts, Mahmud raided kingdoms to the east of Bhatner while leaving her under the care and protection of hand picked soldiers. In turn, the kingdoms of Sirsa, Kaithal Jind and Karnal felt the wrath of the Sultan and their overflowing treasuries added to his wealth.

Then the winds freshened. Blowing in from the southwest, you could smell the moisture they carried. There was no doubt; the monsoon was on its way. Mahmud knew it was time for him to go home.

"Take me with you," said the young queen, when she learned of his intentions. She really had no standing in this kingdom. Her husband the king was dead and in essence so was she.

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He held her close as she looked up at him with those soft eyes. His heart melted and his penis enlarged. He could not help it; this perfect woman gave him a permanent hard on. At that moment he knew that between his Persian princess and this Hindustani Apsara he would not need another woman ever.

He pictured them lying side by side, in full naked splendor. Two perfectly proportioned bodies as he thrust into one and then seamlessly into the other. Their glorious cunts sucking his penis into their mysterious depths, working on his cock till the heavenly friction caused it to spasm and pore out its gratefulness into one of those soft and clingy channels. And then he would have them turn over onto their hands and knees. Oh, what a sight! Petite perfect buns beside larger wonderful creamy moons. He would part the buttocks of one and then the other to gaze on two magnificent crinkled roses. And then he would worship them with his tongue, forcing it in till the soft muscles that guarded the opening sprang apart and allowed his tongue into the tangy interior. And then the incomparable feeling as his large knob pressed open the anal bud and his whole cock slithered in. Oh, my! As he held onto perfect hips and brutally assaulted one rectum and then the other.

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He found himself rubbing his fully erect penis on the queen's perfect abdomen as his hands caressed her royal buns. He looked into her smoky eyes and saw her rising lust. Off came their scanty clothing and she arranged herself on the large bed to accept him. She let out an involuntary cry as he shafted her with one lust laden savage thrust.

As usual once was not enough. He expended himself twice in her cunt. The second time from behind with a finger up her anus. Setting him up for what he knew would be his last incursion into her rectum. This thought made him howl with lust and regret, even as his oil soaked penis plunged into her backside making her hang on for dear life to the sheets as he purposefully buggered her.

And then it was over and the moment had arrived that he knew he would regret for the rest of his life, "No my dear I cannot take you with me."

Looking at his firm chin and expressionless eyes she knew this was final.

"All right then could you at least take me to my father's kingdom."

Her father was the king of Alwar, a kingdom further south and just a little too out of Mahmud's reach on this incursion. He had heard that it was rich and so next time around he was going to target it. But for now he sent the queen to her father accompanied by a large retinue of his men. They reached Alwar without incident as no one wanted to incur the wrath of Mahmud.

Her father welcomed her with open arms. He had lost his wife, her mother, a few years earlier to an illness that had wracked her lungs and left her so emaciated that when she died their seemed to be only a bony skeleton to cremate.

He had always been a doting father. His only other child, also a daughter, had been married off to the King of Kangra and by all accounts was as happy as could be.

Deepika was grateful that she had a safe place to stay for now. But even as Mahmud's men disappeared over the horizon she was already thinking ahead and planning on how to secure the future for her and her child.

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to be continued...
 
As she lay and watched through hazy eyes, Mahmud began undressing. Off came the long loose cotton shirt and then down went the draw string trousers and out popped his cock. She gasped audibly as it sprang into view, huge and proudly erect. She had never really seen an erect cock before. Just glimpses of her husband's before he entered her and sheathed it in her cunt. Most of their fucking had been at night, clumsy and hurried. This erect cock before her made her stomach muscles tighten in excitement and her cunt moist and ready.

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He moved between her thighs and gently entered her. Another gasp from her. Much bigger than the only cock she had known. Slowly he worked it in till finally he was in to his balls. He stopped and savored the moment. It had been hard work but definitely worth it. He looked down at her beautiful face now wreathed in wonderment and lust and then to the sight of his prong sheathed in warmth and wetness. He felt the pleasure he always felt at the completion of a conquest. This was what it was all about. Kingdoms or women; there was no substitute for this feeling of accomplishment that the immediate aftermath of conquest engendered. This feeling was what gave true meaning to his life.

