The Jezebel of India Ch. 14

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,

"Oh Deewan, I will clean your prick as a dutiful wife should," Her mouth took him and her tongue lapped and licked his shaft clean, as the sensations caused him to spray even more seed from his tightened ball sack. The lovers then embraced panting, their congress once again brought them together after weeks of conflict and enforced separation.

At the same time, as Deewan nurtured his relationship with his wife, Gobinder sat with Lakshmi Bai in the largest of the houses in the village, along with the leaders of the various groups that formed the remnants of the mutineers. Tope, still smarting from his defeat and his inability to relieve the siege of Jhansi, sat scowling at the Rani.

"I do not agree! The English will camp within the Jhansi fort and remain there until they have subjugated the whole land!" His bushy moustache, comically bristled, as he blustered and complained at the Rani's quiet logical commentary,

"General Tope, the English have taken my palace and fortress and now look to shatter whatever army might stand against them. This village, which is no fort, sits amid wide open plains, dry and vulnerable but we must field the best defence that we can," She sat serenely and her tone was serious, "If only to delay the redcoats, and gather what other forces at Gawlior and perhaps we might still turn the tide," her words were lost as Tope interrupted,

"You are not in command here! I command here. You pay homage to me, to join my army!" Tope looked to the two other men at the meeting, but their eyes were cast to the floor, offering no support to his arguments, they knew that Lakshmi Bai held sway now. He scowled and then sighed, "What do you suggest?"

"General, it is a simple matter of barricading the streets, drawing the redcoats into the village then using our cavalry to envelope them. It may not be enough to destroy them, especially if they have horse artillery that could enfilade the village, but it is the only stratagem that has a chance. Even if we are defeated, the red-coated army will be nailed to this place and give us enough time for more forces to assemble at Gwalior!" Lakshmi sat and listened knowing her words would be lost to the ears of the men but by the evening light, they had accepted the truth of the situation the meeting ended, Lakshmi Bai and Gobinder made their way to the stables, and to the loft space, that Gobinder has found for them and tenderly converted it to their love nest; bales of straw for their bed and a few items hastily packed as they fled Jhansi, gave Lakshmi a sense of home. She smiled gratefully, and held Gobinder tightly with her hands at his black beard,

"It is your palace, Excellence!" He mumbled, knowing that this was a far cry from her home and her palace,

"I am no royalty now, my love. I am a simple soldier like you now, and we can be together now," She kissed him tenderly and then pulled off his shirt and began to kiss his broad black-haired chest, settling her lips on his nipples and sucking them playfully. Gobinder, still unsure of their new relationship boundaries smiled as Lakshmi kissed down his flat belly and then pulled off the jodhpurs and found his proud stiffness and joyfully began to lick the head, using her wet tongue to send waves of sensation through his body,

"Oh Excellence!" He murmured, but Lakshmi stopped her playful fellatio and looked at him,

"No Gobinder, I am just a woman now, in fact, I want you to use like a woman, you would find in a camp. I want you to treat me like a camp whore!" She looked at him sternly, " I must embrace the lowliness of my rank now, but for you my love, I want you to own me now, like you would have owned a woman of the camp. Come, General Gobinder Singh, make me your woman and no longer your excellence!" She resumed sucking his prick to full stiffness and then smiled inwardly as Gobinder placed his hand on the back of her head and tenderly but insistently pushed it down onto his prick and held her head as his prick made her gag on the length of him. Lakshmi shuddered but didn't move or struggle. She had taken him deep in her throat before, but he had never pushed her head onto him, but in the simplicity of her surroundings, the loss of her royal title and the tumult of the times in which she now lived and of course, the potency of his prick, there was karma; a sense of balance to her in this place. She felt his hand leave her head, and she slipped up his length, "Treat like a whore tonight, my love; treat like your paid-for woman and I will not complain!"

"Lakshmi Bai, you could never be...." He stammered but then she slid down on his prick again and he instinctively jerked his hips to push himself further into her mouth, pushing against the back of her throat. Gobinder was afire for her, she was and always would be the love in his heart and despite being her lover, her position maintained a distance, only in her tower could she be a woman for him and even then a royal woman, far above his station. But here and now, she had no rank, there was no distance no abyss that separated her from him. His desire for Lakshmi grew in strength, and her lewd behaviour and sultry words helped to put his hand back on her head and push.

