In the days after her crowning, Rani Roopmati worked hard to handle all the kingdom’s affairs. She spent long hours learning about trade, diplomacy, taxes, and how to run the kingdom from the different ministers. She sat close to them in the royal meeting rooms, her body always on display.
Her deep crimson choli stayed tight over her massive, heavy breasts. Every time she leaned forward to read papers, her deep cleavage spilled out, the soft inner curves of her big tits almost popping free. Her pink nipples often poked hard against the thin fabric, clearly visible. The ministers found it almost impossible to focus. Their cocks grew stiff in their clothes as they stared at her.
Several ministers “accidentally” touched her smooth bare shoulders while pointing at maps. Others let their hands brush or grab her narrow waist when she stood up. One older minister even let his fingers slide down and squeeze the side of her wide, fertile hips. Roopmati felt their hungry touches but said nothing. She knew they wanted to rip off her clothes, suck on her hard nipples, and fuck her right there on the table. But they held back because she was the Queen of Indrapura, not some ordinary sexy woman they could bend over and pound.
One hot afternoon, while Roopmati was discussing how to make the dry fields green again, a young soldier burst into the court, breathing hard. “We have been attacked!” he shouted. “We have been attacked!”
Everyone jumped up and ran toward the high border walls. Roopmati moved with them, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly inside her choli, her round ass swaying under the thin skirt. When they reached the walls, they saw it — the flag of green serpents waving in the distance. A huge army camp sat just a few miles away. Hearts started pounding in every chest.
The green serpent flag meant only one thing: war with Sultan Amir Shaik. He was a cruel and heartless sultan who attacked weaker kingdoms after their kings died. He killed rulers and took everything. He was also a big womanizer who used the beautiful women of conquered lands for his dirty pleasure — fucking them night after night, making them his personal slaves.
Roopmati’s body tensed. Her full tits rose and fell fast, nipples stiff with tension. She quickly ordered everyone to gather in the big meeting room.
Soon the room was full of ministers, generals, and advisors. An uneasy silence hung in the air. Roopmati stood at the head of the table, her emerald navel ring shining on her bare belly, her deep cleavage drawing all eyes. Finally she broke the silence. “I know we are in a dangerous situation we cannot fully control right now, but we must stay strong and fight with everything we have.”
The men were not fully listening to her words. They were lost in her body and sweet womanly smell. Her scent filled the room, making their cocks throb.
Whispers started. One minister spoke hesitantly, eyes fixed on her jiggling breasts. “Rani, you are very brave and ready to fight the green serpents head on, but look at our money situation. We don’t have enough supplies or gold for a long war.”
Roopmati’s eyes flashed with anger. Her heavy tits heaved. “So what should we do? Sit quietly and let him take our entire kingdom, our homes, and our people?”
Another voice came from the side. It was Suryabhan, still angry from being passed over for the throne. “Negotiation,” he said. “I think we should invite the Sultan for peace talks.”
Roopmati felt hesitant at first. She looked at the senior ministers. They nodded in agreement. After long, heated discussion, she finally gave the order. “Send an invitation to Sultan Amir Shaik. We will meet tomorrow.”
On the other side, in the enemy camp, Sultan Amir Shaik sat inside his grand tent. He was tall, muscular, and rough-looking, with a dark beard and hungry eyes. He was thinking about how to attack Indrapura and crush them quickly. Suddenly, one of his guards announced a soldier from Indrapura had arrived with a message.
The Sultan allowed him in. The soldier handed over the scroll. Amir Shaik read it and let out a loud, dirty laugh. “So the new queen wants to talk peace?” he thought. “Let me go and see what this Indrapura has to offer… especially their sexy young queen.” He agreed to the meeting the next day and sent the soldier back with his reply.
The next morning would change everything. The Sultan was coming.
To be continued……..
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