He began moving inside her. Very quickly up to ramming speed and then with a gasp he came. Deprivation of sex had taken its toll on his ability to last.

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To her astonishment he remained hard and in her cunt, and then began thrusting again, even as their combined secretions ran out of her cunt and down her thighs and buttocks on to the bed sheet. This time he lasted a long time. She found herself parting her thighs completely and raising her buttocks to help his prick reach further inside her cunt. She placed her spread feet on his back where they beat on him in time to his lunging. Again she found herself climbing the rainbow and then with a cry she came. Shortly after that he flooded her cunt with a second load.

He stayed on top of her with his softening cock still in her vagina. He bruised her lips with his teeth, and then suckled on her breasts pulling on her nipples with strength and urgency her baby had never displayed. It stimulated her and she found to her astonishment it made his cock hard once again.

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He pulled out his cock with a pop that brought a sigh of disappointment from her. He crawled up her body and held his prick to her mouth.

"Suck this. Open your mouth my queen and suck this hose. Take Mahmud to heaven."

He could not be serious she thought. Suck it?! Ugh! No way!

He held her head firmly and she found her lips parting and her mouth engulfing the head of his prick. Of its own volition her tongue began licking the underside of his penis as more and more of the shaft penetrated her oral cavity. Down her throat it went and all she did was suck and lick till his pubic hair caressed her lips. The repugnance she felt at smelling and tasting their combined intimate secretions had disappeared, replaced by this overwhelming desire to suck the very life out of his prick.

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He looked down at her. My God, he thought, she was a natural. This was a woman made for fucking.

He got up on his knees and began fucking her face. She found herself accepting the violation with pleasure and moving her tongue on the underside of his cock as encouragement.

Her hands found his balls and her fingers began massaging them. This was too much even for a seasoned fucker like Mahmud and he came furiously in her mouth. He held her face as his cock exploded. She swallowed quickly but was just not experienced enough to handle all he had to offer. Stuff trickled out of the corners of her mouth and down her face. Her fingers collected the run off and as his shrinking cock left her mouth she replaced it with her fingers and licked them clean.

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With a twinkle in her eyes she reached for his penis, "Where do you think you are going with that?"

Her hand gently stroked it to semi hardness and then she wrapped her lips around it and sucked it back to powerful rigidity.

He looked in wonder as this beautiful creature, this personification of the ideal in a woman, sucked on his cock with the wantonness of a slut. He had worked hard to get to fuck her. Very hard. But never in his wildest dreams had he anticipated this result. He had been smitten by her absolute beauty cand the outcome he had looked for was to shaft this perfect being. Her beauty had been a goal in itself. He had not looked beyond that. But now as he realized that he had somehow unleashed a lusty tigress his thoughts returned to their usual level of depravity – he was going to ass fuck her. Oh yes he was going to bugger this beauty. He had thoughts of ass fucking her before but those were just the random musings of a sex starved fellow. Never a course of action he had thought possible. But now he saw it as the next course. Make her submit to him, ride her ass, watch as his prong pierced her rectum and her ravaged face begged for release.

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Quickly, he removed his prick from her mouth even as her expression said "why?" He turned her on her side and then slid down to place his mouth on her anus. He parted those magnificent buttocks and gazed in awe at the rose bud. But only for a moment before he attacked it with his tongue.

"Yeech," she thought," What is he doing? That is so dirty." And she tried to move away.

Mahmud was single minded in his purpose. He was going to bugger this woman, this vision of perfection, come what may. His sturdy hands firmly held her hips in place as his lingual assault became more intense.

When she found she could not move away she just lay there and suffered the utter degeneracy of his assault. He lifted her thighs and moving his body placed himself between them, wrapping her legs around him as he licked her shit chute. Imperceptibly but surely she began to get aroused by the incessant banging of his tongue against her anus. Gradually she relaxed and her legs moved against his torso as her lust rose. Mahmud pushed his tongue past her anal ring into her rectum. He held it there even as she voluntarily squeezed her anal muscles shut. But there was no way of expelling the offending tongue. Then he began grinding it in and out till she got used to the strange sensation of having something shoved up a passage that normally shoves out stuff.

