An Unforgettable Wedding Night
A thoroughly irritated Princess Chamundeswari stepped into the living area of her chamber. Turning to Anagha, she said, “Remove my jewellery as quickly as you can. I hate them all. Do you want to call Seetha to help you?” She glared at herself in the floor-length mirror, not seeing the beautiful image. All she could see was the woman rejected by her husband within a few minutes of their marriage. Yes, Adityan had promised he would make love to her before dawn. But where was he now that it was past midnight? She had spent the rest of the evening with the four people she most hated on this earth, while the man she loved, the husband whom she had married that same evening, was missing in action.
Unable to bear the sadness hidden behind the anger on the princess’s face, Anagha gave her a nod before calling out to her husband who was standing guard outside. “Vishnu, tell Seetha to come immediately.” She quickly set about removing the ornate jewellery decorating the princess’s head. Soon, Seetha joined them. Realising what was required even before she was told, the young maid quickly removed the armlets and necklaces.
When she placed a hand on the chain Adityan had given her, the princess said, “Not this one. Let it stay. As will the bracelets with the tiger face mugappu.” They were symbols of the marriage that had taken place that evening. And she was going to wear them, always.
Anagha opened the princess’s plait before combing her hair with an ivory comb. When she reached out a hand to help her remove the sari, Chamundeswari insisted, “That will be all, Anagha, Seetha. You both may go.”
“Would you like to have a cup of hot milk, My Lady?” asked Anagha just as Seetha stepped out of the chamber. The princess always had trouble sleeping. Hot milk with some honey might help her. And she probably needed it tonight more than any other time. Anagha had a difficult time holding back her irritation against Adityan. How could he simply leave his new wife barely within a few minutes of marrying her?
Vishnurayan thrust his face inside the chamber to call out, “Anagha, are you finished?”
“Wait, Vishnu. The princess…”
“Enough of all that. I think it is best you go and sleep in the servants’ quarters for the night,” he ordered his wife.
Anagha glared at her husband. What was wrong with the man? Could he not see that the princess was upset? “How can I leave the princess alone?” she growled at him. “Men!”
“We cannot do without women and that is a fact,” called a lazy voice from the other end of the chamber.
Both women spun around—Anagha in shock and Chamundeswari in delight—to see Adityan leaning against a pillar with his arms folded against his massive chest. “Aditya!” Princess Chamundeswari rushed across the room, her feet flying over the floor.
Flushing to the roots of her hair, Anagha wrinkled her nose at her laughing husband before she let him drag her out of the princess’s chamber. “You knew?” she asked, lifting her accusing gaze to his.
Vishnurayan gave her a nod, grinning.
“When did you come here?” asked a breathless Chamundeswari as Adityan lifted her high up in his arms to carry her inside the bedchamber.
“I have been waiting for a long time while you were making merry with your royal guest,” he responded, grinning mischievously up at her.
She pouted at her husband even as she threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him. “Oh yes! I had such an amazing time at dinner that it is a wonder that I did not murder the guest.”
“That bad?” he asked, the mischief disappearing from his face.
“Worse.” she grimaced, sliding down to the floor to stand close to him. “Where were you all this long?”
“I returned directly to the palace. I got here faster as I was riding on Kethu. I had dinner in the small dining hall and…”
Chamundeswari felt terrible that her husband had to undergo what he had. “I apologise, Aditya. You should have been with us at the royal dining table. Especially today. I…”
He shook his head, placing a finger over her mouth, shutting her up effectively. “There is no need to apologise, my love. It is no fault of yours. And believe me, I was happier where I was, though I missed you by my side. But dinner was quick and light. I even went for a long walk before getting here. I thought I would give you a surprise.”
She laughed joyfully, lifting her face to his. “Which you definitely did. I was missing you terribly.” She went up on her toes to whisper in his ear. “You were right, Aditya. I think I love you.”
“Hahaha!” He threw back his head to laugh out loud. “You only think so?” he asked, an eyebrow rising to touch the lock of hair that had fallen on his forehead.
Wrinkling her nose at him before lifting a hand to hold the errant lock between her fingers, the princess was amazed to find it so silky. Raising her hand further, she ran her fingers through his hair. “It is incredibly soft,” she said in a whisper.
“Not as soft as yours though,” he said, running his hand over her hair that flowed down her back in a silken curtain all the way to her hips.
“Aditya…” Her golden eyes caught fire as desire overwhelmed her, “Kiss me!”
“Your every wish is my command, my princess,” said he, bending down to capture her luscious mouth with his, stroking his tongue over her lips.
