In the opulent palace, Queen Nandini Murthy lay sprawled on her silk-covered bed, her massive belly a testament to her advanced pregnancy. Her eyes fluttered open as she stretched, her breasts heavy and milk-swollen beneath her thin nightgown. She glanced at Mukti Vardhan, her servant, who was diligently polishing the nearby furniture. Mukti was a woman of quiet strength, her lithe body moving with an efficiency that belied her tender years. Her dark eyes met Nandini's, and a wicked smile played on the queen's lips.
"Mukti," Nandini called, her voice sultry and demanding. "I need your help."
Mukti sighed inwardly, knowing that "help" often meant something far more unpleasant than it sounded. She approached the bed, her hands clasped in front of her. "Yes, Your Majesty?"
Nandini's smile widened, and she spread her legs slightly, revealing the damp spot on her nightgown. "I seem to have had an accident," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence.
Mukti huffed, her cheeks flushing with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. She knew Nandini did this on purpose, using her pregnancy as an excuse to avoid the simplest of tasks. Mukti leaned down, her fingers gently lifting the hem of Nandini's nightgown. The scent of urine wafted up, and Mukti fought the urge to gag. She grabbed a cloth from the nearby basin and began to wipe the queen's pussy, her movements efficient but gentle.
Nandini watched Mukti with a smirk, enjoying the power she held over the servant. She knew Mukti was too loyal to refuse her demands, no matter how degrading. As Mukti finished cleaning her, Nandini's eyes drifted to the servant's breasts, barely concealed by her simple tunic. She licked her lips, an idea forming in her mind.
The next day, Nandini lounged on a chaise in the garden, her breasts bare and glistening with milk. She had sent Mukti to fetch her a drink, and she knew the servant would return soon. She smiled to herself, her fingers tracing the soft curves of her swollen breasts.
Mukti returned, her arms laden with a tray of refreshments. She set it down on the table beside the chaise, her eyes flicking to Nandini's exposed breasts. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sudden heat that pooled in her belly.
"Your Majesty," Mukti said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "Your drink."
Nandini smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Mukti, my dear, I need you to clean me again. My breasts are leaking, and it's so uncomfortable."
Mukti hesitated, her gaze fixed on the queen's breasts. She knew she should refuse, but the command in Nandini's voice left no room for argument. She set down the tray and approached the chaise, her hands trembling slightly.
Nandini watched Mukti with a satisfied smile, her nipples hardening as the servant's fingers brushed against her skin. Mukti's touch was gentle, her fingers tracing the curves of Nandini's breasts with a practiced ease. She dipped a cloth into the basin of warm water and began to wipe away the milk, her movements slow and deliberate.
Nandini's breath hitched as Mukti's fingers brushed against her nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She bit her lip, her hips shifting slightly as she felt a familiar ache between her legs. She reached out, her fingers tangling in Mukti's hair as she pulled the servant closer.
Mukti's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. She could feel the heat radiating from Nandini's body, the scent of her arousal filling the air. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers stilling on Nandini's breasts. Then, with a soft sigh, she leaned in, her lips brushing against the queen's nipple.
Nandini gasped, her back arching as Mukti's tongue swirled around her nipple. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moaned, her fingers tightening in Mukti's hair as she guided the servant's head to her other breast.
Mukti's tongue was a tormenting delight, her lips and teeth teasing Nandini's nipples until they were hard and aching. She could feel the wetness between her own legs, her pussy throbbing with need. She shifted, her thighs pressing together as she fought to control the desire that threatened to consume her.
Nandini's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath Mukti's touch. She reached down, her fingers brushing against Mukti's thigh, and she felt the servant's heat. She smiled, her fingers tracing the hem of Mukti's tunic before slipping beneath it.
Mukti's breath hitched as Nandini's fingers brushed against her pussy, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body. She moaned, her hips bucking against Nandini's touch as she continued to suckle the queen's breasts.
Nandini's fingers were relentless, her touch expert as she explored Mukti's pussy, her fingers slipping inside the servant's wet folds. Mukti's moans grew louder, her body trembling with need as Nandini's fingers fucked her with a steady rhythm.
Nandini's own body was on fire, her nipples aching and her pussy dripping with need. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she fought to hold back the inevitable. She moaned, her fingers digging
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