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Amarendra Baahubali wondered why his mother named him ’ Amarendra ’. How did he end up with two names instead of one like his brother Bhalla? He was not ’ Amar ’ like his mother thought he was and the same goes for Kattappa Mama. The man puts him on a pedestal like a chana dal protruding from its shrub. They gave him too much credit for what he does as it comes to him on basic instinct. And that was why he put his faith in Deva’s judgement of his character. She saw him for what he truly was and she would know what he thought he in a heartbeat. There are no secrets between them and that is what he likes to think. No one, not even his mother canvassed his character as she has. Devasena was the only person who considered him as a fellow human being and not some God who doesn’t get to commit mistakes. Isn’t that the beauty of humanity? To make a hell lot of mistakes and eventually learn a thing or two from them.
Devasena .
He said her name like a prayer in his mind.
It was probably a punya he had fulfilled in his previous life to have met the Goddess. She was no ordinary woman, she was a fiery cannonball in bed. *Phew* If anyone blushed after copulation, it was probably him. Dear God, he would follow this woman to the ends of narakam . How did he get so lucky?
He could stare at her all day and not move a muscle, it was a challenge he would welcome with utmost glee. The woman could twist his heart with a trisulam and still get away with his luscious smile.
On the way back to their antechamber after spending a good hour in the immaculate gardens of Mahishmati , Baahu had a devious thought. Well, they did get married about a month ago and he could never keep his hands to himself. Soft caresses, skin against skin, he craved her touch, scent and taste. Time was the true enemy. Every second he spent with her was inadequate and every breath felt like his last. One lifetime was not enough to make love to the Queen of Mahishmati.
He stopped striding and slowed his pace, coming to a halt altogether. He cast a lustful gave towards Devasena, his Deva. He timed the halt perfectly so they would be obscured by a mighty and intricately carved pillar along the corridor of the first floor. No one was around, not a single manservant or handmaiden which was a miracle.
What is it, my love? Why did we stop so abruptly? Her inquisitive pair of eyes roamed over his body, wondering if there was something wrong. Is something the matter? Say something will you or do you have a modak stuffed in your mouth? Baahu just smiled wickedly and wet his lips without replying. She was pinned to the pillar with his might in a nanosecond. His hands hovered like air over her waist, stoking a fire everywhere his touch landed. He feathered his hand over the nape of her neck, traced her cheekbones and brought her lips to his. He tugged on her bottom lip and she parted her lips for better access, his tongue explored the insides of her mouth, seeking her tongue, tangling and disentangling rhythmically. Blast! He wanted to taste all of her and there was never enough time. Only the Gods knew how he relished the taste of her, a pit of vacuum-formed in his stomach and the urgency to be buried in her, built in his body by the second. But they were out in the open, prying eyes would be everywhere and he would never expose Deva like that, not even for his own darkest desires. The last thing he wanted was a brand of “a sex-demon” from Bhalla . Yes, that imbecile of a giant would never let him hear the end of it.
Every contour of his body deliciously pressed against her delicate yet sturdy frame. She didn’t flinch or shy away from his touch and always presented a challenge while he conquered her body. They broke off for a second, panting and she raised one of her eyebrows demanding something more insane than a stolen kiss in a corridor. If she only knew the thoughts racing through his mind! He wanted to take her in the corridor, right there, no muss, no fuss.
The golden tinge of the sun bounced off her bronze skin, enticing collar bones exposed to be ravaged, rosy petals for lips, beckoning to be kissed and her cleavage, hey Prabhu, he could camp there for an entire night. He unhooked her blouse and revealed her exquisite breasts to his ravenous eyes, very cautiously. He began stroking his bearded cheeks between her impeccably sufficient mounds, slowly stroking and teasing her taut pink buds until they stood proud in his callous palms. His nose traced soft patterns, exhaled on the minute hairs cocooned within the breasts and inhaled the scent of sandalwood and rose water. Lightning rods shot through her stomach and she senselessly whispered his name like dandelions in the wind - Baahu.. don’t you..dare stop now.
