Parvati expanded her territory by seeking out the larger kingdoms around her. She annexed Gwalior, then later Ajmer. She had perfected the technique of firmly squeezing kingdoms into submission. It was much cleaner than a full scale bloody assault and allowed easier assimilation of the conquered people. It involved 'retiring' the king of Gwalior; but sadly the king of Ajmer had to be beheaded. However, it proved to be a popular move because he had been a tyrant.
Parvati stayed away from the Punjab. She was not yet ready for Mahmud of Ghazni.
To the south lay a few kingdoms that stretched to the Vindhya Mountains. And beyond the mountains, rumors of great kingdoms. Of immediate interest to her were the kingdoms that lay to the east; in the lush plains fed by the great rivers -- Ganga and Jamuna. She set about annexing them, one by one.
It was during this period of expansion that a wandering Brahmin demanded an audience with her. It was not at all unusual for ordinary citizens to meet the queen and air their grievances. In fact she welcomed it and set aside certain days entirely for this.
But they had to state the purpose of their visit so that officials could gather relevant information beforehand to help the queen prepare for the appointment. She paid attention to detail and really took these meetings seriously. This fellow however refused; except to state that he was here to help the queen and would speak to her alone and not to underlings. And so, of course, the officials denied him access to the queen.
Apart from his arrogance it did not seem he had much else to offer. He was dressed in a spotless white dhoti, his bare torso adorned by a slender loop of white cotton thread that hung from his left shoulder. All his worldly possessions were gathered in a small bundle of cloth that hung from his other shoulder.
He left in a huff and settled down in front of the palace gates and waited. An ascetic could wait for ever because his wants are few. In the case of this Brahmin those wants were met by ordinary folk passing by who revered the advice and blessings of an ascetic Brahmin. They left behind food and other items essential for daily living.
Days went by before the queen became aware of his existence. Then, curiosity drove her into granting him an audience. He stood before her with an expressionless face and waited. No obeisance, no greeting, just a silent gaze.
Finally the queen said, "What did you want to see me about?"
"To see if you are ready to become a Maharani or remain a mere Rani."
There was a rumble among the courtiers at the sheer arrogance of the man and one even rose to strike him only to be stopped by a gesture from the queen. Her interest was piqued. Maybe he had something to back up his ludicrous claim or maybe he was just a conceited fool. Let's find out, she thought.
"Well," said the queen, "we now know why you are here; let's start with who you are?"
"My name is Chanakya and I am a Brahmin from Kashmir."
"Chanakya? Wasn't that the name of Chandragupta Maurya's prime minister?"
"Yes I adopted his name after it became clear to me that his mission in life was the same as mine."
"And what is this mission?" asked the queen.
"To prevent foreigners from invading Hindustan. The original Chanakya wanted to stop the Greeks from ever coming back and I want to thwart Mahmud of Ghazni. I was a student at the University of Takshashila when Mahmud last visited Hindustan. My studies were rudely interrupted and I swore then that I would find a way to end future invasions."
"And have you found a way?" asked Parvati.
"Yes I have," and he paused for effect, "The way is to establish a strong empire, then a dynasty that stretches for hundreds of years. I know it will not last forever but that is not my purpose. My purpose, first and foremost, is to stop Mahmud. Like the original Chanakya made Chandragupta a Maharaja and established the Mauryan Empire, I will make you into a Maharani and you can establish your own empire. That is if I find you worthy."
At this the court exploded and the queen had everyone removed, except the haughty Brahmin.
"Tell me," said the queen, when they were alone, "Why should I take you seriously? What do you possess, apart from rudeness and conceit, which will convince me that you can achieve your goal?"
"I possess knowledge, and the intelligence to put that knowledge to practical use," said he loftily, "I have read and re-read the Arthashashtra, or 'the science of material gain' written by the original Chanakya, many times; I now know it word for word. I have diligently sought teachers who not only taught me the ancient texts or shastras but explained the truth behind them. I have learnt that it is not by acts of supernatural beings that great things are achieved, but by the assiduous application of the ideas that one believes come from those supernatural beings and are contained in these so called holy texts or 'shastras'."
"And what you perceive as arrogance," continued Chanakya, "is absolute belief in me, in my knowledge and in my intelligence to interpret and implement my knowledge. I am absolutely sure of my mission and absolutely sure that I can accomplish it if I meet the right person."
"And how do I convince you that I am the right person?" asked the queen with a twinkle in her eye because she was beginning to like this fellow.
"By answering a few questions," said Chanakya.
"Go on," said the queen and waited. She dramatically placed a hand under her chin and feigned an expectant look on her face. She was ready to mentally joust with this vain Brahmin.
"What is the difference between telling the truth and lying?"
"None," she said promptly, "it is the end that defines the means."
