The Impregnator : 1-11

Soon we had all but ripped our clothes away and were standing bare naked in the middle of the palatial living room breathing heavily with unmitigated anticipation. Only the chirping of birds outside in the garden was the other audible sound then. Sonia knelt in front of my groin and tenderly caressed my upstanding manhood with smooth palms and scratched the under-surface with her polished fore fingernails from the tip of my swollen cock to the sac of balls ever so slowly sending electric shivers that shook my body.

She had asked for a bowl each of perfumed ice-cold water and boiling water, that lay ready next to her thighs on the floor. She swallowed one mouthful of ice-cold water and quickly swallowed my cock into her mouth still full of chilled liquid. I yelled as indescribable sensations raked my body from the tip of my cock to the entire being, breaking out as goose bumps all over. Sonia moved her mouth up and down my majestic cock leaving me squirming in the standing position. It was too much. I gasped with relief when she spat out the chilled water to the side. But the action was far from over.

She now swallowed a mouth full of hot water from the other bowl and sucked my cock into her mouth. The sudden change in temperature of water made me yelp again and I almost exploded then. Barely controlling myself as she massaged my cock with hot water thus, I enjoyed the soothing sensations, as my cock grew even longer and harder if that were possible. I would barely relax with one type of water when she would switch from cold to hot and hot to cold keeping my cock and me in a state of extreme lusty rage that was building up as a crescendo in me like a volcano.

I was to learn later that this technique besides heightening sexual expectations during foreplay also makes testicles produce more fertile semen ready for ‘coming’! After all, I was to be her impregnator! Fuck her I did, soon, all over spilled cold and hot water bowls on the bare floor like a demon possessed, ravaging her soft yielding pussy, hammering away incessantly with my throbbing prick. She was moaning and thrashing her body around on the floor as unbridled passion shook her body in spasms like waves on a beach during high tide.

I took her two soft buttock globes in my palms lifting her up so that my majestic cock pounded her deeper into her womb as if I wanted to fertilise her then and there on the first round itself! We spent blissfully, clutching each other’s heaving sweating bodies, my cock shooting out a million sperm inside her waiting hungry twat, which clasped me and left spasmodically in tandem with mine.

Sahana, the bodyguard who had gone out for a small errand was not a witness through out but saw the explosive climax as soon as she entered through the doorway, even her dark skin blushing and turning shades of red as her seductive eyes took in all the ‘juicy’ details of our union...

Ch. 8: The journey with my bodyguard

The next day, the invite from King Namarda came to the HOLI festival with the need to travel to summer palace where joyous erotic celebrations would be held in memory of the deity Kama, as in the Kama Sutra. I had the privilege of entertaining all the royal women at the same time and the bonus was my own queens would be coming over too making it a big all-women-party.

The next morning Sahana came all smiles and told me to come out and as the transport was ready. It was a gold plated horse carriage chariot, courtesy of my host, drawn by two white horses. The cabin was located such that it was exclusive to the travellers as the charioteer was seated separately outside. That meant Sahana and I were going to be alone in a six feet by four cabin for the duration of journey, which was some thing like four hours.

My cock twitched in anticipation as we climbed on to the cabin and closed the glass windows and drew the yellow and blue silk curtains. Sahana was seated on the seat opposite the journey and mine began, the cabin shaking with the rhythm as horses pulled us along the countryside. Sahana was wearing a short black kirt and white bra like blouse, which showed much and hid little. She was smiling at me in a wicked way occasionally adjust the sling on her shoulders that contained the sheath of her sword meant for my protection. She slowly parted her awesome sculpted muscular shining dark skinned thighs to reveal her mound of womanhood, as she was wearing nothing underneath. She would cross and uncross her legs, her shirt riding over the smooth and strong contours of her thighs giving me glimpses of her secret nest between her thighs.

My cock was raring to go but practically I realised it was not possible to have a satisfactory fuck with this awesome woman in such constricted surroundings as this cabin.

But my right foot was in touching distance from her thigh junction. I slowly traced my toes along her foot and calf muscles, erotically tickling her and making her giggle a couple of times. Satisfactory sighs indicated that I was on the right path as far as my foot was concerned and I leaned back to lift my foot off the floor and slowly tickled the smooth plateau of her thighs. It was like black sculpted steel with smooth and taut healthy skin. She closed her thighs capturing my foot fully in between her firm thighs giving it a massage of the kind that didn’t do any good to my raging cock in my cotton underwear. I had to release it from the confines of cloth as now Sahana smilingly admitted my trailing foot further up over her thighs.

I could barely breathe, my cock pounding with hot rush of blood and all, as my big toe made the first contact with her pubic hair covered grotto. My first two toes tried to wedge in the soft curly wiry moss of hair and into the moist yielding flesh below. My right big toe slowly but surely opened up her big fleshy pussy lips as I leaned further back to give me further leverage with the foot act. I used my second toe and the big toe to part the lips deliberately as if peeling an orange skin, so more of her warm pussy fluids trickled out of the confines all over my toes.

I now toe-fucked her, starting with a slow rhythm adjusting, my toes in the cosy purse of her woman-flesh. Sahana made loud moaning noises of a woman in the throes of passion as I ploughed her vulva rhythmically, occasionally pressing her prominent clitoris bud in, so it would evoke a satisfying gasp, “AHHHHHH” from her pouting lips. She opened herself up wilfully now, leaning back and her thighs spread-eagled all the way up, without least concern for her usual modesty and distance required with her Master, as she used to address me normally.

It was during this pleasurable activity we were immersed in, when a calamity in the form of an enemy attack on our chariot took place. We noticed it as soon as the cart screeched to a stop in the middle of nowhere. I extricated my leg regretfully from my pleasurable pastime of toe fucking Sahana and opened the windows to see outside. I saw three enemy horsemen mercenaries blocking our road and walked their horses menacingly slow with set grim faces. Sahana grasped the situation immediately, that her call of duty had arrived and quickly composed herself and jumped out the cabin her sword already coming out of the sheath. I, as a King had my own royal sword too and was a noted warrior on field besides being a hero in impregnating willing women.

The men attacked quickly but surely with evil intentions; their swords came swathing through the hot afternoon air towards us. Sahana and I responded by blocking them quickly and stepping aside and counterattacked.

Swords clashed steel to steel and I succeeded in disarming one of them as my royal sword cut his own to two pieces, the top piece flying away with the momentum of the hit. Sahana fought on bravely, quickly blocking two men across in the path of swords and even making them recede a few paces. I fought valiantly fist to fist with the man whom I had disarmed. As Kings always followed a fair fight policy and we do not attack unarmed men, we wrestled and boxed each other on the ground while Sahana still held her ground against the two invaders.

I had strangled my opponent to death when I looked up to see that Sahana had killed one of them striking him clean through the ribcage and was pinning the other one down who too was disarmed choking his breath out with her shoe. The only bonus the poor sod must have had is the sight of Sahana’s pussy seen from his position below before he closed his eyes forever.

After this task done, Sahana turned towards smiling at out victory when I saw that her left thigh had a deep gash of wound and blood steadily trickled along her thigh now.

She gasped, “Sorry Master! I allowed you to fight too, while I was supposed to protect you alone.”
I said, “Not to worry, dear Sahana, let’s see if you can walk back to our chariot.”

Our driver had luckily escaped unhurt and I had only some dusty scratches and aches to take care off. My sword was back in its royal silver sheath as Sahana’s was in hers. I tore off one of the silk curtains into bandage rags, after we reached the carriage. Sahana had hobbled painfully her sweating frame and heaving bosom plastered to my shoulders and sides.