He gladly ended her agony by taking a nipple in his mouth, rolling, sucking and licking it as she raked her fingers into his silken tresses, tugging on it for dear life. She gasped and moaned ceaselessly.
Her pleasure would always precede his as he was afraid that he might just come by looking at her face contorted with ecstasy. His little warrior had her head directed heavenward and thanked no one but her dear husband for his experienced ministrations on her delectable skin.
Baahu loved to give attention to both her breasts, teasing and pinching one taut bud and while he fervently licked the other. His fingers familiarized with the expanse of tan for the millionth time. He would do it for a million more and still stay energetic. Tracing, stroking and teasing her skin, leaving a trail of lava in its wake. A pit of fire formed in her stomach, clenching in pleasure, he swore on Parameshwara that he would never leave her lingering and unsatiated. He was a giver and he will make her come as many times as she desired.
He gently slipped his long and slender fingers into the waistband of her dhoti-sari , loosening the knots and giving room for his palm to reach her sweet spot. He cupped the glistening lips of her sex, slight motions at first, making her gasp with excitement. Oh, how moist she felt! This immensely fed his male ego.
Already so wet for me, only for me. Oh fuck, Deva. He grunted with satisfaction.
He inserted a finger into her heat and before she could freely moan he smothered her with open-mouthed, slobbery kisses. There is no such thing as elegant love-making when you are truly in love, he thought. A maddening need to consume each other’s bodies and souls took over them and he was afraid he might lose control.
Do not make a sound as I ravage your pussy, my little warrior. You wouldn’t want your handmaidens rushing to your call now, would you?
She managed a half-nod and spoke brokenly - Baahu..faster, please. You..hear..me?
She heaved restlessly and he inserted another finger in her, delicately expanding her, quickening the pace this time and he would make her come soon. His other hand gently plumed her collarbone and licked it with reverence. He worshipped Devasena’s body just as much as her soul.
Now, come for me, my lioness. I want you to whisper my name as you rain on my palm.
She was in no condition to reply, her body chased after his fingers. Like a proficient violinist, he rove his hands expertly, untangling the chords in her. A violin beneath a bow, his fingers on her skin, oh, how he played her so well.
You are almost there, bangaaram. Come for me, now.
Sweat beads clung to her forehead as she surfaced for a breath of fresh air, clinging to Baahu’s broad shoulders for dear life. She could feel the hard muscles beneath the thin fabric of his clothing. She wished to rip it to shreds and teach him a lesson with her tongue. But she was amused by how he had taken up the silly challenge and made her climax publicly without entirely disrobing her. She thanked the merciful Gods as she fixed her sari because Baahu had a bad habit of riving her clothing in the heated moment of passion. However, his gentle tone of love-making and proceeding with consent was sexy in so many ways. She placed a light kiss on his beard and rested her head on his shoulder for a bit.
Baahu on the other hand was grinning like a village idiot. Although, he preferred to watch Deva come undone beneath his fingers with the glorious swell of her perky breasts rocking voluptuously. For now, he would have to make do with this feat. He licked her cum off his fingers without breaking eye contact with his wife. He loved every part of her and wasn’t ashamed to demonstrate it. She could only gulp with a faint ache forming between her legs. She was not able to form coherent thoughts and she wanted him just as bad as he wanted her.
His deep baritone cut through the deafening silence, I am not done with you, my Queen. Shall we move this interlude the antechamber? And by interlude..I mean..
He winked at her and he knew that she would not crumble like the girls at the palace.
No.
This woman will drive him insane one day and of that, he was certain.
Enough of the chatter, my love, we shall put that tongue of yours to better use. Did you not have a target set for six orgasms, tonight? You have just acquired one so far. Surely, the King of Mahishmati can work a little harder. She raised her left eyebrow, her trademark signal for the next challenge. Yes, life would never be tedious with his beloved Devasena.