Queen's Intimate Relief

Wed, 23 Jul 2025 15:04:35 +0000

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.