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Raimoti lay there alone, like an epitome of a queen, on that king sized poster bed inside the royal bedchamber, deservedly so. Wrapped up loosely by a thin layer of that red cotton saree, and an off white blanket tangled sensuously with it. The bedsheet was off-white too, the silk matching the glow of her skin. She wore no prominent jewellery, barring those thick silvery anklets shinning in the moonlight. Her wrists had adorned the contrasting red and white bangles ornamented with threads of white gold, and her vermillioned forehead was screaming of his breathing existence...
Raimoti looked so perfect, pristine like a fresh untouched layer of snow that's not yet felt the rough steps of humanity. She looked serene and beautiful, there can be no other way to put it; no similes or metaphors can do her justice. She was just in between being knackered and falling asleep. She had, had a long day at the palace, doing royal chores that were meant for her Raja Saheb, and as Satyakirth slipped inside the bedchamber through the large curtained window at the dead of that night, he couldn't take his eyes off her! She was almost asleep, and just by being there next to her, Satyakirth could tell how much he had been longing for her.

"There you are Princess..." He whispered, and in response Raimoti stirred in bed, her eyes closed, and her red lips parted a little.
Satyakirth felt a rush in his blood, a pleasing kind of rush, the kind that sends chill of ecstasy down the spine, alerting every cell of the body of the ardent desire that the mind felt.
He smiled at the sight of her alluring sleeping frame, her slightly wavy dark traces falling to the ground through the edge of the mattress, her head slipping off the silk pillow.
And in that very moment he realised how his heart beats for her in love!

Satyakirth touched the left of his chest to calm his thumping heartbeat. It was only a little while ago that at the eastern border of his kingdom he had shot two notorious British police, one on the shoulder and the other on the leg, as if gifting them with life, and inturn a bullet had grazed his right ear where blood had formed a fresh clot in dark scarlet. Even then, not once, had he felt that pounding inside his chest that he felt in her presence...
Satyakirth had reclaimed the area around Raipur that night, and the loud ringing of the gunfire was still vibrating his eardrum, stealing his aural senses temporarily as it's price.
But all seemed distant now, as if in a different life, and Satyakirth stared at Raimoti's angelic sleeping face, drawing peace from her beauty.

Raimoti had turned to her side, now lying on her left, facing the large wide standing mirror, and Satyakirth quickly got rid of his soiled half shirt before climbing in the bed from behind, his dhoti still worn as the last sheath of decency.
Raimoti was still asleep, and he could see her reflection in the mirror, now joined by his own, as he slowly lay on her pillow, gliding his right hand around her body, spooning her from behind.

"Princess..." his inhaled her fragnance and murmured her name inaudibly.
His left arm tightly wrapped around her body just the way she liked it the other night, and his forearm was beneath her bosoms. Satya slipped his right arm slightly under her waist holding around her flat sculpted stomach, his head touching hers. He could now smell her, her wonderful delicious natural perfume, and it helped in soothing his senses like magic. The heat of her body was invigorating, and the only thing stopping his chilly hands from touching her warm bare skin was the thin fabric of her saree.

Satyakirth felt her slow heartbeat against his chest; she was calm. He saw her perfect neck and petite ear being illuminated by the silvery moonbeams; They were begging him to play, and he certainly would not refuse!

He moved his head closer towards the back of her neck, just where skin met her hair and he started to give small quick light kisses.

"Hey there..." Raimoti smiled, half asleep, and Satya knew she had felt him too, even in her state of sleep. He felt the muscles in her cheeks contract as she start to smile, the small diamond nosepin glowing on her nose in place of the septum ring that she had worn in the morning. Satya moved his kisses towards the back of her earlobe.

"Did you miss me?" He hushed, and Raimoti tried to turn around so that she could reciprocate the kisses in response.

"Did you Princess?" He hushed again, yet not letting her turn, his hold on her body becoming tighter, and her smile took shape of a confusing frown.
She tried to speak but he halted her attempts with a quiet 'shhh'. He knew she wanted to know more, but he decided to explain his feelings with his hands instead.

Satya slipped his left hand under Raimoti's loosened saree and place it carefully on her bosom. Still while kissing her neck and delightfully warm earlobe, Satya looked into the large mirror, he could see her staring at him with awe in her eyes, fixated particularly on his wounded ear. Satya smiled at her in the mirror and with his right hand he edged down from her stomach to the hem of her saree tied around her waist. He kept very light pressure on her belly with the back of his middle and index fingers while he made his way down. He feel her heart thump harder and watch her smile back at him in the mirror.

"What's in your mind Raja Saheb?" Raimoti parted her lips slightly, letting a small gasp escape and Satya smirked playfully at her question.

"You..." He moved his hand lower, as his fingers found her core, and he rubbed them gently on her softness.

"Who made you bleed like this?" Raimoti asked again, almost in a moan, and in response she felt his fingers trying to make their way inside her entrance.

