**Chapter 159: The Endless Dance of Love**
Draupadi was at it again. Despite all the playful warnings from her husbands, she couldn’t help herself. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her once more, and she found herself caught spying on them. She knew they would make her pay for it, but perhaps that was part of the thrill.
The Pandavas surrounded her, their eyes twinkling with both amusement and affection. Draupadi sat in the middle of their shared bed, trying to keep a straight face, but the heat rising in her cheeks betrayed her anticipation.
“Draupadi,” Yudhishthira began, his voice rich with mock reprimand, “how many times have we told you? You shouldn’t spy on your own husbands.”
Bhima, towering over her with a playful grin, leaned closer. “You never seem to learn your lesson, do you?”
Draupadi’s heart raced as the five men closed in around her. She tried to protest, but the words caught in her throat as Arjuna knelt beside her, his lips brushing against her ear.
“We’ve warned you before, haven’t we?” he whispered, his voice low and teasing. Without waiting for an answer, he began sucking on her ear, his tongue flicking lightly against her skin. Draupadi gasped, her hands instinctively reaching out to steady herself.
Nakula and Sahadeva exchanged knowing glances before joining in, each taking a side of her stomach. Their lips pressed against her skin, sucking harder than before, their tongues teasing and tracing heated paths across her body. Draupadi moaned softly, her body reacting instantly to their touch.
Behind her, Bhima’s large hands held her shoulders firmly as he leaned in to kiss the sensitive spot on her neck. His lips were rougher this time, more insistent, and he sucked hard enough to leave marks. His tongue grazed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Draupadi’s soft moans quickly turned into gasps of pleasure.
Yudhishthira, usually so composed, was no less fervent. He kissed the other side of her neck, his lips leaving a trail of heat as he sucked and licked at her skin. The feeling of being surrounded, of having their undivided attention, overwhelmed Draupadi in the most exquisite way.
Time seemed to stretch on as their teasing continued, the minutes blending into hours. They didn’t stop. The intensity of their kisses, the way they sucked on her skin, their tongues tracing every curve and dip—it was all too much, and yet never enough.
Draupadi moaned louder as their lips explored every inch of her, each kiss leaving her more breathless than the last. Her body responded to every touch, every flick of their tongues, every firm press of their lips. The pleasure built and built until it seemed to consume her completely.
Three hours passed, though to Draupadi, it felt both endless and fleeting. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as their playful punishment continued without mercy. They surrounded her, their touches constant, their love overwhelming.
Finally, when they had all had their fill, their kisses slowed, and their teasing touches softened. Draupadi lay breathless, her body tingling from head to toe as she tried to catch her breath. Her husbands, satisfied with their teasing, pulled back and gathered around her, their expressions filled with affection and tenderness.
Yudhishthira smiled down at her, brushing a hand through her hair. “Perhaps now you’ll remember to stay away from our secrets.”
Bhima chuckled, pressing a final kiss to her temple. “But then again, we wouldn’t mind if you didn’t. This is always fun.”
Arjuna, Nakula, and Sahadeva grinned, their love for her evident in their eyes. Draupadi, still breathless and flushed, could only smile in response.
As they settled beside her, surrounding her with their warmth and love, Draupadi knew that no matter how many times they teased her, no matter how many times they caught her, their bond would only grow stronger.
