The Royal Rite – Part 2 (Help of the beauties)

Upon entering the chamber of preparation, Rajasena found himself standing in a vast, opulent room unlike any he had ever seen. The ceiling stretched high above, adorned with intricate gold filigree and crystal chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the entire space. Candles flickered on every surface, bathing the room in a soft, seductive light. The walls were lined with stunning marble statues depicting various scenes of Indian mythology, each one more erotic than the last. Granite figures entwined in passionate embraces, their forms frozen in time, seemed to watch over the proceedings with knowing smiles.

The chamber itself was a testament to the opulence of Avanti’s royal lineage. Intricately carved granite statues depicting scenes from the Kama Sutra lined the walls, their sensual poses frozen in time, yet seemingly alive in the flickering glow of the scented candles.

The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of sandalwood and jasmine, wafting from the chandeliers and wall lamps that cast a warm, seductive light across the room. The walls were adorned with erotic paintings that told stories of love and passion, a stark contrast to the current somber mood. The grand bed at the center was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, its silken sheets and velvet pillows beckoning like a lover’s embrace.

The female servants, now surrounding the prince, moved closer, their eyes averted to the floor. They were a collection of beauty and innocence, a stark reminder of the purity that was about to be tainted by the necessity of power. Their hearts raced, each one feeling the tension coil around them like a serpent, tightening its grip with every passing moment. The queen, at the opposite end of the room, remained poised, her eyes closed as she took deep, measured breaths, her body a bastion of resolve amidst the tempest of emotions.

Rajasena took one last, lingering look at the statues and paintings, their erotic beauty, a macabre backdrop to the scene. He felt a strange mix of arousal and disgust, a conflict that roiled within him like a storm.

Across the room, Saudamini stood tall and proud, her white saree billowing gently around her slender frame. Ornate jewels adorned her wrists, neck, and ears, catching the light and reflecting brilliantly. Her long, black hair was pulled back into a neat bun, adorned with flowers and pearls.

The 50 female servants, belonging to various ministers, stood in a semi-circle around the entrance. Each woman was a vision of beauty, of different shades of brown skin color, their voluptuous figures accentuated by the tight-fitting red blouses and skirts they wore. Transparent chunris hung loosely over their hips, revealing tantalizing glimpses of their tanned skin. Their almond-shaped eyes sparkled with excitement, their lips painted a bold shade of vermilion.

Rajasena couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through him as he took in the sight before him. He knew what was expected of him that night, and he steeled himself for the task ahead. With a deep breath, he stepped forward, crossing the threshold into the inner sanctum. The room fell silent as he passed, the women watching him with hungry eyes.

Rajasena found himself facing his mother, who stood waiting for him with a regal air. He approached slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. When he reached her side, he bowed low, placing his forehead on the ground in reverence.

“Arise, my son,” Saudamini said softly, helping him to his feet. “It is time for us to complete this ritual together.”

Rajasena straightened, meeting his mother’s gaze once more. He felt a surge of affection for her, mixed with a strange sense of trepidation. He knew that tonight would change everything, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for the consequences.

But as he looked into his mother’s wise and loving eyes, he found the strength he needed. He took her hand, leading her to the center of the room. Together, they stood before the assembled women, ready to embark on this journey. The ritual had commenced it seemed.

As Rajasena stood before his mother, the reality of the situation hit him like a tidal wave. He looked into her eyes, seeing the same fear reflected there. Suddenly, the weight of what he was asked to do threatened to crush him.

He tried to ignore the growing panic in his chest, focusing instead on the task at hand. But no matter how hard he tried, his body refused to cooperate. His dick remained stubbornly limp, in fact, as if it was shrinking back into his crotch, betraying him at the worst possible moment.

Frustrated, Rajasena turned to his mother, seeking solace in her familiar face. “I don’t know if I can do this, mother,” he confessed, his voice shaking. “I mean, you’re… you’re my mother!”

Saudamini’s eyes filled with sympathy, but she didn’t offer any words of comfort. Instead, she simply nodded, understanding the enormity of the situation.

The room fell silent, the women watching the exchange with keen interest. Some of them began to move closer, their movements slow and deliberate. They knew exactly what was needed to bring the young prince to attention.

One of the women, a curvaceous blonde with large breasts, stepped forward, her cleavage prominently displayed. “Come now, prince darling,” she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. “Don’t be shy. We’re all here to help.”

She took Rajasena’s hand, leading him to a nearby pillar. “Let me help you O prince, the essence of a woman’s nectar,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Another woman, a petite brunette with a sultry smile, joined them, kneeling before Rajasena. She took his limp dick in her hand, after searching it out of the deep folds of his dhoti, stroking him gently. “There, there,” she crooned, her voice soothing. “Just relax and let go, your highness.”

More women joined in, each taking turns stroking and massaging Rajasena’s dick. Some of them whispered dirty words in his ear, their words sending shivers down his spine. Others ran their fingers and lips along his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles sticking with his beautiful sherwani.

After a few minutes, Rajasena felt a stirring in his loins. He looked around, his eyes wide with surprise. The women grinned, their faces glowing with satisfaction.

But the fun was far from over. Several women moved in closer, their mouths descending upon Rajasena’s dick. He gasped as they took turns sucking and licking him, their tongues exploring every inch of his length.

Finally, the woman with the largest breasts, a voluptuous redhead, stepped forward. She let his dick straddle her humongous naked breasts pressed against his chest as she rubbed herself against him. He could feel her wetness through the thin fabric of her skirt, and suddenly, his dick sprang to life with a whiplash twitch.

The room erupted in cheers as the women watched Rajasena grow harder in her cleavage. The queen looked on, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. The women exchanged knowing looks, their faces gleaming with satisfaction.

“Long live, the Prince, hail the Prince” the women chuckled in unison. The big-breasted woman made an orgasmic face as her breasts were bouncing as she moved. “Looks like someone’s ready to play.”