"Destiny..." He murmured.

Raimoti stirred at the feeling of his ministrations on her feminity and Satya gave her the space to turn, now laying on her back.

"Is it sorted? The police chowki dispute in the east?" She asked, biting her lower lip, as her spine arched a little to accommodate the length of his fingers.

"Yes." Satya hushed.

"And, any news from Calcutta?"
She almost moaned the question, as Satya pulled his fingers out, now starting to stroke her inner thigh with the lightest touch of his fingers, just playfully for now.

"Yes... we won!"
He whispered the words to her ears, earning another moan from her, as he started to softly massage around her right breast with his left hand, just being gentle and caring.
"He read your letter aloud in the court." Satya smiled, shifting his gentle kisses down to just below her jawline, trailing south to the crook of her slender neck.

"He did? Ahh..."

Raimoti gasped, and Satya felt her legs start to switch with anticipation for forthcoming pleasure. Raimoti let out a little squeak of ecstasy.

But Satya choose not to reply, as that night he had decided to play with her for giving him such torment the entire day, the torment of longing...
He would keep her where he want her to be, a sustained level of suspense. He would decide when she gets to feel her euphoria!

"Do you feel me Princess?" He growled into her skin,
"Nothing else tonight but me... feel the tickle of my cold hands in between your thighs..." Satya growled the question to her ears,
"And, feel your nipples being caressed with love.... feel your beautiful neck being kissed by my lips, and feel my face against the side of yours... Do you feel me?"

His words felt like an enchanting spell to her senses, making her lose herself slowly with every passing sensation.
His voice felt sensuous, yet so calm, so beautiful, so perfect, but most of all, it felt like he belonged to her, and despite his mysterious ministrations, Raimoti felt the power he held over her that made her feel safe and secure...

"I fell you... Satya... I so feel you!" She murmured.

"I feel you too!" He raised her chin with his fingertips and kiss her. Their lips part, their tongues touch and he savored the warm touch of her being in himself.
The kiss deepened, and so the intensity of the moment, both their hearts pounding for more, yet both smiled nervously when their eyes met.

"What were you doing all evening?"
He asked her, giving their breaths a little space to calm down, and she arched her back to give him the space to play with her body.

"Oh I had so much on my plate!" Raimoti moaned.
"The preparation for MahaSurjoGrahan, and then Kartik..."

"What about Kartik?"

"Um... Not about him, but the kingdom Satya." Raimoti gasped at the feeling of his attention on her body, his hands roaming all over, unsheathing the layers of clothing slowly, but yet somehow she felt an urgent need to confront the bitter reality to him.

"The future of the kingdom." She muttered.
"With you vowing to never return, Raipur needs a king who can father a child Satya."
Raimoti gulped, and Satya stopped the skillful torture of his fingers on her body at once.

"I don't really have a choice Rai." He sighed.
"So what are you suggesting?"

Raimoti closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Simple. We get Kartik relieved of his vow of celibacy... That we get him married!" Her face had brightened at the words and so did his.

"Do you have any one in mind?" He asked, his lips pressing on the crook of her neck once again, and Raimoti nodded happily.

"Yes, Raja Saheb... The one with the bows! I've seen how he looks at her!"

"A Mouni?" He gasped, and she smiled gently at him.

"Why not?"

"Not that there are any restrictions, but..." Satya raised his head to look at Rai, their faces alligned, and slowly his gaze dropped down to her wet quivering lips.

"But what?" Raimoti bit her lips in need, and it made him gulp.

"What? Nothing..." Satya touched his index finger on her lips and rubbed the wetness off them.
"Your wish is my command...
Let's get them married... "
The words hardly escaped and his lips occupied Raimoti's with ardent desire, their bodies alligned now, his on top of hers, crushing her sensuously with the weight of his love.
Raimoti felt his raging manhood pressed against her thighs, and the feeling coursed jolts of electric sparks in her core.

"Ahh... Satyaa..." Raimoti moaned in their kiss, her arms pinned on both side by him, and the seductive grain in her voice made Satya leave her lips and look up.
Raimoti's gaze on his face was intense, yet there was a naughty smirk on her lips, as if there was more words in her lips waiting to come out.
"What?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Nothing... It's just that something is bothering me a little."

"Like?"

"Your father Satya..." Raimoti's gaze suddenly turned a bit serious.
"I found a few of old legal document with royal seal, and they were written with great legal expertise, as if by a barrister and..."

"And?"
Satya frowned, yet his fingers playing with loose strands of her hair.

"And, the handwriting seemed to be your father's."

Satya chuckled at her words.
"My father was not literate Raimoti... He was an old priest, he can't possibly frame legal letters, provided he hired a..."

"But, it's the same handwriting as in that chit in your mother's pendent, that love poem... I mean, who else would write it then?"
Raimoti's words were gently, yet Satya sensed a little restlessness, and at that moment he was in no mood for any unpleasant revelations, specially something that wasn't in his power to solve within the short span of his remaining life.

