The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the palace gardens. Inside the queen’s chambers, the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, a deliberate effort to soothe the frayed nerves of Queen Nandini. Her pregnancy had advanced to a point where her body, once a symbol of regal grace, now bore the marks of motherhood—swollen breasts, a heavy belly, and a pussy that ached with a constant, throbbing sensitivity. She lay on her silk-covered bed, her dark hair fanned out like a raven’s wing, her eyes half-closed as she waited for her servants to attend to her needs. Her nipples, engorged and tender, peeked from beneath the sheer fabric of her gown, a testament to the changes her body was undergoing.
"Mukti, Alya,” she called, her voice soft but commanding. “I need you both. Now.”
The two servants, both young and eager to please, hurried into the room. Mukti, with her slender frame and quick hands, carried a tray laden with herbs and a bowl of neem paste. Alya, fuller-figured and with a gentle touch, followed with a basin of warm water and soft cloths. Both women bowed their heads respectfully as they approached the queen’s bedside.
“Your Majesty,” Mukti said, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and reverence. “We’ve prepared everything as you requested.”
Queen Nandini nodded, her eyes scanning the items on the tray. “Good. Begin with my nipples. They’re… unbearable.” She lifted her gown slightly, exposing her breasts, which were fuller than ever, the areolas darkened and stretched. Her nipples stood erect, almost painfully so, begging for attention.
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Chapter 1
A Queen's Intimate Relief
Queen Nandini's pregnant body craves attention. Her servants, Mukti and Alya, provide an intimate service, soothing her swollen nipples and aching pussy, leading to a climax that leaves them all satisfied.
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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the palace gardens. Inside the queen’s chambers, the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, a deliberate effort to soothe the frayed nerves of Queen Nandini. Her pregnancy had advanced to a point where her body, once a symbol of regal grace, now bore the marks of motherhood—swollen breasts, a heavy belly, and a pussy that ached with a constant, throbbing sensitivity. She lay on her silk-covered bed, her dark hair fanned out like a raven’s wing, her eyes half-closed as she waited for her servants to attend to her needs. Her nipples, engorged and tender, peeked from beneath the sheer fabric of her gown, a testament to the changes her body was undergoing.
“Mukti, Alya,” she called, her voice soft but commanding. “I need you both. Now.”
The two servants, both young and eager to please, hurried into the room. Mukti, with her slender frame and quick hands, carried a tray laden with herbs and a bowl of neem paste. Alya, fuller-figured and with a gentle touch, followed with a basin of warm water and soft cloths. Both women bowed their heads respectfully as they approached the queen’s bedside.
“Your Majesty,” Mukti said, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and reverence. “We’ve prepared everything as you requested.”
Queen Nandini nodded, her eyes scanning the items on the tray. “Good. Begin with my nipples. They’re… unbearable.” She lifted her gown slightly, exposing her breasts, which were fuller than ever, the areolas darkened and stretched. Her nipples stood erect, almost painfully so, begging for attention.
Mukti and Alya exchanged a glance, their faces flushed with anticipation. They had both served the queen for years, but this was a new kind of intimacy, one that thrilled and intimidated them in equal measure. Mukti dipped her fingers into the neem paste, its cool, earthy scent filling the air. She approached the queen’s breast with reverence, her touch light but firm as she smeared the paste over the swollen nipple.
“Gently,” the queen murmured, closing her eyes as Mukti’s fingers circled the sensitive peak. “It’s so tender.”
Alya, meanwhile, dampened a cloth in the warm water and began to clean the queen’s other breast, her movements slow and deliberate. The contrast between the cool paste and the warm cloth sent shivers through Nandini’s body, a sensation that was both soothing and arousing. She bit her lip, her breath quickening as Mukti’s fingers continued to work the paste into her nipple, easing the ache but also awakening a deeper hunger.
“Now the other,” the queen commanded, her voice husky. “And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Mukti obeyed, her fingers moving with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. Alya followed suit, her cloth tracing lazy circles around the queen’s areola, teasing the sensitive flesh. Nandini’s head fell back against the pillows, her chest rising and falling with her quickened breath. Her body, heavy with child, felt both fragile and powerful, a vessel of life and desire.
“Lower,” the queen whispered, her hand drifting down to her belly. “My pussy… it’s on fire.”
Mukti and Alya exchanged another glance, their eyes gleaming with a mix of nervousness and excitement. They had never tended to the queen’s most intimate area before, but they were determined to serve her well. Mukti set aside the neem paste and picked up a small jar of herbal oil, its scent rich and musky. Alya, meanwhile, dampened another cloth and knelt at the edge of the bed, her hands trembling slightly as she lifted the queen’s gown.
Nandini’s pussy was a sight to behold—swollen and glistening, the lips parted slightly as if begging for relief. Her pubic hair, once neatly trimmed, was now fuller, a testament to the changes her body was undergoing. Mukti dipped her fingers into the oil and approached the queen’s pussy with a mix of reverence and curiosity. She spread the oil over the swollen lips, her touch gentle but deliberate, ensuring every inch was coated.
“Oh…” Nandini moaned, her hips shifting slightly as Mukti’s fingers glided over her most sensitive spots. “That’s… perfect.”
Alya, meanwhile, used the damp cloth to clean the queen’s pussy, her movements slow and thorough. The combination of the cool cloth and the warm oil sent waves of pleasure through Nandini’s body, her clit throbbing with a need that was both urgent and overwhelming. She spread her legs wider, her hands gripping the sheets as she surrendered to the sensations.
“Again,” she commanded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do it again.”
Mukti and Alya obeyed, their hands moving in tandem as they repeated the process. Mukti’s fingers traced lazy circles around the queen’s clit, the oil enhancing every touch, while Alya’s cloth cleaned and soothed the swollen flesh. Nandini’s breath came in short gasps, her body arching off the bed as pleasure built within her. Her nipples, still coated in neem paste, pebbled further, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath.
“Faster,” she demanded, her voice laced with desperation. “I need… more.”
Mukti’s fingers quickened, her touch becoming firmer as she pressed against the queen’s clit. Alya, meanwhile, abandoned the cloth, her fingers joining Mukti’s in a rhythm that was both frantic and deliberate. Nandini’s pussy was a wet, slippery mess, the oil and her natural juices combining to create a slick heat that only heightened her arousal.
“Yes… yes…” she panted, her hips bucking as she chased her release. “Don’t stop… don’t stop…”
Mukti and Alya continued their ministrations, their fingers working in perfect harmony as they drove the queen closer and closer to the edge. Nandini’s body was a symphony of sensation—her nipples throbbing, her pussy aching, her belly heavy with life. She was a queen, a mother, and a woman, all at once, and in this moment, she was utterly, completely vulnerable.
And then, with a cry that was equal parts relief and ecstasy, she came. Her body shook as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching around the fingers that had brought her such pleasure. Mukti and Alya froze, their hands still buried in the queen’s wetness as they waited for her to come down from her high.
Nandini’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body limp and sated. She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Mukti and Alya’s with a look of gratitude and satisfaction. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “You’ve served me well.”
Mukti and Alya bowed their heads, their faces flushed with pride and arousal. They had not only soothed the queen’s aches but had also given her a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. As they cleaned her once more, their hands gentle and reverent, they knew that this was only the beginning. Serving Queen Nandini was not just a duty—it was a privilege, and they would do anything to ensure her comfort and satisfaction.
And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a soft, amber glow, the queen smiled, her hand resting on her belly. Her body, though changed, was still hers to command, and with Mukti and Alya by her side, she knew that she would face the challenges of motherhood with grace, strength, and an abundance of pleasure.
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