Not so original. She had got that from the teachings of Lord Krishna in the Gita.
"What is the meaning of power?"
"It is one of the means by which you achieve your goals. In order to wield it effectively one must be able to depersonalize it. Power is visible when used. Mainly it is the threat of its use that makes it a useful tool. And I emphasize tool, because that is all it is - a tool to express yourself and impose your will. We all have cruelty within us, and what separates us, is the amount inherent within us and the degree to which we let it express itself. As a ruler it can make me a tyrant if I use it overwhelmingly. But make no mistake, I will have to use it and it will make me a tyrant to some."
Whew! That was a long winded answer, she thought. Where had all that come from?
"What is the difference between good and evil?"
"None," again promptly, for she had thought about this herself and worked out an answer some time ago, "It is a matter of interpretation. Killing one person can be evil and killing a thousand can be good. It depends on your personal point of view, and the belief of people at large at a particular time and the so called laws that people invent invoking divine beings."
"Do you believe in God?"
"Yes."
"So if priests told you not to do something because God did not want you to, what would you do?"
"It is their interpretation of God's will and if my interpretation is different I will do as I please."
"What about the wrath of God that the priests say would surely follow if you do not do as they say?"
"I did not immolate myself on my husband's pyre. That I was told was evil and God would punish me. I am still here, aren't I; and flourishing."
He stood with his arms crossed across his chest and nodded, "You are intelligent and capable of independent thinking. You are educated and able to look at issues dispassionately. I feel, instinctively, that you have compassion. You have the attributes that a great ruler should have."
"All this," exclaimed the queen theatrically, "because I answered a few lousy questions?!"
There appeared the hint of a smile on his stern face.
Then he bowed his head and brought his hands together in salutation, "Please allow me to be your tutor so that I can achieve my goal and bring meaning to my life."
This sudden switch from conceit to humility took her by surprise. Now what is he up to? She thought. But his eyes were transparent with honesty.
"All right," she said, "let's see what you can do. But for now you support yourself and live outside the palace."
The next day there was a great hullabaloo that disturbed the queen's morning yoga work out. It seemed Chanakya had decided it was time to tutor the queen and had attempted to walk past the guards into the palace. On being physically restrained he had started cursing the guards in ancient Sanskrit. This scared the daylights out of the guards because the curse of a Brahmin and that too an ascetic was surely going to lead to terrible things and they went scurrying for their captain. The on call captain that day was none other than Goray Lal himself. He of course could not give a toss for the caste system and curses of Brahmins ascetic or hedonistic.
He simply picked up the cursing Chanakya and held him up at arm's length and quietly told him to stop cursing. This so scared the daylights out of Chanakya that he began screaming as loud as he could in terror.
The queen was vexed and brought an end to this nonsense by ordering Goray Lal to unhand the screaming Chanakya. She then called her Palace guard together and told them to recognize Chanakya and allow him ingress at all times.
And so it was that in the months that followed, Chanakya became a fixture at the queen's side. He was always on hand to guide and advise her, to help pass laws, and in private one on one sessions to tutor her in the art of governing. To have access to the queen at all times he was allowed into the palace itself and given private chambers.
One day, one of these tutoring sessions was free ranging but centered on taxation.
This session was fractious because Chanakya was irritated as the queen did not appear to be getting what he was teaching her.
Matters came to head when she asked, "How can I provide good government without raising taxes?"
This got him ranting, "Are you not listening to what I am saying? Do you want to be a major ruler and the founder of a dynasty or just another small potentate? Tell me, do you want to learn? If not, say so and stop wasting my time."
"Oof," she said in frustration, "you have no control over your temper. For an otherwise brilliant person you have the emotional stability of a two year old."
Completely ignoring her jibe, he said edgily, "I am waiting for your answer."
Exasperated, but wanting to hear him out she said, "Yes, yes, I am listening, tell me."
Having vented his anger he carried on in a more conciliatory tone, "The answer is in local government. You let the people decide what they want at a small local level. Let local officials be selected by the people; let those selected be answerable to the people of that locality. You stay out of it. You appoint overseers for a large region. Be careful who you appoint and make sure they stay out of local politics. As your kingdom grows, this will become more crucial."
"Never let these overseers get too powerful. And always remember to keep the smallest unit of your government at a local level where people can feel that they are empowered to control their own destiny. Keep the bulk of your taxes local and make sure people see the money being spent locally."
He concluded, reflectively, "There are lots of ways to raise your revenue to provide good government. Taxation is just one."
"Now enough of that, my queen," he said abruptly, bottom shuffling to where she sat on soft cushions, "Time for some pleasure."
In a flash, he lifted her half sari and petticoat out of the way, parted her thighs and buried his face in her crotch.
