Queen Nayanatara

Prologue :

It is based on the events that happened in year 1851 with Nayantara (The Princess of Udaipur ) during a period when The British were strengthening their hold on Indian empire ....
The story begins ......

1851 A.D

Prince Shaurya had all his young life known the story of Nayantara , who had been hidden in a mysterious castle in the town of Alwar . The reason of her seclusion was that the eyes of the British Empire could fall on their kingdom of Udaipur any moment and the King and Queen didn’t want her daughter to end up in their hands and spend the rest of her life as their slave .The king knew that his regiments were no match for the British army who could declare war on their empire any moment.


The castle had hundreds of guards shielding her and the prince who could reach the Princess after killing all the guards would be the rightful owner to spend the rest of life with Nayantara . Because the king believed that only a powerful leader could manage an army strong enough to overthrow the British .

But The prince did not believe Of Nayantara’s beauty until he was inside the castle. Even the bodies of those other Prince caught in the thorns of the rose vines thatcovered the walls had not made him believe it. They had come believing it, true enough,but he must see for himself inside the castle.

Shaurya with grief for the death of his father, and too powerful under his mother's rule for his own good, he cut these awesome vines at their roots, and immediately prevented them from ensnaring him. It was not his desire to die so much as to conquer.

And picking his way through the bones of those who had failed to Reach Nayantara, he stepped alone into the great banquet hall.

The sun was high in the sky and those vines had fallen away, so the light fell in dusty shafts from the lofty windows.

And all along the banquet table, the Prince saw the men and women of the old Court, sleeping under layers of dust, their ruddy and slack faces spun over with spider webs.

But it was true, this old tale. And, fearless as before, he went in search of the Princess Nayantara who must be at the core of it.

He had to tackle various guards on her way to Nayantara’s room and had some gruesome swordfights with them .

After defeating them , In the topmost bedchamber of the castle he found her. He had stepped over chambermaids and valets, and, breathing the dust and damp of the place, he finally stood in the door of her sanctuary.

Her flaxen hair lay long and straight over the deep green velvet of her bed, and her dress in loose folds revealed the rounded breasts and limbs of a young woman.

He opened the shuttered windows. The sunlight flooded down on her. And approaching her, he gave a soft gasp as he touched her cheek, and her teeth through her parted lips, and then her tender rounded eyelids.

Her face was perfect to him, and her embroidered gown had fallen deep ino the crease between her legs so that he could see he shape of her pussy beneath it.

“Who are you “ , Nayantara asked as she awakened from her sleep .

"I'm Prince Shaurya," he said, "and that is how you will address me, and that is why you will obey me."

“ So will you be able to save my Father’s Kingdom of Udaipur from the British “ , Nayantara replied as she looked down on the floor.

“I have to save you from those invadors , not your father’s kingdom . But I will do whatever I can about his kingdom “ .

He drew out his sword, with which he had cut back all the vines outside, and gently slipping the blade between her breasts, let it rip easily through the old fabric.

Her dress was laid open to the breasts, and he folded it back and looked at her. Her nipples were a rosy pink as were her lips, and the hair between her legs was darkly yellow and curlier than the long straight hair of her head which covered her arms almost down to her hips on either side of her.


“What are you doing My Prince ? “ , Nayantara asked .

"It's my wish to have you naked and always ready for me," he said.

He cut the sleeves away, lifting her ever so gently to free the cloth, and the weight of her hair seemed to pull her head down over his arm, and her mouth opened just a little bit wider.

He put his sword to one side. He removed his heavy armor. And the he lifted her again, his left arm under her shoulders, his right had between her legs, his thumb on top of her cunt.

She made no sound; but if a person could moan silently, then she made such a moan with her whole attitude. Her head fell towards him, and he felt the hot moisture against his right hand, and laying her down again, he cupped both of her breasts, and sucked gently on one and then the other.

They were plumb and firm, these breasts. And he bit at her nipples, moving the breasts almost roughly so as to feel their weight, and then lightly he slapped them back and forth, delighting in this.

His desire had been hard and almost painful to him when he had come into the room, and now it was urging him almost mercilessly.

He mounted her, parting her legs, giving the white inner flesh of her thighs a soft, deep pinch, and, clasping her right breast in his left hand.

He was holding her up as he did this, to gather her mouth to him, and as he broke through her innocence, he opened her mouth with his tongue and pinched her breast sharply.

He sucked on her lips, he drew the life out of her into himself, and felling his seed explode within her, heard her cry out. And then her blue eyes opened.

"Beautiful!" he whispered to her.

She closed her eyes, her golden eyebrows brought together in a little frown and the sun gleaming on her broad white forehead.

He lifted her chin, kissed her throat, heard her moan beneath him.

She was stunned. He lifted her until she sat naked, one knee crooked on the ruin of her velvet gown on the bed which was as flat and hard as a table.

"I'm here to take you with me," he said to her.

Already a shriek had come from the passage outside. The servant was standing there with his hands to her lips. And the Prince went to the door to speak to him.

"Go to your master, the King. Tell him the Prince Shaurya of Kingdom Of Jodhpur has come to take her daughter to his land and marry her. Tell him I shall be closeted now with his daughter."

He shut the door, bolting it, and turned to look at Nayantara.

Nayantara was covering her breasts with her hands, and her long straight golden hair, heavy and full of a great silky density, flared down to the bed around her. She bowed her head so that the hair covered her.

But she looked at the Prince and her eyes struck him as devoid of fear or cunning. She was like those tender animals of the wood just before he slew them in the hung: eyes wide, expressionless.

Her bosom heaved with anxious breath. And now he laughed, drawing near, and lifting her hair back from her right shoulder. She looked up at him steadily, her cheeks suffused with a raw blush, and again he kissed her.

He opened her mouth with his lips, and taking her hands in his left hand he laid the down on her naked lap so that he might lift her breasts now and better examine them.

"Innocent beauty," he whispered.

He knew what she was seeing as she looked at him. He was only three years older than she had been. Eighteen, newly a man, but afraid of nothing and no one. Hewas tall, black haired; he had a lean build which made him agile. He liked to think of himself as a sword -- light, straight, and very deft, and utterly dangerous.

And he had left behind him many who would concur with this.

He had not so much pride in himself no as immense satisfaction. He had gotten to the core of the guarded castle.

There were knocks at the door, cries.

He didn't bother to answer them. He laid Nayantara down again.

" You will be the princess of my Kingdom of Jodhpur" , he said.

He parted her legs again. He saw the blood of her innocence on the cloth and this made him laugh softly to himself as again he gently entered her.

She gave a soft series of moans that were like kisses to his ear.

"Answer me properly," he whispered.

"My Prince," she said.

"Ah," he sighed, "that is lovely."

When he opened the door, the room was almost dark. He told the servants he would have his supper now, and he would receive the King as soon as he arrives

He ordered Nayantara to dine with him, and to remain with him, and he told her firmly that she was to wear no clothing.