Hi Lilypop readers. The thing is I have an update ready for "To Pleasure One's Man" but I can't post it on the thread Coz the thread is closed (how to get a thread opened?). Anyway, for those who are not following my blog and want to read it, here is the chapter:
To Pleasure One's Man - Part 5
It's forbidden, now more than ever, but she climbs the tree. Her favourite tree.
It's more of a habit now. She watches the sunset from up here. Being here makes her feel she's near him, her King. In reality, she hasn't seen him in days.
She imagines him standing under the tree, telling her he can see up that skirt of hers. She imagines me licking the mango residue off her chest. She imagines him pleasuring her in places she hasn't dared to touch herself. And he imagines her pleasuring him.
It's an ache. In her body, in her heart. It's a need for him. She needs to see him. She wants to not care about anything and surrender to him, let him have his way with her.
But reality hits her. He's a king to be and all she can be is his concubine. His most favourite concubine.
But is that the life she wants for herself?
She's about to climb down when her eyes land on a scroll. A royal scroll?
Impatiently, she unrolls it. In it lies scribbles in a beautiful handwriting.
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A new concubine is presented to me every night. I'm told they have honey coloured skin, thick hips and unruly hair.
They seduce me. They know their way with men. They know their way with kings.
On the surface they look like you. But they don't smell of mangoes as you do. But their eyes don't have the innocence that your's does. Their hips don't feel like yours. And their breasts... Oh, they are just not yours.
My servant girl, I've realised, you're one and only. And as much as I try, I'm not being able to find another one like you. What do you suggest I do?
I know you must be shocked to see this scroll, but I climb this tree sometimes. I watch the dance of advanced erotic pleasure. Have you learned any new steps, if I must ask?
How are you, my servant girl? I still wait for the day you accept to be my concubine. What could be so wrong with it? My concubines get so much respect!
I doubt if I'd be able to ever convince you, but I wish to pleasure you. Don't pleasure me back. Save that for your husband. Don't show yourself, I will touch you in absolute darkness. But let me show you pleasure. Let me show all that I can give you. Not material things. But things that are purely physical. Carnal.
I won't take away your innocence but let me tell you, I will do everything that leads to there. I'll take you to the stars and back, my servant girl. And I will let you decide then.
I will wait for you at the cave the day after you discover this scroll. Let your lips touch it like mine have touched it, tear a piece from it so that I know you've read it. Come there after your nights meal, when your family is in deep slumber. A caravan would wait for you at the end of your street. Don't forget to hide your face.
Don't take this as a king's order. It's merely a plea. The pleasure of your presence will purely be mine.
Your King.
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She kisses the letter a hundred times before hugging it to her breasts and then tearing a piece from it. Securely keeping it back in place she skilfully climbs down and makes her way back home.
Her mother can tell, there is joy on her face after several days.
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It is pitch dark when she reaches the cave. Her heart thuds. Before she enters, however, the caravan driver lights up fire from the one attached in his caravan and hands it to her.
"He waits for you at twenty steps." The driver tells her and drives off.
She counts till twenty and then comes to a halt. Her heart thuds. There is no one there.
She calls out for him. Once. Twice.
Is this a joke? Is this how he kills her for rejecting to be his concubine, by leaving her in darkness, save for the light from the fire? Is this how animals find her here when the fire dies out? The caravan is gone too.
She calls out again. No answer.
It is when she's about to lose hope, two hands grab her from the back.
She shrieks before she realises that it is him. Her King.
"Shhh, servant girl. It's me. It's me."
She turns around and finds herself staring into beautiful male eyes. Before she knows it, she's plastered on his chest, breathing his scent.
He slowly unties the scarf from around her face. Too embarrassed to look into his eyes again after her open show of emotions, she looks at his feet.
He hooks two fingers under her chin and makes her meet his eyes. "Let me look at your beautiful face. It been a long while since I last saw you."
Their skin glow in the fire lit cave and fine sheen form on the skin. It is a hot, moonless day.
His hand reaches her face as he caresses her eyes, nose and lips. In no hurry, he outlines her lips with his thumb. "Let me feel you" he whispers.
His hand slides down the column of her neck slowly, torturing her. And when his hand reaches her breasts, the other one joins in.