She was completely taken aback by this sudden assault. Nothing in their relationship so far had been even remotely sexual.
Before she could move away, or even protest, his tongue was busy on her labial folds and the sensation was mind blowing. His lingual ministrations were just perfect. Each slurp had the right amount of pressure to excite the labial nerve endings relentlessly and the timing was just right. Each excursion would stop just as she felt the stimulation reaching a climax and the next would start just as the memory of the last was fading. It got to her. It awakened her lust that was always simmering under her queenly façade. She just lay back and forgot about who was doing this to her and decided to enjoy the sensation and work out the complexities later.
He moved to her clitoris, teasing it out of its hood. Then he parted her thighs and smoothly entered her vagina with his tongue, slowly working it further and further in.
She noticed that there was a rhythm to his tongue fucking which reminded her of the ebb and flow of a musical raga. Completely different from Goray Lal's all out assault - this was cultured and done so expertly that she was already feeling the start of an orgasm.
Precisely at that moment, he moved his face away and looking directly into her eyes, said, "Completely different from Goray Lal, eh?"
This was so shocking and unexpected that she gasped and looked at him in alarm, flapping her parted thighs in an effort to get away, "What, what?"
"Relax, my queen," he said, soothingly, "your secret is safe with me," as he held her firmly by the knees, preventing her from jerking away.
"You were very good; very careful. I came to know of it only because I made it my business to know everything about you. And then I discovered it purely by chance. There was no pattern to your meetings with him, no public display of affection; if anything you seem to be very strict and businesslike with him. I applaud you on your discretion."
She looked at him, mouth open, still in shock. Then she gathered herself, "Alright, so you know. What are you going to do with that knowledge?" Already in her mind she was running through various scenarios to stop this guy blackmailing her.
He held one of her feet gently in both his hands and began kissing her toes! He looked up at her, "My queen, I am your servant, your slave. You give my life meaning. I cannot ever do you any harm."
She was aghast. What had happened to this fellow? Complete turnaround from his usual haughty self. She looked at him to get a clue.
She could have sworn the expression on his face was the spitting image of that on Goray Lal's face in his goddess worshipping mode! Alright; this she understood. Men for some reason were prone to going ga ga over her. It did not diminish them in her eyes or give her a power high. It just made her feel secure. It assured her that they would sacrifice themselves for her rather than hurt or harm her in any way. After all, security or rather the search for it was the driving force that propelled her. It was at the core of her empire building ambition.
But who would have thought that this self assured Brahmin's core was mushier than overcooked rice! For all his haughtiness, his rudeness, his egoistical ranting, he was but a love sick boy! Or was he? Oh well, she thought, let's see where this leads, feeling more relaxed than she had ever felt in Chanakya's company.
He had resumed his licking of her genitals. Using only his tongue, gently and rhythmically, he was gradually bringing her to a boiling point. His left hand found her left breast. She removed her blouse to give him better access and began squeezing her right breast with both her hands even as he alternated between pinching her left nipple and pressing her other breast. She moaned loudly and grasping his head with both her hands, began humping her hips at his face.
Every now and then he would move off to survey in wonderment what lay revealed in front of him. Perfectly toned thighs led to a hairy bush that barely concealed soft, pink lips now glistening with the fluids of her arousal. A firm belly and curvy waist led to divine breasts with pink nipples erect with excitement, and then that face that made strong men weak in the knees and weak men drool. Her mouth was open, her breathing deep and even, and her eyes closed as her brain savored the incredible sensations. The lack of stimulation made her open her eyes in inquiry and annoyance to find Chanakya looking at her in wonder. He promptly resumed the oral onslaught on her labia, vagina and clitoris and manual assault on her breasts till she gave in once again to the wonderful sensation and closed her eyes to savor it fully.
He worked his magic and this time he did not stop till she hit the take off point and tumbled into a full fledged orgasm. With a gasp she came. A staccato burst of low moans heralded her orgasm and she flooded his chin with her come. For what seemed an eternity she rode the rainbow and then gradually descended to ground zero.
It was one of the deepest and most satisfying climaxes of her sexual life. It took a while for her to get her breath and her senses under control. She was still weak in the knees, so she remained supine.
When she opened her eyes, he was still in the same position, between her legs, gazing at her with what she could have sworn was puppy like devotion.
"Did you enjoy it, my queen?" Why do they always ask this stupid question? But her vexation was quickly replaced by the joyful memory of her orgasm and she smiled dreamily.
"How did you do it? That was mind blowing." It was not as if she was sex starved and so ready to be triggered into a glorious orgasm. Just a couple of nights before, Goray Lal had expended himself in her many a time. In her mouth, cunt and at least twice in her ass. He just loved her ass!