She gasped in pleasure before sighing in relief when she felt him thrust his tongue inside her mouth to trace its soft contours. Her blood sizzled with need as she stepped on his feet to get that much closer. It was gone a long time when they finally came up for air. Removing her arms from around his neck, she held his face in her hands to look into his eyes. “Are you going to show me what happens between a man and a woman in private?” she asked.
“I can. But have you not guessed yet? All about the physical relationship between a man and woman?” he asked, grinning at her before shutting his left eye in a sly wink.
Hot colour rushed up her cheeks when she saw the mischief on his face. He obviously meant about the other night when he had pleasured her. But the princess had thought long and hard and concluded that that was not the whole of it. How could it be? He had given her immense pleasure. But what about him? What had he got from the experience? Surely, it cannot be all about bringing satiation to a woman? That cannot be the only role of a man. There must be something more; something that she still did not know about. Refusing to be bogged down by her own shyness, she asked him, “Tell me something, Aditya. The other night when you… when you…” Unable to continue, she gave him an appealing glance, hoping he would go to her rescue.
“Which night are you talking about, sweetheart?” he asked, tongue firmly in cheek even as his eyes danced.
Punching his shoulder with a small fist, she pouted at her husband. “That night when you touched me intimately,” she said, taking his hand to place it between her legs.
Vijayendran gave a frustrated sigh when his hand came against the silk sari that she was still draped in. “May I?” he asked before deftly unwrapping the sari from around her slender body, his gaze admiring her slender but shapely figure that was exposed to his gaze, except for the strip of golden silk wrapped around her breasts. “Chamundi…” He caressed her vagina with his left hand even as he untied the knot holding her bustier in place with his right, pulling it off her chest and throwing it over the discarded sari.
Her eyes half shut, the princess stood in front of him, enamoured by his touch. They opened when she heard his sharp exclamation. “Is this where…?” his hand ran down the lower half of her right thigh as he traced the burn mark. I am going to kill that bastard if it is the last thing I do! Vijayendran swore to himself.
“Yes! But it is all over, Aditya. It does not hurt any longer. Unless… unless you find it revolting?” There was a question in her golden gaze as she looked into his dark eyes.
“Revolting? Never! It shows how courageous you are, my princess. You were barely eleven when that bastard did this to you. I am going to throttle him with my own hands. That is a promise,” he swore angrily.
The princess was touched to hear her husband’s words. Pressing her lips to his cheek, she said throatily, “Thank you, dear husband. But can you forget them for now, please? I need you so.”
Vijayendran turned his face to capture her lips once again, kissing her deeply even as he explored her feminine core with gentle fingers.
Her lips parted and her breath came in gasps when he gently separated the folds of her femininity before running his forefinger in between. Her head fell back over his arm as Vijayendran leaned forward to trace the shapes of her breasts with his lips and tongue. Her gasps turned faster and louder before Chamundeswari moaned in ecstasy. Removing his finger from within her, he pulled her to his chest and said, “Is this what you were talking about?” he asked.
Chamundeswari opened her tortured gaze to stare at him, her body thrumming with unfulfilled desire even as she shook her head weakly. “You know there was more to it.” Her voice was a choked whisper.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed before placing her gently in it. Standing back, he took the hem of his tunic with both his hands and pulled it over his head.
“Aah…” she sighed, eyeing his naked torso. Getting up on her knees, she ran her hands over the familiar contours, brushing her right thumb over the tattoo of the tiger face even as her left hand traced the shape of the scar across the right side of his chest from shoulder to below his ribs just above his abdomen. Leaning forward, she pressed her mouth to his right nipple before brushing her tongue over it, just the way he had run his tongue over hers. “You are so different from me,” she declared.
Vijayendran choked on the laughter that bubbled up his throat, his manhood growing stiffer than ever as it clamoured for satisfaction, as with his hand at the back of her head, he pulled her closer to his chest.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked innocently, lifting her face to look up at him.
He shook his head, his face unsmiling. “No. Kiss me some more,” he invited.
She turned her head to lick the other nipple repeatedly, relishing the taste of it. “You are so delicious,” she said, taking a small bite of his flesh.
This time round, he groaned long and hard, thrusting his lower body into hers.
Chamundeswari’s eyes went wide when she felt something long and hard press against her abdomen. Looking up at him, she asked, “What are you not telling me?”
Gritting his jaw and praying for patience, Vijayendran pushed her gently back into the bed. “Give me a moment,” he said, before untying his veshti and throwing it over the increasing pile of clothing on the floor. He lay down next to her, taking her hand to place it on his tumescent organ.
