Aqrabuamelu Boyfriend: Rajarshi Part Two (complete)

I accidentally walk into one of the many pleasure rooms of the palace, and see a bit more than I care for. It is true what they say about Aqrabuamelu men too, and no matter how many times I see it, I am still surprised. Anyway, I am still learning the layout of the palace and am currently working my way around to deliver a snack to Rajarshi. He has a fondness for a sweet melon and sends out for it often. He’s remained in his study most of this week, working on something important.

I finally find the correct door to the secret passage, and soon I’m back in the study. The room is quiet, and yet in my memory I can still hear the sound of sweaty, hot bodies slapping against one another. I look up to see Rajarshi huddled over his desk, writing with a thick plumed quill that brushes against the pinchers on his face from time to time. The sensation makes him stick out his tongue as a reaction, and sometimes his tongue stays trapped between his lips.

“Here you go, my King.” I set the plate before him on his desk. “Sorry for the wait.”

Rajarshi stretches out his arm, takes one of the juicy melon balls and places it on his tongue. “No worries, my Erameni.” He looks at me and he tilts his head. “Your face is very red.”

I place my palm against my cheek. “I got kind of lost, so I ran.”

Rajarshi lifts his brow. “That’s not the face of exertion.”

I huff. “Okay, I got lost, true. I accidentally walked into one of the pleasure rooms.”

Rajarshi giggles. “Did you see something you liked?”

I pout at him and turn my face away. “It was awkward for certain. I had no idea someone could-” I stop myself and clear my throat. “In any case, I won’t be forgetting where that door leads for a very long time.”

“Do you not indulge in the pleasure rooms, my Erameni?” Rajarshi places his quill aside and eats another melon ball.

“It isn’t for me, my King,” I respond. “I enjoy the fact you offer that sort of freedom to your people, but those rooms aren’t meant for me.” I lay my hand over my chest.

Rajarshi’s brow furrows and he looks me over. “I do not mean to pry, but is there a reason?” he asks.

I glance back his way. “You can pry a little, my king. I believe you have earned that much from me.” I give him a gentle smile. “I am curious about sex, don’t get me wrong, and I do feel desire from time to time. But I don’t think it is something I can do so… freely. I need to feel something deeper-” I press my knuckles between my breasts, “something bigger in order to want that intimacy with another person.”

Rajarshi turns to me and takes hold of my hand. “Nothing wrong with how you feel, my Erameni.” He strokes the back of my hand. “As long as you are comfortable, that is what matters.”

I kiss his knuckles. “I do, my King. I enjoy working with you very much. Now, is there anything I can do for you?”

“I am getting a headache,” he sighs and rubs between his eyes. “I wouldn’t mind a lie down or a nap in the darkness.”

“Get comfortable then,” I tell him. “I’ll go get your room ready.” I start to go to the door when Rajarshi calls out to me.

“Do you mind using that lavender spray again?” He asks with a timid voice.

I smile at him. “Of course, my King.” I go through the small passage between the study and his room. I start shutting all the curtains along the windows and opening the ones around his bed. I made a spray for his pillows to help with his sleep, something I had made for my sister during her worst of times. I spray down the pillows, fluff them and spray along the sheets. I am lighting candles when Rajarshi comes into the room.

“You work so fast, my Erameni.” He takes off his robe.

“Go ahead and relax on the bed.” I take his robe from him. “I’ll come to you when I lock the doors.”

Rajarshi’s touch lingers on my cheek. “You look your loveliest in candlelight,” he whispers to me.

“Don’t flatter me so, my King,” I whisper back to him.

Rajarshi tilts my chin up and brushes his thumb along my lips. “I don’t make you feel uncomfortable, do I? After what you told me, I don’t want to push my luck.”

“I like you, my king,” I kiss his thumb then hold his wrist. “I would do anything for you.”

Rajarshi’s hand trails down my skin. “Remove your clothes then, before you come to bed. I wish to see you bathed in candlelight for me.”

I shiver and excitedly nod my head. “Anything for you.”

Rajarshi steps aside and goes to his bed. I hurriedly lock the doors and strip away my clothes, letting them fall where they land. I crawl into the bed naked, watching Rajarshi as he takes one of the lit candles into his hand. 