"Tantra," he said, and was at once back to his lofty lecturing manner, "I have read all that has ever been written about it. In my travels I have met with people who actively practice it. The sexual aspects of Tantra were taught to me by a Devdasi considered to be the foremost exponent of Tantric sex. You can be taught quite easily. With your knowledge and practice of Yoga you are halfway there already."
And then he lost his patronizing tone and stood before her in awkward silence. Her blinding naked beauty was too much even for this worldly wise tantric Brahmin. He reverted to a pre pubescent lusty boy. He took off his dhoti and stood with hands behind his back and a very erect penis sticking out in front, expecting he knew not what.
She looked at him and smiled inwardly. The sight of an erect cock always got her going. She shuffled over and engulfed the tip of his rod with wet lips and began running her tongue along the underside of his penis.
It was his turn to gasp. He looked down and saw this vision from heaven sucking on his cock and almost passed out. For all his self assuredness he had never really thought he could have got to this point. True, he had been attracted to this kingdom because he thought he could use it to stop Mahmud. But a secondary hidden agenda had been the rumors of the beauty of its queen. Yes, this Brahmin was a lusty fellow. He had fucked his way around Hindustan, impregnating supposedly barren women who spent the night praying in a temple for a child and were then just as happy when a Brahmin assured them that God had heard their supplication and sent him to give them a child. These women could be very demonstrative of their gratefulness!
Being an ascetic had its advantages. In many a temple when he assumed the Shiva position to meditate, it attracted women like flies to a sweet shop. Not all women, just the right ones -- the lusty. They would wash his cock and balls reverently as if it was Shiva's Linga and then collect the soiled water and drink it! Some would sit by his side for hours and meditate with him. These he would take to a secluded part of the temple and fuck the life out of. He had even fucked three together at one time! And they would return home and be looked upon as true Shiva devotees for had they not spent hours in the temple?!
But even a sexually accomplished ascetic has his weaknesses.
And for Chanakya it was this ethereal beauty sucking on his cock. He had desperately wanted to fuck her. He just did not know how to approach her. He knew he could not charm her. He did not have the physical attributes to do so and his honey tongue which had talked its way into many a cunt had felt as heavy as lead and stuck to the roof of his mouth when he tried to lead their ongoing conversation down seduction lane. Yes, this proud Brahmin, so proud of his intellect was hopelessly in love and completely beaten.
In his desperation he had attacked her and gambled that his tongue which had let him down would some how redeem itself and win her over. It had worked! He was still stunned by the fact that it had but there was no denying it. It had worked!
And now his moment had arrived. Gently, he moved her head off his cock and laid her on her back. He moved between her legs and taking his cock in his hand fed it to her cunt. Softly it parted the honey lips and was smoothly engulfed by her wet and clutching channel. He held himself on his hands as he thrust in and out of heaven not daring to rest his body on hers.
Certainly not as big as the only other cock that had she had experienced for quite some time now, nevertheless each movement in and out of Chanakya's penis had her very aroused. She reached up and brought him down on her. Her lips found his and her tongue entwined with his. That was it for this ascetic tantric Brahmin. He erupted in her cunt like a volcano and filled her with tons of pent up come.
And that was the start of glorious days of fucking for the queen. Goray Lal came to know of Chanakya fucking her (because she told him) but it bothered him not a bit. All he wanted was to fuck his queen. And that he did! To have her on her haunches, defenseless, in front of him as he assaulted her anus was heaven for him. And that he got. So, he was happy. Chanakya cared not a toss as long as he could fuck this Apsara now and then. He was in awe and madly in love with her and felt really grateful whenever she indicated that she was ready to be mounted by him. She loved his oral skills and he obliged her to the full!
But whenever they were not fucking, their relationship reverted back to the old mode of teacher and taught.
And one day there they were in the midst of a high minded discussion or rather teaching session with Chanakya holding forth.
"It is not good versus evil." He said, "It is never good versus evil in an absolute sense because who knows what is absolute good and what is absolute evil. Good and evil are relative and open to interpretation. That is the message of the Hindu holy books or Shastras. This is why in them you find gods behaving badly and the so called evil people or rakhshasas behaving with dignity. You make the interpretation and if you can convince enough people then your interpretation is the truth."
She grew weary of all this teaching; she had worked out all this good versus evil thing a long time ago, but there was no stopping Chanakya once he got going. She reached down and drew her dress up. In a jiffy she had removed her underclothes and begun lazily playing with her cunt. He was walking up and down with his head down, lost in his lecture. Then something made him stop and look up at her. Her wanton frolicking held him speechless.
She completely removed all her clothes and reclined naked on the divan. She parted her thighs and shuffled to the edge of the divan and thrust her cunt at him inviting him to pleasure her.
