Chapter Fourteen.
As the dust settled in the hot May afternoon, the last of the mutinous rebels made their weary way to Kalpi. The village, nestled in the plains of the arid farmland, was now stripped of all crops and ready for a siege. The Rani had met the General, Tata Tope and embraced him and their forces joined to stand against the English forces that they knew would strike against them. As usual, Gobinder was at her side, as was her son. Deewan had searched the village for his love and found her fetching water from the well, dressed simply as a peasant woman. The child she carried made only a small bump to her slender figure, but her condition gave her a luminosity that Deewan could see in the warmth of the day. He called her name lovingly and ran to her, sweeping her off her feet, nearly tipping the brass water bowl.
"Deewan! You nearly knocked me down!" Tara chided him but her gaze was full of relief that he had not been killed in the siege of Jhansi and had kept his promise to come back to her.
"Tara, we must pack and put you on a horse and find a safer place for you. The English Redcoats will be here within weeks and Lakshmi-bai will want to fortify the town. This is not a place for you and our child," Deewan was in no mood to argue the situation but having not seen Tara for weeks, he smiled and kissed her fully. Tara could sense the desire he had for her and she too had felt the length of the lonely nights, despite the child in her belly, her cunny was sensitive and often wet and in need of her clever fingers to alleviate her desire for her husband's prick inside her. Once in her simple village abode, she stripped away the simple saree and showed herself to her husband. Her breasts were fuller now, the dark nipples were prominent, swollen and sensitive to the touch. She was till lither despite her pregnancy and capered a few steps of a sultry dance for him, but such foreplay was unnecessary. Deewan pulled down his jodhpurs, boots and shirt and once done, Tara knelt before him, cupping her breasts for him,
"Husband, my breasts swell ready for the coming of your child, but they are for you to enjoy, as is my cunny. I am already wet for you, Deewan, my body aches for your prick to spilt me open," Her sweet words, dripping with her desire made Deewan stiffen more than he had ever felt before. His wife was stunning in her dark beauty and as she took his stiff prick on her experienced mouth and suckled him, he closed his eyes and revelled in her skills.
"Tara, please I must have you..." his voice strained as her tongue had excited him rapidly and he wanted congress with his wife and soon-to-be mother of his child. She stood up and led him to a low bed through a flimsy door, and lay before him, opened her legs and let him feast his eyes on her moist dark curls. To tease him further, Tara used her nimble fingers to open cunny's lips and let him see how much she wanted him. As he positioned himself between her legs, he pointed his prick into her cunny and tenderly slid himself into her and gently tried to fill her up, but Tara called out to him,
"Deewan, make me feel you. I have hungered for you and the child will not suffer!" She cooed and smiled seductively as Deewan began to thrust harder into her, "Oh, husband yes! Make me your wife again!" Deewan thrust hard into Tara's cunny and was rewarded with gasps and yelps of utter joy, as his prick used his wife's cunny for his pleasure. As she filled her love channel with long slow aching thrusts, Tara mewed like a cat and teased him further, "Put on my hands and knees, let my full breasts hang and slap my round behind as you use my cunny without mercy!"
Deewan, not used to such language from her, found his erection stiffening unexpectedly, he enjoyed thrusting her, and then pulling out but leaving his head inside her and then spanking her round honey-coloured buttocks firmly, causing her to yelp and then tighten on his shaft,
"I love that you tighten on my prick when I spank you. So I will discipline you further!" As four hard slaps landed on each buttock, Tara moaned in arousal, and Deewan's prick was gripped hard by her internal muscles. Leaning forward, Deewan grasped at her heavy breasts and squeezed the full flesh and her heavy brown nipples flowered as his finger squeezed them between his finger and thumb.
"Oh husband, they make me a river!" As his nipple play grew more merciless, Tara shook and then released a fountain of hot love juice from her cunny, splashing Deewan's shaft and drenched him.
"Now, I will fill you again, Tara!" His prick now pounded her well-lubricated cunny hole until he couldn't hold himself any longer. Within frantic minutes, and hard thrusting he filled her cunny with his seed, and then at the last moment pulled out and allowed Tara to turn over and then painted her face with the remains of his seed,