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Then he spat on his fingers and took out his tongue and replaced it with a spit slick finger. He spat some more and before she could react another finger went up her rectum. Both fingers began sawing in and out.

Even as she enjoyed the assault she thought, "What is going on?" "What is the purpose of all this?"

And then in a terrifying instant she suddenly knew. "Oh no," she yelled," No, no, it will kill me," and in a frenzied motion freed herself from his fingers and flung herself out of his reach.

Mahmud reacted quickly and wrestled with her on the bed firmly holding her in place with his body atop hers. He regretted using force on this exquisite woman. But he knew she would enjoy it if only he could take her there. Besides which he now had an unbearably erect cock and a mind fixated on anal action. Even as his weight held her on her side, he began softly kissing her hair, her ear, her cheek and she responded by turning her face, her lips. Gradually she relaxed and he let her move onto her back under him. Looking down at her he saw the lust and the want in her eyes. To assuage it he took his erect cock and placed it on her cunt. She parted her thighs and holding his buttocks smoothly impaled herself on his turgid organ. Slowly and rhythmically he fucked her, raising himself up on his arms to observe her ravaged face. Steadily they worked together till she was in the throes of another orgasm. She moaned and groaned and stuck her tongue down his open mouth, and wrapped her gorgeous arms and perfect legs lustfully tight around him as she climbed yet another rainbow.

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He waited for her to come down from orgasmic heights before he stopped thrusting into her. Then he tenderly extracted his still erect cock from her cunt and turned her on her side. She sighed both in satisfaction and resignation as she now knew what was to follow.

Mahmud moved off the bed to grab a vessel filled with scented oil. Scooping some into his hands he gently spread the oil around her anus and then worked heavily oiled fingers softly past her tight sphincter and into her anal canal. Gradually, almost imperceptibly he found her relaxing as she got used to the invading fingers. He removed his fingers and copiously spread the oil on his cock.

The moment was here.

Placing his penis at her anal opening, he gently but with purpose advanced the tip past the anal ring. She moaned and he tenderly caressed her beautiful face with his still oily hands. Then he moved one of them down to her pubic area. She parted her thighs a little to help him gain access to her cunt. He strummed her clitoris, rubbed her labial petals and then entered her vagina while his thumb continued stimulating her clitoris. Simultaneously his cock continued its progression down her shit chute. Such was the distracting power of his digital stimulation that before she realized it, he was buried balls deep in her rectum. Continuing to play with her vagina he set up a slow and soft buggering rhythm.

Then the moment he had been waiting for arrived, as the anal stimulation reached her pleasure center.

She moved under him to accommodate his cock better and began thrusting her buttocks vigorously back at him. He removed his hand from her cunt and turned her onto her hands and knees with his penis still buried in her ass. Then he placed his hands on her hips and holding on to her firmly began ramming her mercilessly and at the same time gazed down on her side turned ravaged face.

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Oh my, he thought to himself, this has to be the high point of my sexual life. His sexual abstinence and the fact that he had come a few times already allowed him to continue ramming her till they were both bathed in sweat. He reached down with his hands to play concurrently with her breasts and cunt. Slowly and indiscernibly he found himself climbing the rainbow. Then with mind boggling urgency he spewed into her rectum, blast after blast till the stuff backed up and drooled past his cock and past her anal ring. He kept thrusting his cock in and out till it softened to the point where it simply fell out of her. Only then did he let go of her and fall on his back on the bed.

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In the days that followed they explored each other and their sexual proclivities. Discovering areas within themselves that neither knew existed.

In between their sexual workouts, Mahmud raided kingdoms to the east of Bhatner while leaving her under the care and protection of hand picked soldiers. In turn, the kingdoms of Sirsa, Kaithal Jind and Karnal felt the wrath of the Sultan and their overflowing treasuries added to his wealth.

Then the winds freshened. Blowing in from the southwest, you could smell the moisture they carried. There was no doubt; the monsoon was on its way. Mahmud knew it was time for him to go home.

"Take me with you," said the young queen, when she learned of his intentions. She really had no standing in this kingdom. Her husband the king was dead and in essence so was she.