He quickly moved to oblige. He knelt before her hairy cunt and parted her thighs even further as his tongue lovingly lapped at her bush and labia. Gradually he worked his tongue into her vagina. Once again she gave in to the incredible sensation and closing her eyes was transported to another world. There it was again. His tongue produced that perfect balance between anticipation and fulfillment. Tickling her clitoris, teasing her labial folds and boldly thrusting into her vagina it was the ultimate fucking machine! But there was something a little different today. She could sense something else going on, in addition to his tongue moving, he was moving other body parts.
She opened her eyes and saw that Chanakya had removed all his clothes (mainly his dhoti) and was masturbating in time with his tongue movements. It was amusing because he looked like a boy who had just learned of the pleasure of stroking his genitals. But then she gave in to his tongue again and closed her eyes and just waited for the climax. And it came in waves of crashing color. Once again magnificent and mind blowing.
She opened her eyes and found him still busy stroking his cock. He was still slurping away but now he stopped and stood up. He kept her legs parted as his hand speed increased. And then with a rush he came. Over her breasts and abdomen and then just as it looked like the spurting was finishing he sheathed his cock in her cunt and expended the last few spurts in her wet vagina.
In her cunt his cock remained hard. Sliding back and forth wantonly in the sliminess of their combined come, it held her attention. He looked at her supine form and pure lust took over. He just wanted to ram her. Gone was all that knowledge of Tantra, gone were the sophisticated gyrations of his cock that were guaranteed to drive women crazy. He was just another guy crudely fucking to a mind blowing orgasm. He was sheathed in the cunt of his dreams and that realization was driving his penis in and out with only one thought in his mind -- unleash his seed in her. It was primitive in that impregnation was the ultimate though unconscious goal. Of course the queen was not going to get pregnant. Yoga and herbs, both oral and vaginal, kept her uterus barren.
He forced her legs further apart in an effort to ram her more fully. His pubic hair met hers with the violence of each thrust. His lusty thrusts triggered an orgasm in her just as he was cresting the wave. They both came at the same time. She with delicate groans and he with a loud and prolonged cry - one of, if not the best orgasm of his fucking career.
And their discourse kept going. Each of them could switch from one mode to other with ease. That is from a lofty discussion mode to an earthy fucking mode.
One day the dialogue began with Chanakya, as usual, asking a question, "To the south there are the Vindhya Mountains and the Mahakoshal and Chattisgarh regions where dwell ancient tribal people called the Gonds. They wish to be left alone. What will you do with them?"
"I will leave them alone," said Parvati promptly, "I will conquer the region around them and leave them in peace."
"Wrong answer," said Chanakya.
She looked perplexed and so he clarified, "You must annex their land. It is rich and the Gonds are hard working people. They can be organized into farming and cattle raising communities. Also they are fierce fighters who do not rely on modern weapons but rather on breaking the spirit of their enemy by their sheer ferocity. Unleash them on an unsuspecting enemy at the right time and your enemy will be routed. The element of surprise!"
"So how do I conquer such fierce fighters?"
"By befriending them."
"You are confusing me. How do I befriend them?"
"You hire mercenaries to harass them, and then you march in with your army and crush those mercenaries. The mercenaries will be hired with your money by a third party without the remotest connection with you. I will arrange it. Greed is a good thing and is easy to exploit."
Almost as an afterthought he added, "Their women are great fucks. Tall, long legged and darker than a moonless night, they have an incredible appetite for sex. It is not uncommon for one woman to have four or five so called husbands. For centuries they have been kidnapped by slavers and make the best Devdasis."
"And now for my element of surprise."
With a flourish he opened the door and lead in a man and woman. The man was carrying a pair of tablas and the woman a Veena.
It was the woman that caught Parvati's attention first. Rather it was her sinuous movements that attracted her. Tall and long legged she walked with the rhythmic grace of a classical dancer heightened by jingling bells on her feet. She was fair and her black eyes were slanted signifying that she was from the foothills of the great Himalayas. But instead of the flat noses that characterize the people indigenous to that area hers was upturned, almost saucy in its impression.
He on the other hand was stocky and his features were more traditional of the hill people.
The man and woman bowed their heads and folded their hands in obeisance to her before sitting down. He gathered the tablas around his legs and began tuning their reverberations. She sat with folded legs beneath the stem of the veena and started strumming on its taut wires.
Chanakya sauntered over to where the queen was reclining on a divan and sat next to her. Said the queen, "Who are these people and what is your element of surprise?"
He whispered in her ear above the din of the musical instruments, "They are experts in Tantra. Especially tantric sex," looking at her meaningfully.
Well, thought the queen I guess I am supposed to be impressed. She looked at the pair. They were busy tuning their instruments. Not a hint of anything remotely to do with sex there.
She asked mainly to make conversation, "Husband and wife?"