His wife of a few hours gasped in wonder, her hand running up and down his manhood. The surface was soft, almost velvety in texture but he was iron hard from within. “So! This is how a man is,” she said, moving over to kneel between his legs. “You are so beautiful,” she admired, running both her hands over him before brushing her thumb over the tip.
“Do you plan to kill me, princess?” groaned Vijayendran, his head moving from side to side, his hands fisting over the bedcovers as he tried hard to control his urge to spill his seed instantaneously.
“What?” She moved her fascinated gaze reluctantly to his face. “Does it feel like I am murdering you?” she enquired, her eyebrows pleating in confusion.
“Come here,” he invited, opening his arms to her.
She let go of his penis to fall into his arms. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, kissing him on his cheek.
He gave her a weak smile. “No, love. You did not do anything wrong. It is I. I am desperate for your lovemaking; so much so that I am hurting.”
“Show me how to love you.” The princess reached across to kiss his manly lips, pushing her tongue inside his mouth to run it around the warmth before tangling it with his. She loved the sensation and hoped he was enjoying it too. Letting him go, she lifted her face up to ask eagerly, “Did I get that right?”
“You got it better than right.” He pushed her down on the bed, pulling her arms from around his neck to place them at her sides before kissing his way down her torso even as he dipped his fingers into her vagina, stretching her gently to accommodate him. “This might hurt a little,” he said apologetically.
“Huh? What will hurt?” she asked, opening slumberous eyes to gaze up at him. Her whole body was aflame with desire and she did not want him to stop making love to her.
He leaned down to press his mouth to her vagina in a gentle kiss before saying, “This will; but only the first time when you are with a man.”
“Oh! But why?” It had not hurt, the other evening at the lake when he had pleasured her so thoroughly.
Taking her hand, he placed it over his manhood. “I will use this instead of my fingers,” he explained.
“OH!” Her eyes went wide as she imagined his large penis inside her small vagina. “But your fingers are…” She took both his forefinger and middle finger in her hand, checking their size against his penis before continuing, “…your fingers are way smaller.”
“Exactly!” Sweat beaded on his forehead as Vijayendran drew from the well of patience he had developed over all these years. “That is why it will hurt.”
“For how long?” she asked practically. After all, could it be worse than the time Bhupathi had branded her with the iron rod?
“Just a few moments,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“Go on, then. What are we waiting for?” asked the princess cheekily, giving him a mischievous grin. The next moment, she cursed loudly as red-hot pain shot through the core of her being. “Aditya, you are killing me,” she yelled, lifting her hands to push him away.
Vijayendran waited for her to calm down, for her body to absorb his before giving her a gentle smile. “Are you better?”
The princess glared at him. “I feel like a scapegoat, if you know what I mean.”
“My dear drama queen,” he laughed softly, leaning forward to kiss her forehead even as he gently kneaded her breasts. Kissing her deeply on her lips, he pulled out of her core to push inside her once again. “Does it hurt now?” he asked, pausing in the action while gritting his teeth until his jaw ached with the tension.
An expression of wonder formed on Chamundeswari’s face as she felt him move inside her. It was the most glorious sensation she had ever felt in her life. “Not at all,” she admitted in a whisper. “Actually, it feels beautiful.”
He grunted his agreement before pushing deeply into her until he was completely buried inside her vagina. “Now?”
She locked her legs around his lean waist, lifting her lower body to get as close to him as was possible. “I love it,” she declared, hugging her arms around his torso and caressing his back with her hands.
With a long groan of relief, Vijayendran pulled out of her once again to push inside, setting a rhythm to his movements, before reaching out to take one of her swollen nipples into his mouth and sucking on it, even as his hand caressed the other.
Chamundeswari mewled ecstatically, adoring the various sensations bombarding her slender body. She could not have enough of Adityan’s hands on her body as he caressed her breasts, her waist and her abdomen before finally settling on her buttocks as he pumped into her, again and again. Her heart soared even as she felt the pressure build up in her womb. It was nothing like what had happened to her at the lake, when he had pampered her with his fingers. This was way more, way bigger. With a long groan, she felt herself being lifted on a huge wave before she came crashing all the way to fall down on the ground, her whole body feeling as though it had shattered into smithereens, the pieces floating away in all directions. It was a while before it all came back together to become whole. She opened her eyes to grin at her husband, hugging him close. “I love you.”
“I love you too, my princess!” groaned Vijayendran when he came, as he had never come before, his body growing limp before he fell down on his wife; glad that she would not let him move even when he tried to. He just wanted to remain buried inside her for the rest of his life.
