Fantasy A Tale of Love and Lust.

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Asha's body convulses as the first wave of pleasure crashes over her. Her nails dig into Rana's back, leaving half-moons in his flesh.

"Oh, Rana!" she cries out, her voice echoing in the chamber.

Her walls contract around him, milking his cock as he continues to thrust, their bodies moving as one.

Rana groans, feeling the tension build within him. He pulls out, his cock glistening with her juices.

"Now, my queen," he says, his voice a command. "Your mouth is next."

Asha nods eagerly, her eyes never leaving his cock. She sits up, her breasts bouncing slightly.

"As you wish," she says, her voice a siren's purr.*

He takes his place on the bed, watching as she sinks to her knees before him. Her eyes are filled with a mix of desire and submission.

"Take me, my love," he says, his voice hoarse.*

Asha leans in, her mouth opening to envelop his cock. She takes him in deep, her throat stretching to accommodate his length. Her eyes water, but she does not flinch.

(I am yours, she thinks. In every way possible.)

Her tongue swirls around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks him with all the passion she has.

Rana's eyes roll back in his head, a strangled sound escaping his lips.

"Fuck, Asha," he says, his hips bucking. "That's it. Just like that."

Her hands cup his balls, her mouth working his cock with a fervor that leaves no doubt of her desire.

(I need this, she thinks. I need to be owned, to be used.)

He threads his fingers through her hair, guiding her movements, the pleasure building within him.


Asha's eyes meet his, a silent challenge. He smiles, his grip tightening in her hair.

"You're so good, baby," he groans. "So fucking good."

Their eyes stay locked as she deep-throats him, her nose pressing against his stomach.

The room is filled with the wet sounds of her sucking, her moans, and his gasps.

Rana's body tenses, his cock swelling even more in her mouth.

"I'm going to cum," he warns her.

Asha doesn't pull away. Instead, she takes him deeper, her eyes never leaving his.

With a roar, he releases his seed, filling her mouth. She swallows, her eyes never leaving his.

They stay there for a moment, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

Rana gently pulls her up, his cock still hard, and kisses her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue.

"You are mine," he murmurs against her lips.

"Always," she whispers back, her voice filled with longing.*

 

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Asha straddles Rana, her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping with need.

"I want to feel you inside me," she says, her voice a demand.

Rana nods, his cock standing at attention.

"Take what is yours," he says, his voice a growl.*

Asha sinks down onto him, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. She moans as he fills her completely.

(This is what power feels like, she thinks. This is what it means to be a goddess.)

Her breasts bounce with every bounce, and he leans up to take one in his mouth, sucking hard.

"Ah, yes," she cries out, her hips moving faster.*

Her hands are in his hair, holding him to her as she rides him like a warrior on a stallion.

Their bodies move in perfect rhythm, their sounds of pleasure melding together.

Her orgasm builds, a crescendo of sensation that threatens to overwhelm her.

"I'm going to cum," she says, her voice shaking.

Rana releases her breast with a pop, his teeth grazing her nipple.

"Not yet," he says, his eyes flashing with mischief.*

He flips her over, pulling her up onto her knees. He enters her from behind, his cock plunging deep.

(This is what it means to be a queen, she thinks. To be taken like this.)

Asha gasps as he begins to pound into her, his hips slapping against her ass.

"You're mine," he says, his voice a possessive growl.*

"Yes," she moans, pushing back to meet each thrust.*

Their bodies move in a primal dance, their love a wildfire that consumes everything in its path.

Asha feels her climax approaching, her body tightening around him.

"I'm going to cum," she says, her voice a desperate plea.*

"Do it," he commands, his hand reaching around to pinch her clit.*

Her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, her body shaking with the force of it.

Rana follows her over the edge, his cock pulsing within her, filling her with his seed.

They collapse onto the bed, their hearts pounding in unison, their bodies sated but their minds already plotting the next move.

 

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Asha's world shatters as Rana's body goes limp. She watches in horror as life leaves his eyes.

"Rana!" she screams, reaching for him, but it's too late.*

The guards burst into the room at the sound of her scream, their eyes widening at the sight before them.

"Your Highness!" one of them says, rushing to her side.*

Asha can't breathe, can't think. She's lost in the pain of his betrayal.

"Find the archer!" she sobs, her voice hoarse.*

The guards search the room, finding no one. The only clue is the arrow lodged in Rana's neck.

Her mind races, trying to piece together the events of the night. Who could have done this? Who dared to threaten her harem, her power?

"This is a declaration of war," she says, her voice cold and deadly.

The guards nod, their faces grim. They know the gravity of the situation.

"We will find the culprit," one of them says, his hand on her shoulder.*

But Asha is already planning her vengeance. The harem will not fall. Not on her watch.

 

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The whispers start immediately, the guards' expressions shifting from shock to accusation. Asha's heart races as she realizes the implications.

"I must speak with the king," she says, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands.*

They help her dress quickly, the sari feeling like a prison around her body. She knows she must face the consequences of their love.

"Spread the word," she says, her voice firm. "Rana was assassinated. We must find the traitor."

The guards nod, their eyes respectful despite the circumstances. They understand the gravity of the situation.

Asha heads to the throne room, her steps heavy with dread. The whispers follow her, a tide of accusations and speculation.

The king sits on his throne, his eyes cold and unforgiving as he looks at her.

"You will be questioned," he says, his voice like ice. "Your actions have brought dishonor upon this kingdom."

Asha lifts her chin, her eyes blazing with defiance.

"I will not cower before you," she says. "I demand justice for Rana's murder."

The room goes silent, the tension palpable.

"You dare to speak of justice?" the king sneers. "You are a whore, no better than the animals in the street."

The insult stings, but Asha refuses to let it show.

"I am your queen," she says, her voice strong. "And I will not be spoken to like this."

The king's fist slams onto the throne armrest. "Guards, take her away!"

The guards move to obey, but Asha steps back, her hand on her dagger.

"I am the queen," she repeats. "And I will not be taken without a fight."

 

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Asha slips away from the guards, her heart racing. She knows the harem is her only sanctuary now.

The secret tunnels of the palace are cold and damp, but she moves through them with the confidence of a woman who has walked these halls countless times.

The harem is a place of whispers and shadows, a world unto itself. The women, her sisters in spirit, gather around her, their eyes wide with fear and loyalty.

"We must protect ourselves," she says, her voice low but filled with determination. "The kingdom is changing, and we cannot be caught in the crossfire."

The women nod, their faces a mix of anger and fear.

"We will not rest until we know who did this," Asha says, her hand clenched into a fist.*

The harem whispers among themselves, their loyalties to her unwavering. They have seen her strength, her cunning. They know she will not let them down.

Asha's thoughts turn to Farhat, the man she has heard whispers about. A leader who could be an ally, or an enemy.

(We shall see, she thinks, a plan forming. We shall see.)

Her mind is made up. They will leave for the northwest, to the coronation. There, she will find answers.

The women prepare, packing their most precious belongings, their faces a mask of stoicism. They know the journey ahead will be fraught with danger.

Asha dresses in the garb of a commoner, her jewels and finery hidden beneath the coarse fabric.

They leave under the cover of darkness, their steps silent on the cobblestone streets. The city is a labyrinth they navigate with ease.

 

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A little more than 2 years before Rana's death, Asha's escape and Farhat's ascension. Zeenat was introduced to King Dilawar as his divine concubine, he was enamoured, smitten by her, he lusted for her.

 

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Rebooting this story.