“Lay down for me, my Erameni,” he beckons. “Let me see your beautiful body on display.”

I pose on the pillows for him, laying on my back and I stretch my long legs out. My skin does look lovely in the candlelight, the darkness of it reflects the golden glow and makes me look alight.

“This must be what goddesses look like.” Rajarshi pets his hand down my bare midsection. He holds the candle over me, and I feel the first drip of hot wax on my flesh. I moan and flex my body against his palm. There’s another drip, and I bite my lip.

“You don’t mind when I do this, do you?” Rajarshi moans into my ear.

“As long as it makes you happy,” I purr. 

Rajarshi kisses my cheek and drags his lips down my neck. The candle drips onto my skin again and Rajarshi guides it. It drips over my breasts and onto my nipples, making them grow hard and aroused by the sensation. I pinch my thighs together as Rajarshi’s hand comes to rest on them.

I had come to comfort Rajarshi in this way not long after I started being his reader. His horrible night terrors stemmed from sexual abuse he received as a young man. After many nights of tears and anger, he had confessed to me these terrible things. He laid his heart bare to me and thanked me for being so kind. When we kissed, I thought he would be afraid. Instead, it led to a new discovery. 

Rajarshi confessed he used sex to treat him of his night terrors. He had discovered that, when undertaken willingly, the thing that caused those terrors in the first place could give him a night of sleep and ease. But he had stopped, and it was causing the night terrors to get worse, so I volunteered myself to him. We discussed it at length, and Rajarshi refused my offers many times. But every time we kissed, his arousal was hard to ignore. 

It started off simple, with hand jobs and oral. Sometimes he liked tying my hands up and using my thighs or breasts. Soon, the games became like what we’re doing now. He likes to look at me and touch me, and let me know how much he appreciates me. It’s been only touch though; we have yet to go completely all the way, by his choice. Even though there have been a few times I have wanted more, this is all for him.

Rajarshi licks the wax from my nipples and, once they’re free, he sucks on them. I moan softly and tangle my fingers in his hair. His sharp teeth graze my skin but I do not fear his bite.

“Your responsive body is my temple,” Rajarshi whispers into my ear. “May I taste it?”

I slip my fingers between my thighs and sink them into my folds. Once my fingertips are wet, I place them on his tongue. He grabs my wrist and sucks my fingers, rolling his tongue around them as he savors the flavor.

“My Erameni is delicious,” he moans. “Open your thighs for me.”

I giggle and lift up my knees, opening myself up to him. He kisses my belly and my thighs as he looks at my folds.

“The dark color,” he runs his fingers over the dewy lips. “It reminds me of the molten lava cakes.” A dark smirk curls the corners of his dangerous mouth. 

“You say that every time,” I giggle.

“I mean it too,” he leans down and places my legs over his shoulders. “I much prefer to taste your juice than any of my melons.”

I snicker and cup my hand over my mouth. “I know you don’t mean that, my king.”

Rajarshi’s tongue laps up my slit and my words fail me. His mouth cups over my folds and he sucks me. His low, dark moans vibrate through my body and make my legs go weak.

“My King,” I moan out loud with a breathy voice. “Oh god!” I throw my head back, heaving as his fingers slip inside me while his tongue laps around my sensitive bud. 

“Keep singing for me, my Erameni. It helps me sleep.” He kisses my mound and back down to my slit. His fingers move inside me and I can’t help but tighten around them.

“Is my darling close?” He kisses my clit. “Is that what causes such a response?” He sucks on me again and I can’t stop the overwhelming desire from flowing through me. It rocks my body and my thighs squeeze around his head. He moans excitedly and laps me clean.

Once he rises from between my legs, he’s licking his chops and his honey eyes are alight and excited. “I have been craving that all day more than any melon. The melon is simply a cheap substitute for your tender folds and decadent flavor.”

I’m still panting and liquified on the bed. My legs are akimbo as he stands and fetches a glass of water. He slips his arm under my back and helps me sit up to get a drink. He kisses my temple and nuzzles against my braids.

“Thank you,” I coo. “For everything.”

