Kama: Liberation(Vol-II)

Chapter 7. The Initiation

Cannibalism is a deed of the gods.

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The war had left an indelible mark on Revat's sagging skies. Often it darkened, being smoky and spotted in few areas. Although this conclusion seemed hopeless, the people of Revat were hopeful.

Afraid of inviting the wrath of their new Lord Aishan, they didn't dare slip out of their houses. Instead, they opened their windows to witness Rajan Rudra the Great. Yes, that was what they coined him. The Great. The One and Only.

Tents were folded and tensions dissolved. Raya was there to look after Radha, along with a selected werewolves. Aryamna governed over the route to be followed. Dilrobar sat quietly in her palanquin, staying away from Rudra as much as possible. Indumala came once to meet her, but she requested solitude for the sake of a peaceful journey. The bodyguard understood the matter. She had just ended her quarrel with Rudra last night through a little romantic moment, a time where she got bold.

Indumala was seriously surprised by her actions. Romance wasn't something she thought she was good in. And yet, she remembered how hot he was to touch the previous night, his raspy breaths and racing heartbreak, his hands attempting to slid in.

It made her think if he would have gone further had she given a hint, or would he ask to wait?

Perhaps, she wouldn't lie, she was afraid of it. She so desired to be kissed and held in sturdy arms, being swung around in the air delicately and to dance. She loved how he caressed her, uttering sweet nothings in her reddened ears. But, her ripe womanhood was still shrouded in pains of a distant past. Although not slashed by the sword of a beast, the pink flesh was shamed much. Petra died a ruined heroine. Somehow, always, Indumala had been wary of love-making. It was a different thing to dream of it and to really face the passion. Such pleasure seemed more painful than the mind could discern.

Not that she doubted Rudra– he had been gentle with her at all times. But her heart wasn't ready. The thought of a wedding night made her stomach twist. A hand sliding down to her plump back, another on her ample bosom, a pair of lips biting her neck. She imagined it, heaved a sigh.

She wasn't ready.

Rudra was talking with the soldiers and giving them instructions. As usual, they were to go on the same horse. He didn't even ask her if she wanted to go alone but decided it for himself. Indumala had thought of keeping some distance, lest he lost control. He was a werewolf now.

"Am I being judgemental or are my fears valid?" Her thoughts were interrupted when Rudra waved at her and beckoned her to come. They were to leave.

He was all sunshine and smiles. Not a speck of lust. Not a tarnish of wrath. He was contented.

Maybe I am overthinking. Indumala mounted the horse. Just as he was going to climb the majestic ride, a trumpet was blown. Everyone turned their heads to see a small retinue approaching. They carried no flag of Revat but the soldiers were definitely those of the kingdom. There were females too in the group, flanking a palanquin which carried their mistress. Rudra hurried to meet them. Out from the palanquin came Danube, the widowed queen of Hamal the Second.

"Greetings to Rajan Rudra of Aryavarta." Staring at his feet, she joined her hands in a namaskara. "I am Danube, the widow of the late Rajan of Yavana."