There was a brief silence.
"...No your majesty, your words carry the pain of loss and maternal protection, far be it from me to harbor ill will towards you."
I was satisfied, there was no deception in his voice. Yes, the British have the tongue of a serpent, but this one was transparent. I searched his eyes for a moment and found no fear.
"Second, do you know of your superior's intentions?"
"I will not lie to you your highness, the Colonel has not spoken a word against you in my presence, however, he does see the people of this land as devil worshipping heathens that the Lord has given into the hands of the British."
There it was the truth I had known along, what else would it be. The only new fresh information is the justification of using religion for their greed.
"I applaud you for your honesty, many men have lied looking into my eyes, but you spill the truth even under the possibility of death."
"Tell me, what am I to you?"
"I am not your queen, a woman of your blood, or even of your own people."
"What you say is true, your majesty, but what you are is a wife who lost her husband in the fires of war, a mother that would move heaven and earth for her daughter's life, and a queen who looks at her people as if they were her own children."
"To lie to such a person of integrity is beneath me."
I was pleased with his answer. Maybe he was different, different or not, he has to report back. I smiled softly at him before turning my back to him. Now my final question that I knew the answer to. I walked four steps away from him, I gazed upon the bright morning sun, it illuminated my entire body in this sacred space. Guilt plagued my heart, I could refrain from what I am about to do. I had all the power to do so, but still, this may be the last chance I receive. I came to a decision. I rationalized it, this was just my body, a body that had forsook the touch of a man for the honor of my deceased Husband. No one will know, it was not my heart, just my body, a body that was left to its daily fire over a decade.
"And lastly, William.."
"Have you ever had the pleasure of making love to a woman of this soil?"
".....No your highness, I have only felt the warmth of an english woman three times in my life."
The words hung between us like the humid air of the forest, thick and charged. My heart raced, a wild drumbeat echoing the forbidden desires that had tormented me since his arrival. Muthu's memory whispered accusations in my mind, but the fire in my yoni drowned them out. This was not betrayal of the heart, merely the body, starved and aching after years of celibacy in honor of a ghost. The sacred circle, with its lotus blooms and ancient banyan, seemed to pulse with approval, as if the goddess herself urged me onward. Adi Para Shakti, the eternal feminine power, did not demand eternal mourning; she celebrated life, creation, destruction, and rebirth in all their raw forms.
With my back still turned to him, I let my fingers trail along the edge of my green saree, the silk whispering promises as I began to unwind it slowly, deliberately. The pallu slipped from my shoulder first, cascading like a waterfall of emerald to pool at my feet, revealing the bare curve of my back where the sun kissed my dark skin golden. William's breath caught audibly behind me, a sharp intake that spurred me on. Next came the pleats at my waist, each fold released with agonizing slowness, the fabric sighing as it loosened and fell away, exposing the swell of my hips and the firm roundness of my backside. I felt his gaze burning into me, heavy with hunger, yet I did not turn, not yet.
The blouse followed, my arms crossing to unhook the delicate clasps at the back. It slid down my shoulders, baring my full breasts to the open air, though he could not see them from behind. The gold piercings in my teats caught the breeze, sending a shiver through me, the metal warm from my skin. Finally, the petticoat strings were untied, and it dropped to join the rest, leaving me utterly exposed save for the sacred adornments that marked me as queen and woman: the intricate Tamil earrings dangling like temple bells from my lobes, the royal nose ring glinting fiercely, and the gold Thaali around my neck, its pendant resting between my breasts, a symbol of my marriage, yet one I wore as a chain of power rather than bondage. My naval piercing winked in the light, a golden star against the smooth plane of my abdomen.
Almost naked as the day the goddess birthed me into this world, I stood tall, the sun's rays filtering through the canopy to illuminate my form in a divine glow. My skin, the color of rich earth after monsoon rains, seemed to absorb and reflect the light, every curve and shadow a testament to the strength that had borne battles and a child. Slowly, I turned to face him, my movements fluid and unhurried, like a predator revealing itself to prey. The sun haloed me from behind, casting my silhouette in radiant outline, my heavy breasts proud and unyielding, nipples erect and pierced with gold; my waist narrowing to hips that swayed with innate grace; the dark triangle of my yoni, untouched for over a decade, now throbbing with need.