"I do not know," said Chanakya, "Could be brother and sister. No one knows. They are very discreet and very expensive. You have to know the right people to even know of their existence. But I am told they are worth every paisa."
Her paisas of course! She turned her attention back to the couple. The tuning was over.
The strings of the veena were now being rhythmically stirred by the woman. The man sat quietly looking at her. Gradually the sonorous notes of the veena conjugated into what she recognized as the start of a thumri which she knew was the introduction to a raga. Well versed though she was in classical music she was not able to place the raga.
As if on cue, Chanakya whispered, "It is music that you have never heard before. Let it overwhelm your senses while you focus your consciousness on whatever is important to you right now. You will find your mind moving to a higher appreciation of that subject. Focus on sex and you will get so aroused that if you do have sex you will feel every little sensation heightened, every little emotion so strong that when you reach fulfillment and climax it will be an out of body experience!"
Somehow sex was not foremost in her mind at the moment. There was something lacking here. Maybe if Goray Lal suddenly appeared and began massaging his naked cock... but no such luck, the atmosphere was sterile in the room right now, despite Chanakya's excitement. And he was not flaunting his naked cock and flailing it about but rather sitting with closed eyes beside her and obviously concentrating on something.
She decided to follow Chanakya's lead and closed her eyes and let the sound of the veena flood her senses.
Just for the fun of it she decided to focus on a Peepul tree. Not just any Peepul tree but the one she had seen in Amarkantak, the place where the holy river Narmada originated. She had used this imagery as a part of her Yogic mind exercises at times.
Imperceptibly she found her mind homing in on the tree. The tree took on a character of its own. Its leaves shivered in the wind and told a story of birth, death and regeneration. She could see the life giving sap rising up the mighty stem of the tree; she became the exploring sprouting end of a root tasting the bounty of the earth and sipping on tiny pools of water. She felt the pain as a leaf broke off and fell from its parent. She felt jubilant and fulfilled; uplifted and sublime; almost as if she knew the meaning of life and the reason for her existence.
And then her concentration broke. The music had stopped. She opened her eyes and found Chanakya looking at her with a smile on his face, "Powerful music, it leads and you follow. Frees and opens your mind."
"Open yourself to experience all that your physical being is capable of experiencing. Some ascetics do it through pain. They stick themselves with knives and needles or lie on a bed of nails. The principle is to experience pain, physical pain to such a degree that it opens up a window in your mind to a higher existence. Quite simply, a physical truth if torqued beyond a certain level takes on an out of this world or celestial dimension."
"Personally, I feel the same can be achieved through music as you have just experienced. Or sex."
"Titillation when pushed to a certain limit can produce the same results as pain or music or any other tool. And that is the true meaning of the Kama Sutra. The book is not just a manual of how to fuck but how to elevate you to a higher consciousness through sex."
"I have no interest in lifting you to a higher existence," he continued, "but rather in helping you use your mind to truly enjoy something that I know you love -- sex."
The man began tapping on the tablas -- a cascading cadence of tapping on the lighter taller tabla; each rhythmic passage punctuated by a thump or two on the deeper rounder and bigger one.
The woman stood up and arranged her sari around her. For the first time Parvati really looked at her. After the first cursory inspection she had not really looked at her. Now the woman some how commanded her attention.
Her sari was bright blue with a gold trim and made of soft clingy silk. It was artfully draped around each leg to allow uninhibited movement. Her black eyes were attractively highlighted in the tradition of classical dancers. Her long black hair was braided with ropes of tiny chameli buds and hung down her back to her buttocks.
She began moving in time with the tabla - just small movements at first, demonstrating individual excursions of the neck, hands and torso. Parvati noted her curvy waist was emphasized by a high blouse and low slung sari. And this waist moved independently focusing interest on an undulating navel.
Gradually the tempo built up. Effortlessly, the dancer moved through complicated graceful maneuvers drawing in her audience into the inner meaning of the dance she was performing. So skillful was this exposition that Parvati found herself not just enjoying the physical dimensions of the dance but found her mind building a story around it of jealousy, love, energy, ugliness, beauty and lust.
Lust? She suddenly became conscious of the fact that the woman was naked. Her only covering were the chameli buds that covered her hair. When did she get rid of her clothes? Magic or outrageous dexterity?
And her dance had taken on a definite sexual tone. The movements were languid yet in time with the tabla; they were fuller in limb movement and the expressions on her face had changed from the ordinary idiom of classical dance to expressing pure lust.
A set of movements comprised of her legs and arms moving wantonly mimicking getting fucked in various positions emphasized by the jiggling of her pert and attractive breasts, ending with her striking a pose where her hands were poised around her pubes as if inviting the queen in to her hairy cunt. There was no doubt about it -- this woman was seducing Parvati. And the wonder was that Parvati was turned on by this. She had never fancied a woman in her life. A stiff prick made her lusty and a male penetrating her made her come. But here she was with that familiar wetness in her cunt! In response to a naked woman dancing!