The King to be looks into her eyes and squeezes her ample assets. She gasps out. Another squeeze and a moan escapes her throat.
"Tell me you've missed your King , too. Tell me you've missed my touch. Tell me you've missed me tasting your breasts."
She gasps out at his words and a moan follows. Her mind barely functions, let alone form words.
His fingers pinches her peaks through the material of her blouse. "Tell me!"
"Yes, yes, yes! I've...I've missed you... Your touch... Your tongue...your smell. I've died..."
"Say no more" he says then and pushes her into his chest again, this time his need for his servant girl poking at her stomach and his hand reaching her ample backside.
He kneads them making her go on her tiptoes as she is pushed more into him.
He is rough as he lifts her as if she's a feather and pushes her against the cave rock. His need pokes at her centre and she groans.
Before more sounds come out of throat the young king to be attacks her lips and ravishes her. It's too much, his skilful lips taste her like he's never tasted her before. His manhood pokes at her centre time and again and her womanhood drips. She feels drops of her fluids roll down her skin.
"How I've missed you, my servant girl. There isn't a woman made like you!" He says as he plants kisses all over her face and throat all the while repeatedly poking at her warm, sensitive centre.
She moans as he reaches her breasts. Holding her in place he nuzzles the valley leading to her breasts and places kisses all over the fabric covering her heaving bosoms.
When it's gets to much, and the kisses too long and painful with anxiety, she hold his head and directs his lips to one of her heaving peaks. The King to be only obliges.
She throws her head back and sighs. How good the mouth of her King feels on her breast. Warm and so, so wet.
He nibbles, bites and sucks. And then goes to the other one. Oh, this painful pleasure.
Placing her on her feet , he kneels down and starting placing wet kisses on exposed stomach. She sucks it in and he increases the pressure of his kisses. His hands dig into her hips and his tongue into her naval.
She moans loudly as his tongue plays with her naval, circling it, going in and out. Her breathing increases and thighs press together.
He places more kisses all over her stomach and licks her salty skin.
He reaches the cotton thread tied at her hips, placed just above her skirt. It digs into her thick hips. He bites her where a semi precious bead cuts into her skin. She moans.
"It's too tight."
"I've been wearing it since I was ten...never thought of removing it."
"If you become mine, waist chains of good and rubies would dig into your skin and every night, on my bed, you will wait for me in just that. When we make love I shall remove it myself and sooth your red skin with my tongue.
Her heart thuds. The cloth covering her womanhood is wet. So wet.
The King to be look at her once before starting to drop kisses on her waist and slowly moves down until he right at the junction of her things. He nuzzles her through her cotton skirt and presses kisses there making her moan.
Before she comprehends what he'd do further, he's gone. He's disappeared under her skirt.
"My King!"
He reappears. "If it would get you to call me your King, I would love to be between your legs every second of the day."
"What are you saying, my King. You possibly can't - "
"I possibly can." He says and disappears under her skirt again.
The material covering her mound drop to the group and there is warmth. So much warmth. And his breath is right at her centre.
"My King, please..."
"Let me show you pleasure, my servant girl." His voice vibrates sending sensation through her skin.
And then his lips are on her most sensitive part, a part even she is forbidden to touch for pleasure.
"Oh..." Her lips says as her head fall back.
He is licking her! The King is licking her! The King is licks her womanly juices like a cat licks his milk, like a tiger licks blood. "Oh... You shouldn't"
At that, he licks her more. With more pressure.
"You...you really shouldn't. You're...you're King..." She manages to say.
"And you're a goddess" he says and licks her some more, this time taking some skin inside his mouth and sucking her.
She's hardly able to stand and on its own accord her leg go around his shoulder for suppose, and hands clutch his hair.
"I can't.. This is too much...too much pleasure. Oh my god!"
Her legs dangle on his back and her body moves along with his tongue as he licks her juices like an animal.
She lifts up her skirt to let him breath and moans when cold air hits her warm thighs. What an erotic picture he makes, a King busy between her things as he laps up her juices.
Her head hits the hard rock as it falls back and she pulls his hair. She can't think straight. Her heel presses into his back.
It happens when he bites. It's a gentle one but one that makes her dizzy. She slides down his body and begs him. "No more... No more. I do not know what's happening to me."