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He held her close as she looked up at him with those soft eyes. His heart melted and his penis enlarged. He could not help it; this perfect woman gave him a permanent hard on. At that moment he knew that between his Persian princess and this Hindustani Apsara he would not need another woman ever.

He pictured them lying side by side, in full naked splendor. Two perfectly proportioned bodies as he thrust into one and then seamlessly into the other. Their glorious cunts sucking his penis into their mysterious depths, working on his cock till the heavenly friction caused it to spasm and pore out its gratefulness into one of those soft and clingy channels. And then he would have them turn over onto their hands and knees. Oh, what a sight! Petite perfect buns beside larger wonderful creamy moons. He would part the buttocks of one and then the other to gaze on two magnificent crinkled roses. And then he would worship them with his tongue, forcing it in till the soft muscles that guarded the opening sprang apart and allowed his tongue into the tangy interior. And then the incomparable feeling as his large knob pressed open the anal bud and his whole cock slithered in. Oh, my! As he held onto perfect hips and brutally assaulted one rectum and then the other.

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He found himself rubbing his fully erect penis on the queen's perfect abdomen as his hands caressed her royal buns. He looked into her smoky eyes and saw her rising lust. Off came their scanty clothing and she arranged herself on the large bed to accept him. She let out an involuntary cry as he shafted her with one lust laden savage thrust.

As usual once was not enough. He expended himself twice in her cunt. The second time from behind with a finger up her anus. Setting him up for what he knew would be his last incursion into her rectum. This thought made him howl with lust and regret, even as his oil soaked penis plunged into her backside making her hang on for dear life to the sheets as he purposefully buggered her.

And then it was over and the moment had arrived that he knew he would regret for the rest of his life, "No my dear I cannot take you with me."

Looking at his firm chin and expressionless eyes she knew this was final.

"All right then could you at least take me to my father's kingdom."

Her father was the king of Alwar, a kingdom further south and just a little too out of Mahmud's reach on this incursion. He had heard that it was rich and so next time around he was going to target it. But for now he sent the queen to her father accompanied by a large retinue of his men. They reached Alwar without incident as no one wanted to incur the wrath of Mahmud.

Her father welcomed her with open arms. He had lost his wife, her mother, a few years earlier to an illness that had wracked her lungs and left her so emaciated that when she died their seemed to be only a bony skeleton to cremate.

He had always been a doting father. His only other child, also a daughter, had been married off to the King of Kangra and by all accounts was as happy as could be.

Deepika was grateful that she had a safe place to stay for now. But even as Mahmud's men disappeared over the horizon she was already thinking ahead and planning on how to secure the future for her and her child.

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Mansion House S2 E13

Something wasn't quite right. Anu Emmanuel woke up on New Year's Day with the distinct memory of celebrating the new year in several different ways. Was that what happened when you got drunk? But she'd only had a little champagne. She remembered the thrill of kissing Krishan as the clock struck midnight. How amazing, he really was into her. But then, somehow, she had also spent midnight making out with her friend, Shriya. And then she'd also had several boring celebrations in the living room. Each moment was as real in her memory as the next one.

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Several other people woke that day to the same confusion. Hansika rolled away from her still snoring husband. She was giddy, because Krishan had chosen her to spend midnight with on New Year's. But then she remembered he'd gone off with other women and she'd been left at that boring party several times. How had both happened?

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Krishan had heard that mysterious clock signal midnight while he spent time with several women. He was grateful for all of it, but especially that he got to share that special moment with both his sister and his mom. They were, after all, the two most important people in his life. He knew the house had bent space and time for him. That's what he got for being friends with Day Star, he supposed. Were they friends? Partners? He took a deep breath and got out of bed. Krishan threw on jeans and a t-shirt and headed downstairs.

There were still discarded cups and party hats on the stairs. But it didn't look too bad. He sighed, and turned toward the kitchen to grab a trash bag. Being the first up meant he'd bag some garbage so the others would wake to a cleaner house. Krishan paused. Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He slowly turned to the right and his mouth fell open. Someone had stepped on Ileana's salt salamander drawing last night, and it was nearly unrecognizable on the floor. Above it, the door to the locked room stood wide open.

"Shit." Krishan walked at a snail's pace toward the room. A quiet settled over the house. Not even the great clock so much as ticked. The steady metronome of his pulse beat in his ears.

