Adultery A Royal Impregnation by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She waited for him to logically progress and grab her breasts. He did not and just gaped at the delectable mounds of flesh. In desperation she held herself, squeezing her breasts from the broad mass slowly outward to the tips, as if milking pleasure from them. The nipples were now aching and paradoxically, the only relief could come if she hurt herself. She pinched, twisted and pulled on them. Stretching the teats out towards him, as if offering him the flow, she moaned a long painful 'aaaaah!'.

"Samyukta! Ruk jao!" hissed the Rajmata. (Samyukta! Stop!)

Samyukta released her breasts, only to scoop them again and squeeze outward, and pull on the nipples again, hurting the nubs of flesh. And again, and again, in defiance of her watching mother-in-law and in a challenge to the soldier who refused to succumb.

The relief washed over her as one more, milder, orgasm trembled through her frame. the skirt below her drenched in the musky fluid with an aroma that wafted up to his nostrils. She looked up and smiled at him. She had broken the shackles of restraint by mauling of her own tits, by coaxing out one more orgasm, and by the shameless pursuit of her own pleasure. It was a triumph for her. She now turned to helping Samar Singh throw off those restraints. She knew the loyal soldier could not do what she had dared. He needed help.

She reached out for his hands, taking his hands in hers. Her soft fingers felt out the calluses and rough surface of his palms. They would feel wonderful on her. She pulled the hands towards her breasts, but he held himself back as they hovered over them.

"Kya baat hai, Samar Singh ji?" she asked. (What is the matter, Samar Singh?) The use of the respectful suffix 'ji' sounded incongruous to Samar Singh coming from a half naked woman lying in front of him. The nipples had lost their turgidity due to the relief from Samyukta's efforts. The breasts looked divinely appetizing, mounds of pleasure topped by delectable gbang like protrusions.

"Rajmata," he croaked, his throat dry with desire, his brow damp with sweat.

"Jab tak hum ek do ek doosre ko sukh aur santusht nahi karte, tab tak aap mujhe achchi tarah bhar nahi payenge," she said interleaving their fingers. He shuddered at the masterful interplay which massaged him. ("Till we satisfy each other fully, we cannot pursuer this mission properly.")

"Yeh tum kya keh rahi ho beti!" protested the Rajmata. (What are you saying!)

"Mai sahi keh rahi hoon, maa. Aap mujh par bharosa rakhiye, apko apna pota mil jayega," she replied, her eyes drinking in the mad ferocity in Samar Singh's eyes. (I am right. Trust me. I will deliver you your grandson.)