William's eyes widened, his lips parting in stunned silence as his gaze roved over me, drinking in every inch. He was utterly speechless, his usual composure shattered, the confident messenger reduced to a man entranced. His hands twitched at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach out.
"Am I not to your liking, William?" I cooed, my voice low and teasing, laced with a mock innocence that belied the heat in my core.
"Perhaps you desire women of your kind, pale as milk, fragile as English roses?"
He stammered, his cheeks flushing crimson beneath the golden stubble, his blue eyes locked on mine before darting lower, then back up in reverence.
"N-no... Your Majesty... I... by the good Lord above..." He swallowed hard, gathering himself, his voice emerging hoarse and fervent.
"Not one British woman I have ever seen in my life, not in the grand halls of London, not in the ports of Calcutta, is a tenth of your beauty. You are... a goddess incarnate. Fierce, radiant, untamed."
"You put the statues of Greek goddesses to shame, your breasts round and prominent show the bounty of motherhood, your hips proclaim your womanhood like none other."
"And your buttocks are of absolute perfection, from the shape to the size, they are second to none."
"Your unbridled form has bewitched me to no end."
"I am enchanted beyond measure..... Your grace." he said as he bowed his head to me.
I lifted his chin up gently until his eyes met mine once more. We gazed for a moment, I will let him take the sight of me once more, relishing every part of my body.
"O' however so blessed among men are you William, not even my late husband had my yoni yearning for him with such desire...."
"William, you have made me bare myself before you in a single day, a feat that eclipses my late Muthu by orders of magnitude."
"You will now have the pleasure of not only feeling the warmth of a woman from this soil, but also one that is a queen, a mother, and a widow."
His breath hitched, those piercing blue eyes darkening with a hunger that mirrored my own. But I would not rush this; the goddess demanded savoring, not haste. I stepped back slightly, my naked form still bathed in the sun's golden embrace, and fixed him with a commanding gaze.
"Strip down nude, as I am," I ordered, my tone brooking no argument, laced with authority.
"Let me behold you in full, William Windsor, without the trappings of your uniform."
He hesitated only a moment, his hands trembling faintly as they moved to the buttons of his bloodstained coat. With deliberate care, he shrugged it off, revealing a crisp white shirt beneath, now clinging to his broad chest from the sweat of our chase. The shirt followed, peeled away to expose a torso sculpted like the marble statues he had spoken of, pale skin stretched over rippling muscles, a light dusting of golden hair trailing from his chest down to his navel. His arms were thick with the strength of a carpenter's labor, veins standing out like rivers on a map. He kicked off his boots next, then unbuckled his breeches, sliding them down along with his undergarments in one fluid motion.
There he stood, as bare as the day his Christian god had made him, his body a testament to youthful vigor and foreign allure. His legs were long and powerful, thighs corded from riding and marching. But it was his phallus, his lingam, as we called it in this land, that drew my gaze and held it captive. It hung heavy between his thighs, already stirring to life under my scrutiny, thick and veined, his pale skin flushed at the tip. I had slain men in battle, faced down armies, yet this sight stirred a wonder in me that bordered on awe. Truly he was blessed among men, no wealth could compensate for what he had in possession, his fleshly treasure, would be the envy of every son of bharat from kanyakumari to the himalayas.
"By the Goddess," I breathed, my eyes widening as I beheld his magnificence.
Even in repose, his lingam promised a girth and length that eclipsed my understanding of the male mark. I knelt before him on the soft grass, and reached out to inspect it properly. My fingers wrapped around the base, feeling the warmth, the subtle pulse of life beneath the pale skin. It twitched in response, growing firmer in my grasp, and I lifted it gently, marveling at its weight: heavy, substantial, like a weapon forged for the conquest of a woman's yoni.
I contrasted it silently to Muthu's. Dear Muthu, whose lingam had been adequate, a faithful companion in our unions, but modest in comparison. With him, I could cover his manhood almost completely with two of my hands, enveloping it snugly from root to tip. But William... oh, William put him to shame. I clamped down with one hand at the base, my fingers barely meeting around its thickness. Then I placed my other hand above it, stacking them palm to heel. Still, it extended beyond. I lifted the first hand and stacked it over the second, then once more, my small hands forming a tower along its length. Even after stacking them thrice, the swollen head of his lingam remained completely visible, proud and glistening, a crown atop a mighty shaft.