Upstairs, Hansika stopped daydreaming, sat up in bed with a start, and jumped onto the cold floor. She threw on a sweatshirt and raced out of the spare room, leaving her sleeping husband behind. Something was wrong and the house needed her.

"Hello?" Krishan couldn't see into the room from his angle, but a trapezoid of orange, flickering light fell across the hall. "Is someone there?" His bare feet padded closer and closer. He walked up to the open doorway and looked in. The great bear stood in its corner, still in a fearsome pose. The last man Krishan expected to see sat in the armchair near the back wall wagging a finger at Krishan. "Mr. Maxamed ?"

Maxamed said nothing and didn't move but for the finger that continued to admonish Krishan. He wore one of his dark suits, with a red tie. A small rivulet of crimson ran over his dark forehead, snaked around his right eye, and dripped off his cheek.

"Um ... Are you okay?" Krishan looked around the room. Everything else was as he remembered it. The sideboard, the bottles, the sofa, the oil lamp, were all in place. When Krishan looked back at the bear. It had moved a foot closer to the door. Now, its glass eyes were trained on Krishan. "We need to go, Mr. Maxamed." Krishan held out his hand and blinked. During the fraction of a second his eyes were closed, the bear moved another couple feet. A frozen snarl had spread on its face, further exposing its yellowed canines.

A deep frown etched itself on Maxamed's face. He kept wagging his finger.

"Krish?" Hansika's voice carried down the stairs.

"I'm here." Krishan looked toward the stairs and then back into the room. The bear had moved closer, standing still as a statue in the middle of the room, partly obscuring Krishan's view of Maxamed. The dead animal looked very angry. "Shit." Krishan widened his eyes, trying his best not to blink. "Come on, Mr. Maxamed. It's now or never. Let's get you out of there."

Maxamed gave no indication of having heard Krishan. He sat reclined in the armchair, his finger waving back and forth.

"Krishan, no." Hansika's feet hit the bottom of the stairs. Goosebumps broke out on her bare legs. She sprinted over to the room, pulled Krishan by the shirt away from the doorway, and slammed the door shut. The last thing she saw of the room was the giant, brown bear mere inches away, its claws outstretched. The crack of the slamming door echoed around the hall and the entryway. Hansika put her hands on her knees and sucked in air. "That's a bad ... room, Krish." She looked over at her eighteen-year-old brother-in-law.

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"Yeah ..." Krishan gathered himself. "Wait, Mr. Maxamed is still in there. We have to get him out."

"There's no one alive ... in there." Hansika caught her breath.

"How do you know?" Krishan reached for the knob on the door. He tried to turn it, but it was locked.

"I have some connection ... to that room." Hansika straightened up.

Krishan wanted to ask her questions about it, but that would have to wait. A troubling thought occurred to him. "Mrs. Maxamed said she'd trapped Mr. Vijay in there. So, he's out. What's he doing now?"

"Upstairs," Hansika said.

"Upstairs," Krishan said at the same time.

Together they turned and raced up the stairs. They didn't know who Vijay would target, but Ileana, Karun, Shriya, Anushka, and Ganesh were all asleep and vulnerable.

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"This is where I welcomed those destined for the sacrifice." Vijay sat in an armchair and waved his hand to encompass the small room. A massive stuffed bear stood to his right. A sideboard rested to his left. "I would pour them a drink from there. And they wouldn't wake up until the ceremony."

"Sacrifice?" Ganesh sat on a comfortable sofa, a tumbler in his hand. Ice clinked in the glass as he held it up to regard the amber liquid. "What did you do to those people?"

"I shed blood, Mr. Ganesh." Vijay smiled. A thin white line formed under his black mustache. He pushed back his hair from his forehead and tugged at his perfectly tailored suit. "It gave me clarity of purpose. But that was so long ago, and the world has darkened since. To change the course of things, He needs more offerings. But they are so few and far between now."

"You are an abomination before God." Ganesh couldn't get the tremor out of his voice.

