A Royal Impregnation Short Novel English

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It started as increased wetness and became a running flow. The Rajmata's eyes were now shut, her face a picture of concentration. Her mind was focused on the inner being in her which was being awakened.

In the back of her mind, it registered that her juices were now co-mingling with the juices of her daughter-in-law. She had resisted the temptation to feast on this young flesh till now. And now that she was riding high on the intoxicating fucking, she could not imagine why she resisted. Her nipples were wrenched and pulled and she felt being pushed over the cliff of orgasm; but she was unable to obtain release.

Her face screwed up in a contortion of effort. Her mind focused hard on the raging climax and she tried hard to unclench her throbbing cunt. As she tried to let go her pelvic muscles, she felt a rush of fluids which caused her to clench her muscles right back. The orgasm evaded her. She screwed up her face even tighter, scaring the young man beneath her.

He thought the breasts were aching and relaxed his lift on her body. She slumped forward on to him, her hair covering both of them completely the soft, fragrant hair felt beautiful on his face. He allowed it to tickle and tease his skin.

But the Rajmata was a complete contrast; no subtlety for her- she wanted more and she wanted completion. Her elbows and knees quickly became the supporting struts on which to suspend her asking and aching body. "Samar beta!" she gasped, " Jaldi chodo mujhe. Zor se. Abhi!" (Son fuck me quickly. Hard. Now!)

To him, the whole zone of the sexual battle was a slushy, squishy mess with no feelings to his cock. All his feelings were from watching her sexual release and the tortuous path to orgasm. He fucked upward and the thumping of his ass on the stone slab below only became louder. There was, apart from the oil on his body, also the wet patch on which he rested. This was the dripping from Maharani Samyukta's cunt, over which he now lay.

The Rajmata's massive breasts were pressed against his chest. He held her and felt the back of her blouse hinder his contact with her skin. He wanted to touch and feel the mature warm flesh. It felt exciting. Damn the cloth of the blouse. He slid his hand under but it was too tight. It was open in the front but the arms were tight. This woman was full and buxom in her clothes. He wanted to feed on those lovely luscious breasts.

For her, the only space that existed was deep inside her where Samar Singh was reaming her cunt with military rigor. Her lips were at his ears cajoling him and encouraging him on. "Haan, beta, aise hi. Rani Ma ko chodo. Sukh do unhe. Unki sej ka sunpana khatam kar do," she pleaded into his ear. (yes, son, exactly like this. Fuck the Queen Mother. Put an end to the silence in her bedchamber.)

The wet lips on his earlobe maddened him but two things which she babbled in her passion scared him. One, the reference to him still as 'son' and the other the reference to her bedchamber.

"Aaj job hi kar rahen hai aap, yeh aaj tak hi rehne dijiye!" he murmured, caressing her head. (What you are doing today should left at this!).

"No! I can't live without this fucking, you stud!" she slid her wet lips in and out of his ear and kissed his neck. "Roj chodo mujhe!" (Fuck me everyday!)

"Par app toh mujhe bhej rahen hai aaj," he reminded her. (But you are sending me away today). His hands searched out the side of her breasts and he felt the full mass of flesh and rubbed at it, insinuating his hand in between desperate to find her nipple.


"Kyonki bahu sey tumhara kaam ho gaya hai. Ab main tumhe apne liye rakhna chahti hoon," she said breathlessly as she fucked down hard on his cock. All this talk was making her release even tougher. (Because you are done with the daughter-in-law. Now I want to keep you to myself).

"Saas ko bahu sey jalan hai!" he teased her. (The mother-in-law is jealous of the daughter-in-law?)

She lifted her head to look at him, her face burning red at the shameless reference to relationships. She had chosen to fuck the man who her daughter-in-law had been fucking just immediately before. She had given in to lust at a level she had not imagined. She did not want to face that reality. She wanted to raise herself off fully. She could not let him get away with this.

Samar Singh found the gap between their bodies the moment Rajmata raised her head. His hand found the nipple he wanted. He raised his head and sucked it in fully. Rajmata was pushing away at him when his other hand closed around her ass holding her to him. The nipple in his mouth was chewed and sucked upon by him. She found pools of pleasure rippling through her. "Samar Singh!" she called out in pleasure.

He looked upward only to see her eyes closed and head thrown back. He resumed humping her while trying to gobble more and more of her breast, stuffing it into his mouth. The soft large mammaries slapped him in the face as he slobbered over them. She gripped his ears as her resistance meekly gave way to desire for release. The clutching of her ass and the chewing and sucking of her nipples added to the reaming of the cock. She seemed ready to go over the cliff. Somehow, the idea of fucking this young man who had followed her sexual direction to the daughter-in-law excited her. And keeping him in the palace as her own toy excited her even more. She could now afford to titillate herself because a solution had been found.