"Good... We'll figure this out tomorrow." He hushed, smiling at her lovingly, and it made Raimoti smile back at him.

"You know what I was doing all day?"
He asked, his voice suddenly thick with desire, and Raimoti gulped under his seductive gaze.
"What?"
Satya's lips moved on her lips, capturing her yet again into a deep breathtaking kiss, before he released her to breath.

"All day long... all I could think was when I would get to make wild love to you." He chuckled softly, still panting from the long rough kiss.

"Infact, that's what I want to do all the time."

"Then do it." Raimoti licked her dry lips and looked at him longingly.
"The wildest love possible!"

Satya smirked at her words. At that moment all he wanted was to explore all Raimoti's beautiful body in way possible, and know every glen and hollow where pleasure hides, his caresses to paint glistening sonnets of love and joy on her body and heart.

"How wet are you?" He whispered and Raimoti rolled over onto her back. He kissed her lips once again, and then her neck, touching them lightly with his tongue, trailing south on her breasts... the eager erect nipples, rewarding them with caresses... gently pulling them into his mouth to feel her body's response. Raimoti moaned out loudly as he licked the undersides of her breasts and slipped his tongue into the curves where they join the abdomen.

"Mmmm..."

Downward his tongue trailed, her stomach, navel, and yet lower... slowly, slowly...down a leg...then the other. Back up, this time on the inside, alternating legs, tongue stroked broader, wetter, more insistent, teasing Raimoti's anticipation. She opened her legs wider and he felt the trembling of her hips, showing off the eagerness of her body.

"Is it Lavender tonight? Or, Patchouli?" Raimoti moaned the words playfully, and it make Satya's orb glint in naughtiness.

"None." He looked at her and smirked, as his tongue continued the work on her lower body, reaching the top of her inner thigh, greeting the places that lie between her legs. Raimoti shuddered and her breath deepened as Satya's moved his tongue across her waiting wetness.

"Ah... Your tongue..." Raimoti almost screamed in pleasure, and he pulled her roughly by her hips, making her core slam against his mouth.
He touched the tip of his tongue to the lower end of her folds and then moved it down to caress the sensitive area below, leading to her pursed little star. He teased her throbbing nub with his tongue then retraced his journey, giving her a slow caress with the breadth of his tongue, taking in the full length of her womanhood.

Instinctively, Raimoti grabbed Satya's hair and pressed him to her skin, feeling the warmth of his tongue in her feminity, coursing a sharp pleasure that was unexplored to her till then.
The sensation was all encompassing, and the feeling was beyond words when his tongue finally made her shudder into an euphoric release...

"Satyaaa... Take me...", was all she could conjure into words, and Satya complied at once.
With a violent tug, he undid his dhoti and the white underpants, as in no time his hungry throbbing hardness came out from its captivity, threatening to ravage her with its towering tempt.

Raimoti gasped at the sight, gulping anxiously, awaiting it to penetrate her core, and fill her body, her soul with the sense of fulfillment that she longed for.
And, Satya was in no mood to refrain her from having this satisfaction!
He placed his throbbing length at her dripping wetness and plunged inside her with an urgent need. Raimoti arched her spine and neck to accommodate him in her body, her hands fisted around the hard wooden bars of the poster bed above her head.

"Do me fast Satya..." She screamed, and her words sent him to a frenzy. Everything around them, including their senses, faded away into nothingness, only the sharp need to pleasure each other guiding their actions.
The thrusts became increasingly violent and so did her pleasure screams, threatening the guards outside the closed door to leave their posts in embarrassment. But none had any senses of civic decency at that moment, Satya's seductive grunts were making her body shiver, his sensuous ramming making her whimper with pleasure.

"Rai... Rai I love you... "
Droplets of sweat dripped from his shoulder to her neck, as he continued to stroke her harder everytime.

"I love you too Satya..." Raimoti half moaned half screamed the words.
"Fill me... Fill me up..."

Satyakirth did as she asked him... With a final thrust he emptied himself inside her body, now sore and red in his love, and Raimoti inhaled his masculine musk sharply to calm her senses before she pulled him to her bosom, making his head rest on them.

"Are you happy?" Satya murmured, his lips pressed on her heaving breasts, gradually subsiding in his soothing embrace, and it made her blush in red.

"Yes... Very..." she closed her eyes, letting a drop of tear roll down the corner of her eye, her lips curled into a happy smile of love.
"Very very happy..." She breathed.

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My Dear Readers,
Did you guys miss me? 🤗
So sorry to keep you all waiting this long... I wasn't keeping well.
Not that I've healed completely, but I'm in a state to write for all of you again. ☺️

Thank you to all those who reached out to me in Instagram to know about my health. This means a lot to me.

Shetu, Amita, Subha, Anitha thank you so much. ❤️ You guys truly make me believe in this little 'Unventured' family of ours.