"You put my late husband to shame," I whispered, my voice husky with a mix of reverence and raw desire, my yoni clenching in anticipation.
"He was like a dagger--sharp, reliable, but contained. You, William, are like a sword: long, unyielding, forged to pierce deep and claim dominion upon a woman's womb."
My thumbs stroked along the underside, feeling the ridges and veins, and he groaned softly, his hips shifting involuntarily toward my touch. The comparison fueled my arousal, banishing any lingering guilt; this was the body's rite, a celebration of Shakti's power in union.
Rising, I released his lingam reluctantly, watching it bob heavily in the air, now fully erect and straining toward me like an offering to the goddess. My knees pressed into the soft grass of the sacred circle, the lotus petals brushing my skin as I knelt before him once more, this time with purpose. I looked up at William, my dark eyes locking onto his blue ones, holding him captive in my gaze. His breath came in ragged bursts, his chest rising and falling, the golden hair there glistening with sweat.
"William," I murmured, my voice a sultry command, "tell me, have those English women of yours ever worshiped you like this? With their mouths, as a devotee kneels before a sacred idol?"
He swallowed hard, his voice emerging hoarse and trembling. "N-no, Your Majesty... they... they were quick, furtive... nothing like... like you."
A smile curved my lips, wicked and triumphant.
"Then let me show you the devotion of a Tamil queen. Watch me, William. Feel me."
I leaned forward, my pierced nipples grazing his thighs as I parted my lips and took the head of his massive lingam into my mouth. It filled me instantly, the girth stretching my jaw wide, the salty taste of his skin mingling with the faint metallic tang from earlier. He was enormous--far more than Muthu, whose manhood I could once envelop with ease. Here, I could manage only a little over half, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked gently, my tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. My hands gripped the base, stroking what my mouth could not reach, twisting in rhythm with my movements.
William groaned deeply, his head tilting back against the banyan tree, his fingers clenching at his sides.
"Oh... God... Your Majesty... that... that feels... incredible. No one... no one has ever... ah.."
His moans spurred me on, a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the forest. I moved slowly at first, my head bobbing up and down, my eyes never leaving his. He stared down at me, entranced, his blue depths wide with awe and lust, as if I were indeed Adi Para Shakti herself manifesting in flesh for his pleasure.
"Your mouth... it's so warm, so skilled. I've never... felt anything like this before. Please my queen... don't stop."
I hummed around him, the vibration drawing another shuddering moan from his lips.
"Mmm... you taste divine, William," I whispered, pulling back briefly to lick along the length, tracing a vein with my tongue.
"Like forbidden nectar from across the seas. Tell me, does it please you? Does my royal mouth honor your mighty British sword?"
"Yes... yes, it does... more than anything," he gasped, his hips bucking slightly, involuntarily seeking more. "Your eyes...have taken my soul captive... I can't look away. You're... you're a goddess."
Satisfied, I took him deeper again, sucking with increased fervor, my pace deliberate and teasing, building the tension until his knees trembled. But I would not let him finish there, not yet. With a final, lingering suck, I released him, his lingam glistening with my saliva, throbbing in the open air.
Rising to my feet, I closed the distance between us, my naked body pressing against his. My breasts pressed against his chest, the gold piercings rubbing against his skin, sending sparks through me. I captured his lips in a passionate kiss, fierce and demanding, my tongue invading his mouth to share the taste of him. He kissed back hungrily, his hands finally daring to roam, gripping my waist, sliding down to cup my buttocks, pulling me closer.
"Your highness..." he murmured against my lips, breathless and reverent. "I... I need you."
"And you shall have me," I replied, my voice a husky whisper. "But on my terms."
With a firm push, I sent him stumbling back, guiding him down onto the soft grass beneath the banyan tree. He lay there, sprawled like a sacrificial offering, his lingam standing tall and proud, beckoning. I straddled him without hesitation, my thighs bracketing his hips, my yoni hovering just above him, dripping with anticipation.