"Beta, Hunh! Ah! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" she exulted in relief as her orgasm burst. It was a torrent and she was open and gushing. He felt his balls tickle to the running stream down between his legs. She uselessly plunged downward; useless because she was agape and no sensation were conveyed. She gripped his ears and slapped his face with her breasts, rubbing them on him so that her nipples were pleasured. Samar Singh was a mere tool of pleasure for the next few minutes as she ravaged him and pounded and flailed and beat the floor with her fists. Orgasms gushed out in a long stream and the elder woman babbled incoherently.

Samar Singh just hung on to her as she took her pleasure. He clutched at her, biting sucking and kissing whatever of her flesh was at hand. Sometimes it was her breast, then her shoulder, now her chin, then her neck.

As she threw herself around and at him, he tried to hold on. the older woman on top had her eyes closed and was in shameless pursuit of her pleasure. He watched closely as she sat back to have waves ripple through her cunt walls., then forward to have him lave her breasts. Then clinging on to his neck so she could slide up and down in quick jabs. And then finally a long breathless kiss and she squeezed her cunt and gripped as hard as the slippery mess would permit.

When she unclenched her ass muscles a final release gushed out. They both realized, he was undiminished in his hardness.

It was his turn now and the Rajmata prepared herself for his assault. "Yes!" she thought to herself. "This is what I want. And only a man this young can do for me now!"

She raised her body off him. In the normalcy of post orgasmic state the ache in her limbs was palpable. It was a testimony to lack of sexual exercise.

She lay back, her blouse hanging back with her breasts reddened, wet with his saliva. There were bite marks and finger marks from the mauling she had taken from him. But he too had been mauled by her. His cock, while hard was throbbing from the pounding and his body felt sore from the Rajmata's fucking which he had not felt in Samyukta's youthful vigor. Momentarily, Samar Singh felt happy that he could feast on this woman .she clearly knew more and could teach him a lot more in bed.

For now, he positioned himself on his knees, kneeling down between her legs. He looked at the mother of his childhood friend the king. She lay there open to him. Her heavy breasts responded to gravity and slung in each direction. The nipples were like his cock; never short on erection. She was wet with their combined sweat and smeared with oil from him. Her ornaments were minimal but they contoured her body beautifully. She looked very different and Samar Singh could guess that this was how a well-fucked woman looked. The people would know she was getting some from somewhere if they saw how radiant she suddenly looked.

He held his cock in his hands to guide himself to her cunt, when, to his dismay the cock released its charge. It was a strange orgasm which lacked the shooting strength of the bursts that Samyu7kta had taken from him. It seemed he was ready on edge and the touch of his own hand had caused the spill. Gobs of cum mushroomed from his cock and dripped over his fist. Large dollops landed on the Rajmata's flabby stomach and quickly ran down towards her wet, wide-open cunt. Dollop after dollop welled up and soon Rajmata had a mess of cum on her body. She stared in fascination as Samar Singh groaned in frustration.

She reached up and her hand joined his. She gripped the thick bar of flesh hard. He deserved his pleasure and she meant to maximize it for him. Her hand slid back and forth and Samar Singh shuddered in small tremors. The spewing continued with both their hands collecting the semen from him. His pleasure was full and complete from feeling her authoritative hand masturbating him to complete the sense of relief.

For the want of a better place to wipe her hands ,Rajmata smeared his cum on her body drying out her own hand. Tenderly she felt her breasts, pulling on the nipples. She felt like offering them to this boy, to feed and nourish himself.

Samar Sing collapsed on her, his hand holding her breast. His face lay on the other breasts and the tired soldier dozed off.

The Rajmata rocked him gently, nursing him. The youngster had performed commendably. And gone well beyond the call of duty.

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Re: A Royal Impregnation Short Novel English

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Suddenly, the Rajmata felt better able to handle the complex affairs of state facing her son's kingdom.

"Nothing like sexual prowess to restore confidence," she thought to herself, justifying her own little adventure by linking it to the national cause. She felt some amalgam flow from her pussy which she was sure would defy categorization.

He felt heavy as she tried to push him off. But she had to get up and leave. Her body felt alive and she felt powerful. A million things were buzzing in her head on what the kingdom needed next.

The Rajmata was in charge once again.

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