Romance The Pathan Mercenary

[Ananya Nanda]

She moaned, "Yes you bloody swine, you filthy marauder! Fuck me like a man. Desecrate my pious cunt. Aah!"

Sher Khan fucked her harder.

"Take my uncut prick. I'm impregnating you! Take my warrior seed in your cunt. Aargh!" shouted Sher Khan as he was hitting the climax.

Pushpavati was having intense, consecutive orgasms. Sher Khan rubbing her clitoris passionately only made it more erotic.

"Aah Goddess I'm about to come! Oh Pathan. Aah! Mother Goddess I'm in heaven. Tear my pussy Pathan! I'm coming," cried Pushpavati as her carnal desires now erupted. Sher Khan was coming in her.

"Aargh! I'm coming !" cried Sher Khan as his love juices flooded Pushpavati's cunt & his seed got registered in her.

Pushpavati collapsed on the bed, & Sher Khan collapsed on her. After a long session of an erotic rhapsody the Pathan & the princess of Devipur laid on each other, their bodies covered with love juices of each other. They laid still on the bed, naked for hours.

Pushpavati thought about the episode. She had tasted love of a man after ages. Even her deceased husband couldn't love her like the Pathan did. She was overwhelmed. She knew that what she did was horribly wrong in the eyes of her religion & customs. She slept with a foreigner being a widow. The Gods wouldn't forgive her. But she didn't care. For her this was freedom. She felt whole.

Pushpavati looked at Sher Khan. He laid in the bed embracing her. He was asleep. She looked at his face & smiled. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. She kissed his forehead silently. He was her guardian angel. The protector of her & her Zamindari.

Pushpavati looked at the windows. It was dusk. She had to go to the temple for the puja (worshipping). She caressed the Pathan's fine face. He woke up.

"I have to leave Pathan. Time for the evening prayers," said Pushpavati in a recomposed tone.

Sher Khan sniffing her neck said, "Can't you stay with me princess? Why worship these false Gods? Let me worship you."

Pulling away from the Pathan Pushpavati said in an angry tone, "Don't say such things Pathan. They are not false Gods."

Sher Khan said, "I am Sorry your highness. You can leave if you want."

Pushpavati stood up. She started dressing. She wore her Saree & tied her hair properly. The only problem was that her blouse had been torn during the love making. She gave it to Sher Khan.

"Sorry for that your highness," said Sher Khan holding her torn blouse.

"It's fine. I'll manage," replied Pushpavati.

"I'll keep this as a souvenir of our passionate moment," said Sher Khan with a sly smile on his face.

"Thanks Pathan for what you did. I'm highly grateful for whatever happened here today. Just make sure that what happened here stays between you & me. Otherwise I'll be ruined & we have a war in our hands," said Pushpavati in a solemn voice.

"Tales of desire are not made public your highness. You have the word of the Pathan. Just like I fulfilled your desire, in the same manner I'll lead the army of Devipur to victory & the enemy chief will lie before you," said Sher Khan.

Pushpavati nodded & was leaving.

Before going out of the room she turned back to Sher Khan & said, "Thank you Pathan for everything."

There was a mixture of love, acknowledgement, & even subtle lust in her voice. Her eyes glittered in the dusk.

Sher Khan saluted her as she left. He stood up for the evening prayer.