Disabled Man but the kingmaker

This story is so real. I want all the nymphomaniac bitches who try their cheap ways and the bastards with fake accounts. If you try genuinely, I’m sure you will get the right partner.

This story is about the kingmaker of the state’s rule. Today, Vasant is the kingmaker. He decides which party should rule. You all should know how it all started.

The soft hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound in the room. Its rhythmic whirring is a stark contrast to the storm of emotions brewing between Vasant and Damini.

The guest house was luxurious, with every detail meticulously chosen, from the plush velvet couch to the abstract art on the walls. Yet, none of it mattered to Vasant. All he could see was her. The way her lips curled into that teasing smile. Her eyes burned with a mix of determination and desire.

“Vasant,” Damini said, her voice low and smooth like velvet dragging against bare skin. “You’ve been avoiding me all week. Why?”

He shifted uncomfortably, his right leg aching faintly beneath him. The old wound was a reminder of the barrier he’d built between himself and the world. But with her, it felt different. She didn’t see him as broken. She saw him as… something else. Something he wasn’t sure he wanted to be.

“I’m not avoiding you,” he lied, his voice steady but his heart racing. “I’ve just been busy.”

“Busy?” She took a step closer, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. “Busy ignoring my calls? Busy pretending you don’t feel the same way I do?”

He looked away, his gaze landing on the large window across the room. The sun was setting outside, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. He could feel her presence like a magnetic pull, drawing him in despite his best efforts to resist.

“I told you,” he said, his voice firmer now. “This… this can’t happen. Your father—”

“My father doesn’t own me,” Damini interrupted, her tone sharp. “And he doesn’t get to decide who I love.”

Vasant’s chest tightened at the word. Love. It felt too heavy, too dangerous. He wasn’t sure he deserved it, and he wasn’t sure he could handle it.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he muttered, his fists clenching at his sides. “This isn’t just about you, Damini. It’s about me. About everything, I’m not.”

She closed the gap between them in two quick strides, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. Her touch was warm and grounding. It sent a shiver down his spine.

“Stop,” she whispered, her breath tickling his lips. “Stop acting like you’re someone I need to be protected from. You’re not broken, Vasant. You’re perfect.”

He wanted to argue, to push her away, but the way she looked at him—like he was the only thing in the world that mattered—made it impossible. His defences crumbled, piece by piece, until nothing was left but the raw, unfiltered truth.

“Damini,” he breathed, his voice barely audible. “I can’t give you what you deserve.”

She smiled, tilting her head slightly. “Let me be the judge of that.”

And then she kissed him. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was fierce, hungry like she’d been holding back for far too long and couldn’t contain it anymore. Her lips moved against his with a desperation that mirrored his own. Her hands tangled in his hair to pull him closer.

Vasant felt himself melting into her. His resolve dissolved with every brush of her tongue against his. He couldn’t think, breathe, or do anything but feel. And oh, how he felt. It was as if every nerve in his body had come alive, sparking with electricity at her touch.

When she pulled back, his chest was heaving, his heart pounding so hard he was sure she could hear it.

“Don’t you see?” she murmured, her forehead resting against his. “This is what I’ve been waiting for. You. All of you.”

He didn’t have the words to respond. Instead, he let his actions speak for him, his hands sliding down her back to pull her flush against him. She gasped, her eyes widening slightly, but didn’t pull away.

“Vasant,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I need you. All of you.”

He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with doubts and fears. But then she kissed him again, and all those thoughts disappeared.

She led him to the dining table, her hands never leaving his. When she pushed him down onto the edge of the table, he didn’t resist. He watched, transfixed, as she knelt before him, her eyes locked on his. She slowly, deliberately unzipped his pants.

“Damini,” he said, his voice shaky. “You don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do,” she interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I met you.”

And then her lips were on him, hot and wet, and any protests he might have had evaporated into thin air. His head fell back, a low groan escaping his throat as she took him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him in a way that made his toes curl.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hands gripping the edge of the table for support. “Damini, you’re—ah—you’re going to kill me.”

She pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I’m just getting started.”

She continued her ministrations, her mouth moving with a skill that left him breathless. He’d never felt anything like this before, every touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. It wasn’t long before he was teetering on the edge, his entire body coiled tight like a spring.

“Wait,” he gasped, his hand tangling in her hair to gently pull her away. “I don’t want to—not yet.”

She smiled, standing up and pulling him to his feet. “Then it’s my turn.”

She walked backwards toward the bed, her fingers tugging at the hem of her dress. By the time she reached the edge of the bed, the fabric was pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra and panties. She lay back on the bed, her legs spreading slightly in invitation.

“Come here,” she said, her voice soft but demanding.

Vasant didn’t need to be told twice. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, his hands trembling as they reached for her panties. He pulled them down slowly, his breath catching in his throat as he revealed her.

She was perfect. Her pink folds glistened with arousal. The sight of her was enough to make him dizzy with want. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste her, and she gasped, her back arching off the bed.

“Yes,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as he lapped at her. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He explored her with his tongue, every flick and suck drawing more frantic sounds from her lips. His fingers joined in, curling inside her and scissoring gently, and she cried out, her hips bucking against his face.

“Vasant,” she panted, her voice trembling. “I’m close. So close.”

Her words spurred him on, his movements growing more urgent. He could feel her tightening around his fingers, could hear the way her breath hitched as she teetered on the edge.

And then she shattered, her body convulsing as she came with a loud, unrestrained moan. He didn’t pull away, savouring every last shiver that racked her body.

When she finally stilled, she looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded and filled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.

“Your turn,” she whispered, rolling onto her knees and pushing him down onto the bed. She straddled him in cowgirl style, her hand reaching down to guide him inside her.

He groaned as she sank onto him, her tight, wet heat engulfing him. She began to move, her hips rocking against his in a rhythm that left him gasping for air.

“Vasant,” she moaned, her nails digging into his chest. “You feel so good.”

He couldn’t respond, his mind too clouded with pleasure to form words. All he could do was hold onto her. His hands gripped her hips as she rode him harder and faster.

“I’m not stopping,” she panted, her voice filled with determination. “Not until you cum.”

Vasant paused for a moment. Damnini was riding him but stopped as she saw tears in him. She panicked and asked, “What happened, baby? Did I hurt you?”

Vasant spoke, “I’m afraid I’m not the right person for you, babe. I’m a loser. I can never fuck you. I tried to pin you and fuck you brutally. But then I realise I’m not able to move my legs,” saying so Vasant cried.

She just hugged him tight and smooched him. She said, “Baby, I’m so happy with you. Forget it. I’m never going to see any guy In This world. If I ever become a mother, I will carry your child.”

Love lives!

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Note: This story is true but has a little twist. Also, the names are changed.