"You misunderstand me. I did this for God." Vijay eyed Ganesh's tumbler. "And when the days of her purifying are completed, whether for a son or for a daughter, she shall bring to the priest at the entrance of the tent of meeting a lamb a year old for a burnt offering, and a pigeon or a turtledove for a sin offering." He paused to see the effect on the other man. "But the sins of our species compiled, and God asked for greater and greater pledges. He needs our blood to wash away our sins. I did as he asked, ever the humble servant."

"You did this for God?" Ganesh dropped his drink to the richly colored carpet on the floor. It spilled, ice fanning out from the impact.

"Are you not His servant, too?" Vijay leaned closer to Ganesh. "Do you not want to atone for our sins?"

"This is a nightmare." Ganesh slid to the other side of the sofa. "This isn't my house. This is a perversion."

"Let's talk about perversion, Mr. Ganesh." Vijay's smile widened.

~~

Women fell before Krishan. Anushka watched them fall in her dream. For some reason she reveled in it. She saw wives give up on decades of fidelity for a chance with her son. Just like Anushka had herself. She delighted in each conquest. In her dream, Anushka could see Krishan's seed spread about their city like an infection. No, that wasn't right. He moved throughout the city like a cure stamping out disease. He would root out the sickness of a false hegemony.

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But something reached out to him. Something sought Krishan from the dark. It desperately wanted to cut his wick before he could burn brightly. Something so very black. And it was in the room with Anushka. She opened her eyes, sat up, and screamed.

Crouched on the other side of the bed was a large man Anushka recognized. He leaned his head right next to Ganesh's ear, whispering something Anushka couldn't hear. Vijay's black eyes darted up to her when she woke, but his lips continued working.

"Leave ... please ..." Anushka croaked.

"I will not leave my house." Vijay smiled cheerfully, and straightened to his full height.

Krishan and Hansika burst in the door behind Vijay.

Despite Anushka's scream, Ganesh continued to snore.

"My own room cannot hold me. That was a foolish endeavor. There once was a prison of thorn and vine." Vijay stuck an arm behind him and knocked the onrushing Krishan to the side. Krishan hit the floor and slid until the wall stopped him near the bathroom door. Hansika rushed the phantom and met the same fate, sliding on the floor until she came to a stop next to Krishan. They groaned in a pile at the other end of the room.

"Krish!" Anushka screamed.

"She kept me there for decades." Vijay's voice carried an unnatural calm and measure. "Thorn and vine, thorn and vine. But her order depended too much on entropy. When she couldn't ensnare the pathetic and corruptible, her power ebbed. And He gave me what I needed. Thorn and vine. Thorn and vine."

Anushka looked down at her sleeping husband. "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing I haven't done before." He took a menacing step toward Krishan and Hansika where they lay on the floor. "But it wasn't me that donned the poor man's horns. You made a mockery of him."

"I ... I ..." Anushka hugged her bare breasts and shrunk into her mattress.

"Begone demon." Ileana, dressed only in her panties, stepped into the room holding a box of salt and a fiery demeanor. She poured a half circle of salt on the floor around Vijay, but faltered when he fixed her with his dark stare. How could she get behind the creature without stepping too close to him?

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"Look at what a harlot you've become." Vijay spat the words. "Your head uncovered. Your globes exposed to man. Men who are not your husband ..."

As he talked, Nayanthara improbably crawled from under the bed behind him. She stood and made eye contact with Ileana. The pregnant woman in Victorian dress nodded to the box of salt. Vijay did not see his wife behind him.
 
"My offer is not forfeit," Vijay continued. "I can reunite you with your husband."

"Don't." Krishan looked up at her. "Mr. Samatar is dead, I think. I saw him. I think Mr. Vijay killed him."

Fury spread on Ileana's face, contorting her pretty features into something almost unrecognizable. She looked back and forth between Krishan and Vijay. Ileana then dropped the box of salt in front of her and kicked it right through Vijay's spread legs. Nayanthara stopped the box with her foot, picked it up and finished the circle around her husband.

"You took my husband?" Ileana stepped toward Vijay as he stood frozen.

Vijay did nothing more than wink at her.

"Goodbye, dearie." Nayanthara waved her hand through Vijay's chest. The apparition fragmented and evaporated.

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"Is he gone?" Krishan moved Hansika off him and sat up with his back against the wall. He rubbed the back of his head.