Then the dancer moved away and went back to an ordinary orthodox classical routine in time with the taal on the tabla. This went on long enough for the queen to once again be drawn into drama of the dance to the point where the fact that the gyrating figure was nude became irrelevant.
Abruptly the taal on the tabla changed. To a faster, more complicated rhythm. The dancer responded with quicker more intricate movements which intruded into the queen's consciousness because they once again took on an overtly sexual tone directed at her. The dancer was now perspiring freely from the exertion and the sheen from the sweat on her face and limbs only heightened her sensuality.
She squatted down in front of Parvati whilst still tapping in time with her jingling feet, her thighs held so wide apart that the lips of her cunt stuck out of her hairy bush. Every part of her body was moving -- her head, eyes, boobs, waist, hands and of course legs, separately but yet together. The net effect was that of a woman thrusting herself forward impaling herself on a cock. Yet it was far from vulgar -- it was almost spiritual in its effect! Parvati gasped in awe. She could smell the arousal of the dancer. This woman wanted Parvati sexually! And Parvati felt no revulsion just a pleasant feeling of expectancy.
Then the woman stood up and turned around. Everything done in time with the taal of the tabla. Her sensuously swaying body arranged itself so that attention was focused on her undulating toned buttocks. They moved individually of their own accord so wantonly and so enticingly that the queen felt her breathing catching in her excitement.
And she turned around once again, still dancing to the beat of the tabla. But now her movements were urgent and she moved straight towards the queen. In a jiffy she had Parvati's clothes out of the way and her face between Parvati's thighs. And her tongue lashed out at the queen's cunt in time with the tabla.
This sudden assault, reminiscent of Chanakya's first, left her flabbergasted but only for a brief while. Then the sensation of being tongue fucked got to her. This woman was a genius, a natural born tongue fucker. To Parvati this woman's tongue felt wet, yielding yet firm, pliable yet stiff and flicked out in time to the tabla. An incredible rhythm of tongue lashing that enveloped her labia, clitoris and vagina in a cocoon of heightened sensation. And the dancer's hands and fingers were busy too, removing clothing out of the way to reach the queen's abdomen and breasts. Sensuously rubbing her thighs, abdomen and breasts in time with the taal of the tabla and the tongue in her vagina. Parvati gave herself up to the combined sensation. In no time at all she was climbing up, up and higher still till she was in the throes of a mind blowing orgasm.
When Parvati returned to terra firma she found the woman still busy tonguing her privates. She then moved up and suckled on the queen's breasts before moving to her lips with a full blooded tongue into mouth's recesses all encompassing kiss. Parvati's breath was literally taken away. The woman then crawled up the queen's supine body and placed her cunt over her face. Almost as if she was afraid to impose on the queen, yet begging for attention.
Parvati had never licked a cunt before. In fact she had never seen a cunt so close up before. This cunt looked cute. Hairy and red and wet with the woman's arousal. Asking to be licked and so the queen obliged. A tremor ran through the woman's body at the queen's touch and she began softly chanting. The tabla was still playing and the chanting was in time with it.
It was the first time that Parvati had heard the woman's voice. It was deep, melodious and seductive. And also for the first time Parvati heard the words it was forming. This chanting was not your garden variety temple priest chanting but rather an exhortation to free the mind so it could roam freely, taking it where imagination led it. And Parvati responded - the voice was seductive. Her mind flew to a clear stream gurgling with icy cold water just freed from a glacier.
Her tongue delved into that clear stream and assuaged its thirst in patterns of movement so intricate and beguiling that the woman was gasping above her and thrusting her hips at that fleshy and fiery rod impaling herself again and again even as Parvati met the rising strength of the stream with renewed vigor and imagination and the stream took on a tumultuous life of its own, bounding and bubbling and heaving till it lost itself in the relative calmness of the river which followed the woman's orgasm.
She removed her cunt from Parvati's face and sat down by her side. The tabla kept playing and now the veena joined in. Looking up Parvati was surprised to find Chanakya twigging the strings! Not bad, she thought; actually his playing was pretty slick. The woman now softly reached for the queen and moved her till Parvati was sitting on the lap of the woman. The woman lay back taking the queen with her.