He just smiles and pulls her by her hair to make her meet his lips. He devours her lips and she tastes herself. On him.
"Lay back," he says.
"But..."
She does what he asks and closes her eyes. Her chest heaves, breasts spelling out of her little blouse. It pains. Her palms reach her softness and kneads them for comfort. She moans and then squeals when the king attaches his lips to her womanhood again.
Groans leave her throat as he starts to lap up her womanly fluids. Now, crouched in front of her, he looks no less than a powerful King, tall and lean, even as he services and pleasures her. His servant girl.
Her body moves with his tongue. Her juices are splattered all over his face, a little even on his hair. The cave smells of her fluids. The King smells like her fluids. It is too much. Nonsensical words and prayers to god escape her lips.
Suddenly his tongue is probing her centre, her opening. Surely, he wouldn't...
But it's inside her, his tongue. Like a snake it's finding his way inside, curving up to give her pleasure.
"I cannot, I'm - my King...this is..."
But he is relentless, his tongue still inside her, moving. His lips and teeth torture her outside.
She cries. She begs. Something is happening to her.
She reaches for his hands and he obediently gives them to her. Her nails dig into his skin. Her screams increase. She wants him to stop, she wants him to continue.
And then her mind stops working and body starts vibrating as his tongue remains inside. And his hands leave hers and goes to her hips, to keep her in place.
He withdraws the tongue and warm juices gush out of her. To her embarrassment, he watches her melt, he watches every drop escape her dripping womanhood.
And just as the relief had returned, it goes away. His attaches his mouth again.
She realises this time it is to lick her dry. He drinks up all her juices as warm liquid continues to slowly drip out of her out of pleasure.
She sighs and relaxes when it is over, her journey to heaven and back.
The King joins her on the ground and they both breathe heavily, she out sheer relief of being through something like this and he out of breathlessness.
Before she could thank him, she seems him removing his bottom. He looked uncomfortable. How selfish of her.
What had been till now a mystery to her appears from between his legs, emerging out of dark, coarse hair. It's a long, hard shaft.
"You do not need to look. But it is necessary." He tells her.
She doesn't look away. And he doesn't wait for her to ,either. She watches in wonder as he strokes it carefully, the skin quoting the shaft covering and uncovering the tip. He works on it for few more moment before he spurts out, his fluids hitting the walls of the caves covered in ancient wall art.
She wonders what would it be like for him to get pleasured. She wonders what would it be like to pleasure him.
He falls on his back again, breathing heavily. "You...my servant girl are a magical woman with a taste like no other.." He says in between panting.
"How many woman have you tasted?" She replies.
He turns towards her and chuckles. "How many do you think?"
"You were quite skilful."
He openly laughs now, his face glowing in the fire. "Are you saying you enjoyed it?"
"It was alright."
"Didn't sound like alright, my dear. Didn't sound only alright when you called me your god and produced drops after drops of your juices into my mouth."
She almost moans hearing him say those words. "We were suppose to put out the fire. You weren't suppose to see me...any part of me."
"You are beautiful. Exquisite and your husband will be a very lucky man."
She sighs.
"But if you become mine, you will be the lucky one."
"I think I should go." She tells him as he proceeds to get up. Every part of her body still tingles.
"Am I to see you again, servant girl?"
"I do not know."
"Tomorrow. same place."
"Do not make this a habit, my King. I'm not yours."
"Not your husband's yet, either. Come here."
She quietly walks to him and then gasps when his hands reach her breast. He carefully pulls the fabric up to cover her spilling chest properly, his fingers sliding to adjust her softness better. She shivers as he almost touches her peaks.
"I might want you as a concubine but I won't let go out like one." He says as he lets go of her breasts and picks up her scarf from the ground.
"No, I wasn't going to..." She says and feels his hands on her again.
He carefully secures the scarf around her chest and half her face. Gently placing a kiss right where her lips are, go now," he says.
"I shall see you tomorrow then?"
She just looks back at him, but doesn't say anything. But she knows. The next day, she was going to be there, no matter how many time she tries to deny it to herself.
"The caravan waits for you at the end of the hill." He shouts at her back, chuckling.
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Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
Veer Hanuman
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