Rajarshi kisses my cheek. “My favorite pastime, aside from eating you, is making you cum.”

I sit up and smile at him. “And what about you?”

Rajarshi grabs my braids into his hand and wraps them around his fist. “I am not as delicious as you are, I am certain.” He lifts his front legs onto the bed, and I see he is hard and rigid. There’s a small opening at the base of his torso where the shiny scales of his body meet between the pinchers on his waist. It’s a small mound among the dark scales that opens and folds back when he’s aroused. Already, the tip of his cock is spearing out.

I kiss his neck and chest, letting my tongue dart out over his nipples. While I play with one on my tongue, I tease the other with my fingers. Rajarshi moans out loud and throws his head back.

“Oh, my Erameni,” he pants. 

I kiss down his stomach and reach the opening. I swirl my tongue around it and suckle on the tip of his cock. I ease my fingers inside and he bucks, pushing himself into my mouth a little more.

“My king is eager today,” I sigh. “How long have you been thinking about me?”

“It’s been a few days, my Erameni,” he mewls. “You’ve been run ragged and I have not wanted to push you with my selfishness.”

I giggle and lap my tongue down his exposed shaft. The tip of his cock is much like the bulbous top of his tail. There’s a tip on the end like a stinger that, when sucked, causes him to convulse and writhe in pleasure. The rest of the plump head is round, a little yielding to the touch, and blood red in color. The shaft has soft spikes around the tip that glide down along the sides like scales, and the color fades into a dark red. 

I coax the rest of his cock out and stroke the shaft with both hands. I press my tongue to the stinger-like tip, and then suck on it. A sweet tasting gush of ooze coats my tongue and the back of my throat.

“My Erameni,” he whines. “You know my body too well!”

I chuckle and lick down the shaft. “My King, all I want is to take care of your glorious body.” I take him into my mouth, sucking him while his fingers tighten their hold on my braids. I never liked having my hair pulled, let alone touched, and the boys in the village always disrespected that. But for some reason, when Rajarshi pulls my hair, it makes me feel things deep inside me.

Rajarshi pants and moans. He throws back his head and arches his back. His cock pushes against my tongue and I stroke him. I want him to cum for me, and only for me. I may just be his reader, his comforter, but I only want his pleasure to stem from me.

“My Erameni!” He cries out. He grabs hold of my braids and pulls, and his seed spills down my throat. He pulls away from me, and it dribbles down my chin and onto my breasts. It’s shimmering gold in color and almost appears like glitter on the skin. Rajarshi rubs himself between my breasts, and bits of the wax begin to flake off.

Rajashi falls onto the bed, and I lay beside him with my chest to his back. I kiss his shoulders and his neck and whisper softly to him.

“My Erameni,” Rajashi turns his head and kisses me. It is soft at first but soon his tongue is rolling in my mouth. He pants and falls back onto the bed. “You take my soul each time.”

I giggle and rub my hands down his chest. “Only because you allow me to, my King.” I get up from the bed and fetch him water as he did for me. “How does your headache fare?”

Rajarshi sits up and gulps the cold water down while I sit before him. “Much better, thank you.” He wipes the water from his chin. “I am very grateful for your treatment, my Erameni. How can I ever repay you?” He kisses me again, soft and sweet like usual.

“I was paying you back was all,” I kiss his forehead.

“I made you a mess,” Rajarshi runs his fingers through his cum on my chest. “I should give you a bath.”

My heart rumbles around in my chest. “No, my king.” Giving someone a bath is a ritual of sorts, a showing of trust and fealty to someone. It is not an act a king performs for someone who serves him.

“There’s something I wish to give you,” he whispers to me. “Something that I feel is only fair after I bathe your beautiful body.” He presses his lips to my ear. “I soiled my temple, let me take care of it.”

I tremble as his words trail down my spine. “That is not what a king should do,” I tell him. “I should bathe you.”

“You bathe me plenty. I owe you so much, my Erameni. Your affection and kindness towards me means more than I could ever hope to impart with just orgasms.”

I can’t bear to look up at him. “I like how we are, do not get me wrong. I just don’t want you to lower yourself and demean yourself to bathe me.”