The queen sank back on to the softness of the woman. The woman reached around the queen's torso and found her nipples. The queen could feel the woman's coarse pubic hair rubbing against her buttocks even as thighs pleasurably rubbed against thighs. The woman's mouth found Parvati's ear lobes and her lips and tongue feasted on them. And the chanting started again, in time with the music. It took Parvati on a journey of the mind once again. This time to a bare hill top where every gust of hot wind felt like hot knives penetrating the bare skin, on her face, her ears, her breasts, her thighs, her cunt and the excited flesh inside her cunt when the woman parted her vaginal lips with her dainty fingers. Then she felt the cool rain as it softly fell on her and it was not the woman's wet tongue but bursts of rain that fell on her nipples, her clitoris and her vaginal lips. Then as the woman returned to her former position with the queen placed on her lap, once again each deft touch of her fingers, each rub of her mat of pubic hair, each chafe from her erect nipples on the queen's back felt like little burns, except these were sensual burns, so exciting that the anticipation of the next sensation took her lust to places that Parvati did not know existed.
And the chanting continued and exhorted her to feel heat, naked searing heat as a fulfiller of her passion, as a means to slake her lust. Parvati's mind was hooked. She opened her eyes and saw before her the man and he was butt naked with a very erect cock that he was languidly stroking. The music had stopped. She registered all this at a certain level but her mind was mostly far away in a land of fire and ice. She saw the man move between her thighs and guide his cock into her cunt. What she felt was scorching heat that lit up every nerve ending in her vagina. Never had she felt this alive and this receptive. Every thrust in and out was mind blowing and fiery hot, so hot that she felt her cunt would burn up and yet she knew it would not but that every nerve ending in her vagina was sending a fiery and fulfilling message to her brain. And the chanting carried on taking her further and further into the fiery place. And then it moved her out of there to a land of ice where everything was freezing. The burning in her cunt had stopped, Parvati opened her eyes to see that the man had pulled out and Chanakya was getting ready to fuck her.
And indeed when Chanakya plunged in, it was an icicle, not his cock that penetrated her. Each subsequent thrust was a chilling experience. So cold that she could feel goose bumps on her skin, and yet it was invigorating, fresh and alive, like the life giving monsoon rains that make you shiver more with pleasure and thankfulness that the hot summer was at an end.
And the chanting continued. The seductive voice encouraged her to impale herself on that icicle cock repeatedly, encouraged her to sap the iciness out of that cock and instead impart the heat of her cunt on to that cool instrument of pleasure. And her cunt responded closing in with scorching need, releasing the fiery seed from Chanakya's cock and dampening its sizzling energy with the icy fulfillment of her own orgasm.
And the chanting continued, through her orgasm, making her dwell in the moment and savor each moment of her fulfillment like it was the last and best. Then the man was embedded in her again and ramming her with his cock and the woman's voice took Parvati up into the sky soaring above the earth feeling the air whoosh past her in gusts of softness and then voice made her come down to earth pulled by the weight of her cunt. Her cunt felt really full and heavy. In a corner of her mind Parvati registered the fact that the woman had introduced one, then two, then three fingers and then her whole hand into her cunt, surrounding the man's cock and massaging both it and Parvati's vagina. Yet there was no pain but a feeling of fullness that felt wonderful.
And the voice carried her to a tree and set her down on a large branch precariously arranging her legs to keep their hold on the limb. She felt her legs being pushed back and could feel the breeze in the branches of the tree against her cunt and ass which had now been thrust out defenselessly. Then she felt the man's cock leaving her cunt and the woman's hand completely inside, with her thumb strumming on her clitoris. The voice told her to get ready to welcome fire again as in one smooth move the man shafted her ass. Then he was ramming her ass mercilessly even as the woman worked her cunt. The voice made her concentrate on each thrust of hand and cock, feel each tiny bit of flesh as a huge canopy of leather rubbing and chafing her ass and vagina, yet not hurting but intensely stimulating. And the queen felt the start of another mind blowing orgasm just as the man grunted and heaved and thrust mightily and ruthlessly into her rectum till she felt his hot come in spurts in her ass. And then the hand and cock moved out gently and the chanting finally stopped.
So exhausted was the queen that she just lay there and drifted off to sleep. When she woke up, darkness had fallen and she was all alone in her chambers. It had been a mind blowing experience. She was grateful to Chanakya for having arranged it. He of course was overjoyed that he had brought her so much pleasure and that was reward enough for him. The man and woman stayed for a few weeks before moving on. And so Parvati was at the receiving end of more pleasure.
They would return every now and then throughout Parvati's reign enhancing her sex life immensely.
And so between Goray Lal, Chanakya and the Tantric pair her sex life was full. Both the men were inventive and ingenious lovers. Both head over heels in love with her, willing to do anything to satisfy her lust and if that were not enough the Tantric pair would arrive out of nowhere to surprise her and pleasure her some more.
This meant of course that she was relieved of the anxiety of finding lovers. This in turn completely freed her up to pursue her ultimate goal which was to turn her growing kingdom into a strong and stable empire.