QUEEN AMBALIKA
Ambalika moaned loudly and shamelessly, eyes closed, her upper body uncovered with her voluptuous breasts hanging down as she arched herself upwards in sexual pleasure.
Her hands were holding her swaying body to the bed, as someone under the bed covers, did things very pleasurable indeed to the queen of Ayati.
Ambalika looked down as her lover, Panisha removed the bedcovers from their bodies and looked challengingly at her as she gave a frenzied lick of her tongue on her vaginal clits, evoking a deep and startled yelp from the queen.
"Oh queen, do you like it, when I do this to you?" Panisha said as she did it once again.
"Very much, girl. I love it very much.
Aaaahhhh! I think. . . I think I love you too." The queen said, amidst breaths.
Panisha came forward straddled Ambalika's neck and pushed her fingers deep into Ambalika, evoking sounds of ecstasy from her as both lovers made eye contact and kissed each other on their lips, sucking whatever they could in that act. Then Panisha stopped kissing and slowed her pace of penetrating Ambalika with her hands.
"If you loved that, then you'll love this too."
Saying that she increased her pace, watching Ambalika as she writhed for her release and both gasped on their faces as their passion fuelled activity increased pace.
"More, Panisha, more. Ah! Make me come. Oh!" and she came with a heavenly look on her face, feeling herself being drained out completely as Panisha milked out her juices from her aged body.
"My god, Panisha." She said breathless as both parted with a kiss and she rested her body on the bed side.
"You're marvellous." she finished, placing a hand on her sagging breasts in a vain bid to control her rapidly beating heart. Panisha went back and licking her fingers, enjoying the taste of her, smiled satisfyingly.
"Thank you. Your highness." She said as she proceeded to massage herself, rubbing her clits, spreading her legs apart, wanting the queen to see what she did. The queen lustily and happily watched her pleasure herself, admiring her lovers' body.
She loved the tanned and strong body of Panisha, a result of the various chores that she did in the Kingdom and also as a very able attendant to her, once.
Their love affair was no longer a secret to the Kingdom. No one remained open-mouthed on hearing this for the last citizen to openly criticise this was put to death. The decision was given by Ambalika's own son, Duyuta, who made sure everyone accepted the nature of their queen mother, for she was not only a mother of the prince, but also a mother to the entire kingdom and its subjects.
Though Ambalika was not happy with what happened, she nevertheless relaxed on seeing her son's approach to her sexuality, which she feared would trigger his temper and cause him to do something undesirable.
Ambalika didn't fear that she would be executed, nor did she believe Panisha to go through a similar fate, for she knew that no matter what, her son loved her every bit, for what she was and wanted to be.
She feared he would take out his anger on one of his close associate, the girl called Surmukhi of whom she was very fond of. Ambalika didn't blame her son though, for his behaviour and character.
His father and her husband, King Daya's death, had left a permanent scar in both their lives and none had recovered too well from it. At least Ambalika had found solace in the arms of the energetic Panisha who loved her like she were her own body. But her poor son, she thought, was left to himself and under pressure to handle the mighty Kingdom of Ayati on his own, at a very young age, surrounded by the greedy scumbags who wanted to completely milk out the already draining Kingdom, making it look like a shrivelled tree.
But her most trusted aide, who had been in their family since the time of King Daya's ancestors and possibly even before, had restored faith, identified the fraudsters, brought back order and stopped the demise of the Kingdom saving what was left.
That aide was a much venerated Sage, who was believed to have received blessings from Lord Pashupatha, in his gloriest forms and attained enlightenment, after severe penance in the cold northern Himalayas. His name was Godhinath and everyone called him Godhi baba.
But still she realised her son's entire youth was spent in learning the art of statecraft and politics, leaving him very less moments for merry making.
But recently she had heard about her son's interest in the arts and his special interest in the dance of the courtesans. Ambalika was very happy on hearing such news. At least he has found a healthy distraction, she thought. She on the other hand, while trying to forget her husband's demise had begun to consume liquor in enormous quantities and often used to be found in an inebriated state. To maintain the palace decorum, she was shifted to her own private palace and left to her own devices.
This was done by her son, under the orders of Godhi baba and at first left her furious, but afterwards when her son who came regularly to visit her, she forgave him and thought it was all for the best.