“You say this when you have just had my cock in your mouth?” Rajarshi laughs. “I am not demeaning myself to bathe a woman I admire, that I desire, that makes me feel comforted and adored with only a smile my way.” He kisses my braids. “That’s why I want to bathe you, my Erameni, to show you that I am not just doing something out of need, but because I want to take care of a body that makes me happy. To show a woman I love her.”

I hide my face against his chest. He said the words I had longed for but gave myself no hope to hear them. The tears come to my eyes before I even can register the pain in his voice as he spoke them. “My King, no,” I whimper.

“I love you, Erameni,” he whispers. “How could I not?”

I close my eyes as he lifts my chin to make me look at him. “Open your eyes for me. Look at me and know what I say is true.”

I sniffle and let the tears flow. I open my eyes slowly, gazing up into the honey of his own. I grasp his wrist, keeping his hand on my face. 

“Let be bathe you, my Erameni,” he whispers again. “Let me show you I am nothing but a man who loves you. No king. No castle. No money in my vaults. Just a pitiful man at the feet of a goddess.” 

He sweeps me off the bed and carries me to his private bath. He places me into the warmed pool and ties my braids up and away from my body. I sit there in silence, stunned and trembling from his confession. When his hands rub down my shoulders, he works the soap into a rich lather. He kneads it down my body, scrubbing my legs with a brush and using a stone to slough away the rough skin on my feet. He massages my breasts with oils, and kneads his fingers into my soft belly and thighs. He then takes my hair out of the braids, brushing it and coating it in sweet oil. 

“Why are you shaking?” He looks up at me as he rubs my legs. “You’ve been trembling all this time.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’m terrified this is all going to be a dream, and when I wake up, I’ll be back in the village, just poor and hungry. I don’t deserve this! This must be a cruel trick.”

Rajarshi kisses me. “No dream, my Erameni,” he whispers. “Or else it would be another nightmare for me. So stop trembling and enjoy this moment.”

“You’ve done enough,” I still his hands. “You’ve done everything but shave me,” I tease him.

“I wouldn’t dare!” He gasps in alarm. “I love your hair.” He shoves his fingers under my armpits and I squeal with laughter. “Every dark curl, stray or well placed.” He kisses my neck and drags his teeth down my shoulder. “Especially-” his palm kneads my mound. “This luscious forest down here.”

I press my palms to his chest. “You’ll get me excited again.”

“Not yet.” He kisses me and moves his hands away. “I have something much more important to do than make love to you.”

My heart hammers away and he takes me from the water. He dries me off and rubs sweet oils into my skin before taking me back to the bedroom. He opens a curtain to let in light and he has me stand before his wardrobe. He opens it, and inside there are gowns and robes of all colors. Hanging on the door is one of ochre and gold, which he takes out.

“I want you to wear what hangs in this wardrobe from now on,” he tells me. 

There is a pit in my stomach that is growing to my limbs. I touch the ochre gown and then let my fingers slip away from it.

“Erameni, what’s wrong?” Rajarshi gasps.

I look up at him and press my lips into a fine line. “I was happy to comfort you, my king,” I shiver. “But I cannot be a concubine.”

Rjarshi flinches and nearly drops the dress. “No! That is not what I am asking!” He lunges towards me. “This is a wedding gown!”

I am uncertain how to feel in that moment, in fact, I am quite numb all over from the absolute shock. If I had been struck by lightning, I would never know.

“This is the tradition,” he urges. “We present a wedding gown to our intended, as well as a new wardrobe for their new life.” He hangs his head. “Oh no, did I do it wrong?”

I grab his hand and tug at it. “Rajarshi,” my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. “Why would you want to marry me?”

“I told you I love you,” he simpers like a puppy. “I want to spend my entire life with you! I would gladly give up the eternity I have to spend a short life with you.”

I squeeze his hand tight. “I love you too.”

Rajarshi’s eyes brim with tears. “Then, what is your answer?”

I leap into his arms, hugging and kissing him. His big hands wrap around my waist and he lifts me off the ground. He tosses me into the air, cheering, and then catches me and spins me around. 

