She lay on the stone slab, watching the oil drip from the jar suspended over her. Maharani Samyukta was in paradise. The herbal treatment and care in the sage's ashram was exhilarating. She was well attended in her own palace too. But the entire ambiance and change in setting in the ashram brought a whole new level of relaxation to her.
She felt that the enhanced experience was in good measure attributable to Samar Singh's treatment of her. The sexual encounters had been vigorous and she had been fucked in a very physically energetic fashion. Her limbs were delightfully sore and her cunt felt stretched to new dimensions. She ached in parts of her body and felt thrills in places she did not know existed.
And the masseuse, who had been working her body and massaging oil into her, had expert fingers. The hands of the woman found the knots and the tension spots and relieved them. Samyukta felt her body alive and once again aching for the attentions of her new found man. The masseuse was playing her body like a flute and she could have indulged in some sexual relief with her. But she knew Samar Singh was leaving. This could be her last chance with the stud, whereas the masseuse could indulge her any other time.
The Rajmata had watched her daughter-in-law and the Chief of Guards fuck beyond the call of duty. She now had no doubts that the impregnation would have happened. The young man had drenched her more than once in his cum. The Rajmata's own passions were inflamed and she would have thought nothing of satiating herself with the man young enough to be her son.
But in the cold light of day, she got hold of herself and commanded Samar Singh to head back to the Kingdom, leaving behind the contingent of guards. They were due to stay at the ashram till the confirmation of the pregnancy. She would send word for him so he could escort them back. But for now, he was no longer needed here.
Samar Singh knew why. All night he and Samyukta had slept in a huddle on the floor of the tent. The Maharani had woken sometime in the wee hours and this time she had reached behind her and found him spooned against her. His cock was semi-erect and had acknowledged her searching fingers. Samyukta did not turn around. She fisted him to a fullness and raising her leg, let him slip in from behind. When they finished her cunt was sore. They were noisy and wild and once again the Rajmata was disturbed from her sleep.
Both of them had violated the principles laid down by the Rajmata for the project. It was inevitable that he would be sent away. Samar Singh was now busy packing his things, when the Maharani's closest maid, a confidante arrived.
"Maharani Sahiba wants to see you before you leave," she informed him.
"Where is she?" he asked. He had looked for her and could not find her and the Rajmata was cold to him and would not tell.
"She is in the hut at the other end, where herbal treatment is done," said the maid, blushing. Her mistress was playing with fire, she knew. The Maharani herself was on fire and she knew that too. "Samar Singh ji must be a real stud for my lady to be so far gone," she thought to herself.
Samyukta lay there, her body bare. The masseuse's expert hands had relieved her of all physical tension but set her body afire with sexual tension. That man had opened up a new dimension to her personality; she couldn't get enough of him. Yes, he was young and strong. But it was more than that. She couldn't care what it was. She was unhappy he was going but she could not have done anything about it. They should have been discreet around the Rajmata. The Rajmata, having started this, was now being strict about adhering to the intent and code of conduct she had laid down.
Her body throbbed for the rough hands of the soldier to massage her in the exact same places where the soft but firm hands of the masseuse had. And Maharani Samyukta couldn't wait.
He entered the hut was stunned to see Samyukta lying nude on the slab. Her body glistened with oil. Her breasts were like floats on her chest, gravity making them flatten against her body. One nipple was sidefacing while the other breast was straight with nipple pointing skyward; both were erect. His Maharani was magnificent and aroused. His cock jerked in salute. Ever since her his erection rarely fully subsided. The only relief was the warm nest of her cunt. Otherwise, the hardness now ached him.
She sensed he had entered. She turned to her side, raising one leg with bent knee. She was unmindful of the yawning gap it caused between her legs and the fact that her pussy was visible to Samar Singh. She wanted that. "Samar Singhji, the masseuse has left an incomplete job," she whispered, her voice hoarse with excitement.
Samyukta weighed up one breast in her hand, caressing her nipple. She shivered. She beckoned him to come near.
"Maharani Sahiba," he whispered.
"I know how to make you call me Samyuktaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," she responded, her hand searching under his dhoti.
She did not grip his cock. Her soft hands merely flitted on the flesh like a butterfly, feathery kisses from her fingertips to the cock. He groaned. "Massage me!" she ordered him, lying back and spreading her legs as wide as she could.
