Ancient Indian King and the Erotic Storyteller
#7
The Maharaja's Midnight Whisper
Characters:
  • Maharaj Adarsh: The King.
  • Kavi: The Storyteller.
Setting: The private chambers of Maharaj Adarsh. The next day.

(Scene 1) - [b]The Milk Maiden of the Yamuna[/b]

Kavi enters the chambers. Maharaj Adarsh is sitting, but he stands as Kavi enters, a broad smile on his face. He is radiating a powerful, satisfied energy.
Maharaj Adarsh: "Kavi. The man who builds worlds with his words. I am a new man today. The story of Damini has unlocked something in me. I have never felt so powerful."
Kavi: "The Maharaj is kind."
Maharaj Adarsh: "I am honest. That story is complete. A perfect, cruel jewel. It is finished. I do not wish to spoil it with more. But my appetite… my appetite is now endless. I need another. A new world. A new woman."
Kavi: "What does the Maharaj wish to see today?"
Maharaj Adarsh: "I have a picture in my mind. A simpler picture, perhaps. But one that excites me greatly. I want a story about women. Only women."
Kavi: "As you wish, Maharaj. This story is called… The Milk Maiden of the Yamuna."
The King sits, leaning forward eagerly. Kavi's voice becomes flat and clear.
Kavi: "It is a very hot day in Delhi. Three young women go to a hidden part of the river to bathe. Their names are Meera, Sunita, and Kavita."
Maharaj Adarsh: "And Kavita… she is the one?"
Kavi: "Yes, Maharaj. Kavita has a new baby at home. Her husband is a traveling merchant, and he is away. Her breasts are very big. They are heavy and ache with milk."
Kavi: "The three women take off their saris. They are all naked. Their brown skin shines in the sun. They walk into the cool water of the river."
Sunita: "Ah, this is so good. The water feels wonderful."
Meera: "It is too hot in the city today."
Kavi: "They are laughing and splashing each other. Kavita moves away from them, into deeper water. She holds her breasts. They are hurting her."
Meera: "What is wrong, Kavita? You look like you are in pain."
Kavita: "It is my breasts. The baby slept all morning. They are so full, they feel like they will burst."
Kavi: "She puts her hands on her right breast. She squeezes it to ease the pain."
Kavi: "A long, white stream of milk shoots from her nipple. It hits the surface of the river. It makes a white cloud in the clear water."
Sunita: "Kavita! Look at that!"
Meera: "I have never seen so much milk."
Kavi: "Kavita squeezes her breast again. Another stream of milk shoots out. And then another."
Kavita: "It feels a little better. But so much is being wasted."
Kavi: "Sunita swims closer to her. She is looking at Kavita's wet nipple. Her eyes are curious."
Sunita: "What does it taste like?"
Kavita: "What?"
Sunita: "Your milk. Is it sweet?"
Kavita: "I… I suppose so. The baby likes it."
Kavi: "Meera swims over to them. She is also staring at Kavita's huge, leaking breasts."
Meera: "It is a shame to feed it to the fish. Let us taste it, Kavita. We are all friends here."
Kavita: "You want… to drink from my breast?"
Sunita: "Why not? Let me try. Just a little taste."
Kavi: "Kavita is nervous. But her breasts are still aching. And she is curious too. She nods her head slowly."
Kavita: "Okay. Just a little."
Kavi: "Sunita moves in front of her in the water. She is very close. She reaches out and holds Kavita's big, wet breast in her hand. It is soft."
Kavi: "She leans forward. She puts her mouth over Kavita's nipple. She begins to suck."
Kavi: "Kavita gasps. The feeling is strange. It is not like the baby. Sunita's mouth is hot. Her tongue is soft."
Kavita: "Oh…"
Meera: "Is it good, Sunita?"
Kavi: "Sunita pulls her mouth away. There is white milk on her lips."
Sunita: "It is very good. So sweet. And warm."
Kavi: "Now Meera wants to try."
Meera: "My turn. Give me the other one."
Kavi: "Kavita looks at Meera. A strange heat is spreading through her body. She wants this. She nods again."
Kavi: "Meera takes Kavita's left breast. She latches onto the nipple and begins to drink. At the same time, Sunita goes back to the right breast. Now, both women are drinking Kavita's milk. One on each side."
The King is breathing heavily, his eyes wide.
Kavi: "Kavita leans her head back. Her hands are in their hair, holding their heads against her body. The pain in her breasts is gone. It is replaced by a new feeling. A hot, sharp pleasure."
Kavita: "Yes… like that… drink it all…"
Kavi: "They drink for a long time. When they are finished, Kavita's breasts are soft and empty. But the strange heat inside her is not gone. It is stronger. It has moved lower, between her legs."
Kavi: "Sunita looks at her. She sees the look in Kavita's eyes."
Sunita: "The milk is gone. But you still ache, don't you?"
Meera: "Yes. I can feel the heat from her skin. She is hungry for something else now."
Kavi: "Meera's hand is still on Kavita's empty breast. Her thumb rubs the wet nipple. Kavita moans."
Kavi: "Then, under the water, Sunita's hand moves down. It moves across Kavita's stomach. It moves lower, into the hair between her legs."
Kavi: "And stops there, Maharaj. For today."
Kavi goes silent. The King sits like a statue, his gaze fixed on the storyteller.
Maharaj Adarsh: "No. No, do not stop there. what you do to me…"
Kavi: "The story must last, Maharaj."
Maharaj Adarsh: "It is a new kind of fire. Women with women… It is… purer. Dirtier. I did not know I wanted this until you showed it to me. My cock is so hard it hurts."
Kavi: "I am here to show the Maharaj what he wants."
Maharaj Adarsh: "You are. Tomorrow. You will return tomorrow and you will finish this story. You will tell me what Sunita's hand does under the water. I will be waiting."
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