The Impregnator : 1-11

I bent her waist down forward in front of my loins, my cock pointing like a dagger to be driven into the black butter of her sumptuous flesh in front and she now exactly looked like a well fed farm buffalo in this position. She stood with her hair streaming forward and down touching the grass below and her strong and bulky thighs well splayed out. I put my two fingers of right hand in the precious crack and opened up her pussy cave completely and the black fleshy juicy vertical lips shone with her inner secretions in the sunlight. I impaled my self with a flourishing single stroke and it evoked a mutual and spontaneous gasp of acknowledgement from both of us.

I mated with her like a white bull would with a black buffalo in a farmhouse. My waist and underbelly thudding into her with abandon made her sway but she maintained her balance and soon my cock smeared with her acrid pussy honey shone like a bloody dagger as I shoved with vigour into the wide receptacle of her big pussy. I did not have to be soft and considerate with this wanton wild woman. She wanted to be crushed in fucking like a mad animal and that is exactly what she got for the next fifteen minutes. We groaned and shoved into sweet mating junction of our sex.

The sun now hid behind the clouds a little, may be embarrassed by our shameless mating.

She was kneeling in front of me, my middle plunging her depths and our mixed juices running down her ample rounded thighs, trickling down to her knees. Her hair was spilling all over the grass wildly sweeping the greens, Her mouth uttering inane swearing caused by primal feeling enraged. Her black beautiful back, her strong waist muscles were capable of not only supporting herself in this predicament but me too, as I held on to her soft waist sides to balance myself.

I came hard, gasping, pumping my boiling seed deep in her belly, probably filling her big womb too. My wet seed mixed with her own discharge ran out of our sweet junction when we heard the sounds of fighting and screams. It took sometime for us to realise that we were in real world, lost as we were in our erotic heaven, and that the sounds were distinctly coming from a fight near the gate. Anu stood up at this and my half-erect cock slipped out of her cum filled lubricated pussy with a soft PLOP.

She announced, “It’s Shanti and there is an attack, I think”, not recovered from our passionate exertions, and ran her hands through her hair. Her black honey coloured body was soaked in sweet sweat and her breath still was obviously far from normal I became alert too at this thought and we ran out of the garden to the gates buck naked as we were and nobody could care less in this palace.

It was obviously an attack by two armed men with steel daggers and one of them lay on the ground groaning, holding on to his bloody belly below the shoe of Shanti. Her upper apron was torn; there were cuts on her arms, though minor ones and she stood gasping.

She turned to us, seeing our naked condition turned red even in those circumstances and pointed her left hand to her right and blurted, “The other just ran away while I was dealing with this bastard”.

She wrung her hands helplessly. I consoled her by drawing her close and away from the writhing victim who was now in his last stages. I looked at her exposed breasts, her torn blouse and apron hanging loose from shoulders as evidence as to what had happened. I appreciated the white marble colour of those full milky globes that stood firm and courageous like herself and those untasted and untouched pink nipples looked really yummy.

I caressed Shanti about the shoulders and asked her mildly, “You could not get them to talk of course as to who sent them or anything?”
Shanti looked at me balefully and confessed, “No, It was too sudden from behind the bushes. They were wearing masks and they were trying to get into the garden where you too were… ah,” she searched for a word, “busy, like,” she ended peevishly.

Both Anu and I could not hide our laughter of course at the chaste word describing our unrestrained liaison. My hands now slipped from Shantis’s shoulders to her full breasts and I handled them for the first time lovingly.

“Don’t worry Shanti. They were from the neighbouring kingdom of course. The enemy King who cursed your kingdom, you know.He was after me... He cannot obviously bear the results of my ah.experiments and success in the cures effected”, I finished, winking slyly at Queen Anu who was appreciating my concern for the disturbed and hurt bodyguard.

Shanti was blushing red from all this attention by her Master and she recovered after some tweaks to her erect pink nipples which cleared her brain and she stood away trying to strap up her torn blouse till she could find an substitute.

“Sahana and you two are brave women and I am grateful to you saving my life”, I said meaning every word.
Shanti was back to her modest chaste self again, “No, my Master, I am but your servant and it was my duty.”
She would have gone on and on shaking her pretty head, but I held her firm by her shoulders and promised her looking into her brown doe eyes, “You will get your time to serve me better, dear, and before I leave here, you will be pregnant too!”

She turned beet red at the implications and protested, “But how can it be? After all, I am …”

“Come along. We have to go. King Namarda has to know about this attack and we have to arrange to dispose of the dead body here”, I said to both women, one a Queen in black ebony sculpture like body, naked sated and happy, and the other a white alabaster strong bodyguard, red in her face. I walked away to my clothes and back to the palace, thinking about the adventures and surprises that awaited me therein, in more ways than one.