Chapter Two.
Lakshmi Bai sat patiently, disguising her utter contempt for the 'General', not for his desire to wrench the land from the hands of the East India Company and the greedy colonial English, but for how he took the garrison. The whispers of the treatment of the defenders had drifted from mouth to mouth and soon, 'the little birds' in the pay of Lakshmi Bai had informed her of the entire sorry episode. She already knew that she would be tarred with the shame of this attack and the British would use this as an excuse to take her lands, and treasures and use her people most cruelly.
Lakshi had no love for the English, and since her husband's tragic death, she found herself having to be 'allowed' to reign by the East India Company through a letter of compliance. She knew of the English law and how it cruelly twisted everything to their advantage. Fearing an armed conquest of her territory, she secured the regency of Jhansi and ruled in her adopted son's stead until his majority. As she watched him grow, she did everything she could to secure her grip on her land and secretly built up, not only her martial skills but squadrons of cavalry that were the rival of any that rode in the whole of India.
The 'Genera' stood, suffused with a sense of destiny. He eyed the attractive woman on the round gilded throne, much like Sultan Tippu's, and allowed himself to imagine the princess beneath him, cooing with satisfaction as his prick filled her trimmed cunny. But then suddenly, he was snapped back to reality,
"Ghandar Labbi Singh, I have met your price and accepted the administration of the district, lest you turn the Garrison powder stores against my palace, but do not think that your threat holds any fear in my heart!" The princess then stood, pulling a slender, sliver sword from her gilded throne and levelled it with strength and precision to the 'General's' throat, "now go, take your price and think much on your actions at the fort! For I am sure that your sins will lay heavy on your soul, and if you return to Jhansi, then I will not stay my blade again!"
After the humbled 'General' hurried from the palace, with a heavy wooden box filled with treasure, Laksmi Rani stood looking down upon the scene. Beside her, stood her stalwart Horse Master, Gobinder, her trusted right arm, instructor in all things marshal and her secret lover since the death of her beloved husband.
"Excellence, if you wish that man's death, I will return within a day with blood upon my sword and his head in a bag for your walls!" He smiled, half jest and half promise.
"Oh Gobinder, I would enjoy that immensely and perhaps soon I believe that your sword will soon have much work to do. I fear we will see that Sepoy 'General' will return, but not in friendship,"
In early July, Laskshmi Rani received the expected response from Major Erskine, commissioner of the Saugor division, agreeing to her swift and courageous administration of the district, which also went some way in explaining the events of the revolt. The Major, went on to explain that her administration would end, upon the arrival of the newly appointed superintendent, which Rani had little option in accepting the conditions. Gobinder shrugged his shoulders as they sat in the fragrant gardens of the place, that warm evening and discussed the letter.
"Excellence, the British will speed their man to our lands, they fear your grace and popular standing with the nobles and the people alike. If you raised your standard, many would flock to your banner, but they would file in behind me, "He smiled shyly,
"Oh Gobind, you are first amongst my loyal troopers, and you have a special place in my heart but I fear the British will not forgive easily the attack on the fort and the killing of so many. I feel that we live in tumultuous times and I fear for my son," She let her hand touch his black beard and tugged it playfully," Let us discuss other matters now my love," The Ranu stood, and Gobinder followed her at a respectful distance, lest other eyes see his love for this most royal, most respected woman. As she ascended the west tower stairs to the observation tower that met the sun's dying light. As the woman stepped through the dark panelled door, she pulled at her red and gold veil and let it fall to the tiled floor. Gobinder closed the door and locked it and turned to regard the breath-taking beauty of the woman who undressed herself for him.
The Rani, Lakshmi Bai, was perfectly toned, strong and slender, as her fingers pulled her blouse and revealed pert, firm breasts of the colour of chestnut, crowned with stiff dark nipples. Her beauty stirred something deep within Gobinder's chest and caused the stiffening of his lions immediately. As she undressed, the pleats of her saree fell to give him the vision of her tight trimmed coils of black pic hair, that glistened with perfumed oil and the perfect slim lips of her cunny. Gobinder stepped forward and watched her dance in the rays of red and orange, the dying sun still fiercely warm bathed like the Goddesses that adorned the walls of the Palace. She twirled and moved with such grace and lightness, that she seemed unworldly and magical. She would stop and look at him, with her beautiful liquid brown eyes, highlighted with perfectly painted eyes. Her sensuality at once potent, and powerful made her movements spellbinding. Soon, Gobinder could stand it no longer, and the Rani allowed him to take her in his strong arms.
"Oh, My Rani, your beauty is without parallel in this world, "Gobinder sighed and kissed between the swell of her breasts, his lips feeling her strong, fast heartbeat. He was magnificent, his torso matted with black wiry hair and now his turban discarded upon the tiles, his hair was akin to a black lion's mane. She gloried in his handsome manly beauty. He was more handsome than her husband, his muscular body, trained by years of endeavour was sublime. Even his fencing scars taken in his younger years were attractive to her eyes.
"Gobinder, kiss the channel of my love and taste my sweetness," She invited him to taste her love juices, which flowed easily and gracefully for him. He had been the only man at court that had turned her head, after the death of her husband, for he had been her first man to place his prick into her tightness. She had feared him, in the first moments of their marriage bed, but the Maharajah had been loving and skilful. He coaxed her to his bed, showed her the glory of her body and reminded her of all the women's words in her quarters as she grew up. He kissed every inch of her almond skin and licked at her nipples, then stiffened and her waters ran easily as she took his lips to her sex. Lakshmi moaned with joy and happiness, as her husband presented her with her first orgasm with his tongue.