"Look at me, William," I commanded, my hands on his chest, fingers tangling in the golden hair there. "Watch as I take you. Tell me how it feels to be claimed by a queen."
His eyes were dark with desire, fixed on where our bodies would join. "I... I'm yours, Your Majesty. Please... claim me."
Slowly, I lowered myself, guiding the head of his lingam to my entrance. The stretch was immediate, exquisite, my yoni expanding like never before, walls parting to accommodate his girth. Inch by inch, I sank down, a gasp escaping my lips as he filled me deeper than Muthu ever had, deeper than I thought possible.
"Ah... William... you're so... so vast. Like a conqueror breaching my gates."
He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, thumbs pressing into my skin.
"Your majesty... you're so... so incredibly warm inside. It's... paradise. I've never... felt a woman like this."
I paused halfway, adjusting, my breath coming in pants, then continued, rocking gently until finally, with a triumphant moan, I reached the root of his member, our bodies fully joined. He filled my sacred temple completely, pressing against places untouched for years, igniting a fire that made my toes curl.
"Oh... yes," I breathed, my head falling back, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "You fill me completely...you have delved far deeper into my temple than Muthu."
His voice was strained, completely reverent. "You're... incredible. So wet, so perfect around me. Ride me, Your Majesty... please."
I began slowly, rolling my hips in languid circles, savoring the fullness, the way he stretched me with every movement. My hands braced on his chest, nails digging in lightly as I rose and fell, the gold in my piercings catching the light with each undulation.
"How does it feel, William? To be buried deep in an Indian queen's yoni?"
"Like... like heaven and hell combined," he panted, his hips rising to meet mine. "You're gripping me so tight... I can feel every pulse. Faster... please, go faster."
Obliging, I picked up the pace, my movements growing more insistent, breasts bouncing with the rhythm, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the sacred clearing. Pleasure built like a storm, coiling in my core.
"Yes... like that... your lingam... it's hitting so deep! Tell me you want more!"
"More!... God, yes... more!"
His hands roaming up to cup my breasts, thumbs flicking the gold piercings, sending jolts straight to my yoni.
"You're magnificent... riding me like a warrior queen. I could die happy now."
I bucked harder against him, my yoni clenching around his thick shaft, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. William's moans grew louder, more desperate, his fingers pinching my pierced nipples with just enough force to blend pain into pleasure, heightening the fire building within.
"Yes... claim me deeper, Your Majesty... you're driving me mad," he gasped, his hips snapping up to meet mine, our bodies slick with sweat and desire.
I leaned down, my breasts pressing against his chest, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered.
"Then surrender to me completely, William. Let me feel you erupt inside my sacred depths."
Suddenly, a loud roar pierced the air like thunder, shattering the haze of our passion. The sound was unmistakable--a tiger, raw and primal, echoing through the sacred clearing. My ecstasy shattered in an instant, overridden by the sharp instinct of survival honed from years of battle and wilderness. I froze for a heartbeat, then swiftly dismounted him, my yoni aching from the abrupt separation, William's lingam slipping free with a wet pop, still throbbing and glistening. A rush of cool air hit my heated skin, but there was no time for regret or lingering pleasure.
"Stay behind me."
I commanded, my voice steady despite the adrenaline surging through my veins. I snatched up my dagger from the grass where it had fallen earlier, the blade glinting in the dappled sunlight. William, his face pale and eyes wide with alarm, scrambled to his feet, his erection wilting under the sudden threat. He nodded mutely, positioning himself at my back, his breath ragged from both our interrupted union and the fear gripping him.
Here I stood, completely nude, my body still flushed and marked by our lovemaking, sweat-slicked skin, hardened nipples, and the slickness between my thighs a reminder of what had been stolen from us. The gold piercings caught the light as I shifted into a defensive stance, dagger raised, every muscle coiled like a spring.
Facing a tiger with nothing but a blade was folly even for a warrior queen like me; these beasts combined power and speed in their strikes, their claws and fangs capable of rending flesh to ribbons within a blink of an eye. Even if I emerged victorious, it would not be without scars, deep gashes that could maim or kill. But I had slain men in battle; I will not cower from a predator of the wild, and my paramour will not be harmed in my presence. This day, already etched in memory for its forbidden ecstasy, might end in blood if the goddess willed it.