"For now." Nayanthara stepped over to the naked Ileana and took her into an embrace. "Thank you. I did not know he had come by a sacrifice. He's stronger than I thought. I am aggrieved at the loss of your husband."

"Is he ...?" Tears rolled down Ileana's cheeks. She let herself be drawn into the cold, demonic embrace. Had she really made allies with one of their kind? "Is he really gone?"

"It seems so." Nayanthara patted her back. "Vijay hid it from me. I couldn't see." She led Ileana to the bed and sat her on the edge. Nayanthara looked down at Ganesh as he continued to snore.

"Is my husband okay?" Anushka looked on at the strange scene. A tightness pulled at her chest.

"That was a fine trick orchestrated by our friend here." Nayanthara rested her pale hand on Ileana's shoulder. The binary stones on her wedding ring shone in the first rays of sunlight peeking through the window. "I pushed Vijay and his influence some distance from us. But watch your Ganesh closely. If he seems to wander astray, it may be wise to move him from the house for a while."

"What did he mean by thorn and vine?" Krishan stood up and helped Hansika to her feet.

"My partner and I once tricked my husband after his death into a prison of his own making just outside the house." Nayanthara pressed her lips together. "But we didn't have the strength to keep him there."

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"But you're getting stronger?" Krishan walked over to the bed, sat next to Ileana, and put his arm around the crying woman, trying to comfort her.

"I am." Nayanthara nodded. "But if we were to try and lock him away again, for good, we would need more strength still."

"I'll do what I have to," Krishan said. "We'll all do what we have to."

Anushka, Hansika, and Ileana all nodded at this. Ganesh continued his soft snores.

"Very good." Nayanthara smiled. Warmth emanated from her freckled face. And she told them how they could raise the energy needed to deal with Vijay and his troublesome God once and for all.

~~

Days passed and Vijay stayed away. Ileana put another ward in front of the locked room, but she doubted he was in there. She searched her feelings to see if Vijay had spoken true about her husband. Had her departed Maxamed somehow fallen under the evil man's spell? Ileana couldn't find his spirit, but such tasks were difficult without her dreamstone.

The twins continued to console and comfort Ileana with their bodies. It became clear Krishan had successfully planted his seed inside her belly swelled. That meant he was going to be a father four times over. At the least.


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~~

It was inevitable that Anushka would find the twins together. It happened late one cold night. She put on a lace bra and panties and threw a long robe over her lingerie. The house was so chilly whenever the temperature dropped near zero. She looked back at her sleeping husband. He'd done so much better in the last few weeks. Anushka hoped that the poor man would continue to keep his focus on the house and lead his charmed, unsuspecting life. She wondered what would happen when Ganesh finally finished his work on the house. Would they actually sell it? Even with the threat of Vijay's return, Anushka didn't want to leave.

Anushka slipped out of the room and padded down the hall toward Krishan's room. The night before, she'd visited Shriya. So, now it was her son's turn to share in his mother's body and soul. A fire burned inside Anushka. She needed the twins more and more every day. When she wasn't with them, she often caught herself daydreaming about the pleasures they gave her over and over again.

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The great clock tick-tocked, echoing off the old walls. Anushka arrived at Krishan's door and let herself in. She closed the door behind her and turned toward his bed. She froze when she heard a soft moan, and then her eyes caught sight of Shriya's small frame slowly undulating on top of her brother. "Oh, my." Anushka put her hand to her mouth. "I ... I didn't mean to interrupt."

Shriya turned her elfin face toward her mother and smiled. "It's okay, Mom. We ... uh ... uh ... like having you here."

"Yeah." Krishan had a dreamy smile on his face with his head on the pillow. "Remember what we talked about?"

"You mean ..." Anushka's eyes widened. "You're doing her without a condom right now?"

"He is," Shriya purred. "And he's already ... oooohhhhh ... cum in me once tonight." She made slow circles with her hips.

"Oh, my." Anushka's pussy flooded at the thought of what she was witnessing. "In your vagina?"

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"In her pussy, yeah." Krishan gripped Shriya's hips and ground her down on him with a little more force.

"In her pussy," Anushka whispered. "You'll get her pregnant for sure."
 
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