In fleeting moments of her clever tongue, Gobinder raised her head and kissed her fully, his prick made her mouth taste musky, her sweetness tainted with his desire for her. With her eyes full, and her lips wet, Gobinder undressed Lakshmi, pulling away her pleats and blouse and taking her breasts to his mouth and kissed each stiff and swollen dark brown nipple, pulling on them with his lips and nibbling with his teeth. Lakshmi shuddered and arched her back, pushing more of the sensitive flesh to his mouth, her skin biting and goose-flesh being tickled by his bushy black beard. With her breasts being suckled hard, she could not stifle a loud groan,

"Oh, Gobin! Use me like a whore...make me feel it!" She gasped.

Gobinder was overcome and pushed her onto her back, spread her toned honey-coloured legs apart revealing her wet black pubic hair that crowned her cunny and buried his face in her sex. With his rough beard, and experienced tongue lapped at her swollen nub and then slid his tongue into her quivering cunny hole and was rewarded with a stream of musky nectar. Shivering, gasping wordlessly, Lakshmi surrendered to Gobinder's curious fingers, as he searched her tight place to give her more sensation and pleasure. His fingertips found the internal flesh that swelled at his touch and rubbed her firmly.

"Give your prick! I need your fullness in me, my love!" Lakshmi shuddered and cried aloud, but Gobinder persisted for frantic moments until she couldn't restrain herself anymore and neither could he. Pulling his sodden fingers from her cunny, he replaced them with his swollen prick, pushing her cunny lips apart causing Lakshmi to gasp in utter euphoria, allowing Gobinder to put his wet fingers into her open mouth,

"Lick your cunny off my fingers, my sultry whore!" Gobinder played the role, Lakshmi asked him to play and now he revelled in making his love play the whore for him. Lakshmi grasped his two fingers and licked his fingers clean, tasting herself and then gagging a little as Gobinder pushed his fingers into her mouth, making her feel them pressing on her tongue. Gobinder pushed himself deeper into her belly and thrust hard into her, making her shudder and jerk involuntarily.

She loved him, but she loved him more when he was using her cunny hard, making her insides leak her honey juices. When he treated her like a woman, and not a princess, she felt alive, felt more when he was inside her and now, with her rank and privilege gone, she wanted him in a more bestial way, and then she would ask him to grant her a favour, but for now, she wanted his prick to thrust her raw and make her cry out.

"Ride my prick, my little whore!" Gobinder ordered, pulling out of her, wiping his soaking prick on her pubic hair, humiliating her just a little, then settling himself on the straw bed on his back, so she could mount him. Lakshmi obeyed him, sucking his prick for good measure before slowly sliding down his erect prick, taking his full length inside her, prompting her slender belly to bulge as she swallowed him. Once she had planted her feet on either side, she began to bounce up and down on him, her hands straining for balance, on his thighs and her pile driving made her cunny flutter and her climax crash within her. With such forceful movements, Gobinder's penetration was treated to the tightest glove he would ever know and then as he caressed Lakshmi's slender breasts, he grasped them hard as his ejaculation built up. Lakshmi could feel the twitching of his shaft inside her, and panted her instruction,

"Spill your seed inside me, my love, as a husband to wife and a lover to his whore, I wish you plant your seed inside me!" She panted as Gobinder strained and groaned loudly, as his prick sprayed his semen into her waiting cunny. Once his hips had ceased their convulsion, Lakshmi slipped off his still rigid prick and then sucked the remaining seed from his organ, tasting his saltiness. Laying together, Lakshmi felt his body relax and then she whispered,

"I want you to take my son far away from here and remain with him as his father would have done," Her words stung Gobinder like a slap across his face, the implication was clear, he would be removed from her forever now, " It is my last order, and you must follow Gobinder it for you are the only man I trust and the only man to whom I would give my love and my body,"

At that moment, it was clear to the lovers, lying in their sweat, that she had given him her body for the last time as they would never see each other again and that she would probably die fighting the redcoats.

End of Chapter Fourteen.