The Unventured Passions

Haunting Histories

"Dear Diary,

Tonight my Princess is to be married, to someone else..."

Princess Satyavati had slammed the dairy, her hand struggling to move up to keep it overhead.

"Seriously? This is your last entry?"
She groaned, feeling her husband's face nuzzling on her neck, his lips planting wet kisses on the glowing red love bites from the previous night.

"There is so much more than writing diaries", he had whispered, his eyes closed and his tongue savouring the sweet taste of his wife's body.

"Like?" She had almost moaned out the question, as a sharp graze of his teeth made her sore skin sting in a sensuous affliction.

"Like loving you... Like this."

Trilochan's lips had moved down his wife's body, ministering his tongue on her erogenous spots, trailing sloppy kisses on her love-flushed skin. It had taken him a couple of days to know her pleasure points, and once he had acquired that little knowledge, he ensured that his wife stay aroused at all times.

"Stopp..."
Satyavati had moaned out loud, and Trilochan lifted his head at once, his eyes tired, but his muscles stiffened in a sensual arousal.

"Sure?" He asked, and she lifted her hands over her head, clutching on the wooden bedpost, as she bit her lower lip in a seductive invitation.
"Noo..." She moaned.

Trilochan needed no more invitation, his face had found refuge on her soft bosoms, and his body had once again aligned on top of her, his handsome structure hovering over her lean pretty frame, as their bodies became one, yet again, both writhing in exhaustion and ecstasy at the same time.

"This was last..." Satyavati was panting, her toes were still curled as she experience the after shock of the inexplicable jolts of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Sure?" Trilochan had smirked, his sleepless eyes intensifying on her green orbs, making her gulp in a sensuous tension.
"No..." She gasped again.

The blazing rays of the midday sun was trying desparately to flood the insides of the sprawling stony bedroom where the new-weds had laid, it's futile attempts sheathed by the long maroon blind curtains drawn up close. The room was large, ancient, devoid of furniture, and the black stone blocks on the wall reeked of histories and tales. There was just the bed, the large king sized one, placed in the centre, and there was a water vase, with rose petals and candles floating inside it's brass body was ornamented with intricate floral designs. There were brawny pillars as well, supporting the stone frame of the room, and the beautiful gargoyle curving on the pillars smiled away in shame, along with the faintly burning candles floating on the enormous round water vase, looking away bashfully, as the two souls lying on the bed continued their wild ministrations on each other, their naked bodies intertwined, and the half dangling maroon sheet snaking around their body in a tangled mess, tying them together, closer, in a sensuous binding.

"Do you realise we haven't gone out of this room since a week?"
Satyavati was now half seated, as her husband lay with his head on her thighs, the only barrier between them was the messy maroon bedsheet.

"That's not right." Trilochan groaned.
"I did go out, yesterday...met those villagers." His hands were playing with Satyavati's long slender fingers.

"That's for fifteen minutes, Raja Saheb... And that too because they had come to meet their new king." Satyavati patted his head lovingly.

Trilochan groaned, and rubbed his face on her belly.
"I'm no king... I don't want to be as well."