“Don’t give up eternity for me,” I whisper to him. “I couldn’t bear to ask you to do that.”

“Then don’t leave me alone,” he pleads. He then sets me down. “One last thing.” He takes a box from inside the closet and takes a beautiful necklace from inside. He drapes it around my neck, letting the chain and jewels fall over my chest and breasts.

“No longer a collar,” he tells me. “But a chain we both hold.”

We marry in the fall, when all the colors have come to match my gown. During the ceremony, I take part in a ritual that will bestow upon me the same long life the Aqrabuamelu have. The priestess paints my body with gold paints, and I drink a strange wine. It sits painfully in my stomach, but after the priestess finishes the spell, the pain is lifted and there is a strange feeling in my chest.

Rajarshi takes me to bed and after a long sleep, I wake up to find food waiting. Rajarshi is already eating, munching on fruit as he reads a book.

“My bride,” he grins as he rises from his seat. “How do you feel?”

I sit up in bed, naked except for my necklace. “Strange.” I murmur. “I don’t feel so heavy anymore.” I wrap my arms around myself. “I’m not sure how else to put it.”

Rajarshi kisses the top of my head. “Come eat something,” he says. “You must be hungry.”

I grab his hand and pull him back to me. “Your wife is naked on the bed and you don’t wish to touch me?”

Rajarshi gasps and licks his lips. “Of course I do,” he says. “More than anything.”

“Then come to bed and join me. I wish to touch my husband as well.” I sit on my knees and kiss him. His hands go down my waist and he grabs hold of my rear. He digs his fingers into my cheeks and I stroke my palm down his chest. I feel his tip sticking out and I swirl my fingers around it.

“I have been waiting for this,” I pant. 

Rajarshi lifts me up and I slip my legs around his waist. “So have I.” He kisses me, and our bodies press together. His pinchers around his waist hold me up while his hands roam over my body. I can feel him growing bigger and his tip touches against my lips. I am eager for him, ready for this moment for so long. Rajarshi’s hands take hold of me and slowly I start taking him inside me. In an instant, we’re one. His thick cock fits inside me perfectly and we take advantage of that. We make love until the morning and then some. By the time we’re done, we’re both exhausted, sated, and shivering a little bit.

It’s no surprise to me when I discover I am pregnant with our first child. I have been feeling peculiar, so I go to visit the doctor. Once she tells me the results, I am eager to tell Rajarshi, but want to surprise him. I write him a letter and have one of the messengers deliver it to him with his regular mail.

I then wait in the bedroom for him, expecting an excited and over eager puppy to come barreling through the door and sweep me up into his arms. But once it gets dark, I start to worry. As I get up to go find him, the door opens and Rajarshi walks in with a strange look on his face. 

“What’s wrong?” I go to him as he closes the door.

He looks at me and then shakes his head. “I’m not sure,” he whispers. 

“Did you-” I hesitate to ask in case he never saw my letter. “Did you read something bad?” I fidget in place.

“Erameni,” he starts and his voice cracks and falls. “Is it true?”

“You’re scaring me,” I frown and ball up my fists. “Why are you acting so grim?”

“You’re pregnant, Erameni!” He gasps. “I had hoped this wouldn’t happen!” He bangs his fists on the wall and I go numb all over again.

“You don’t-” I stumble backwards and clasp my hand over my belly. “Rajarshi, I thought you’d be happy.”

“This could kill you!” Rajarshi snaps at me. “I don’t want to lose my wife and my child! Even if your life has been extended, it can’t save you from this.” Tears well up in his eyes. “Aqrabuamelu babies are so large compared to human ones!”

I look down and start to sob.

“Oh, no!” Rajarshi grabs me. “I’m so sorry.”

“I was so excited! I thought you’d be happy!” I blubber as fat tears roll down my face. “I’ve wanted this! Why don’t you?”

“I told you,” he whispers. “I don’t want to lose you. Let’s go to the doctors and talk to them.” He says. “Trust me, there is nothing more that I want than a family with you, but not at the cost of your life.” He kisses the tears from my cheeks and we go back to the doctors together.

The doctors explain to us it could cause some issues, but bed rest would be the best option towards the end of the pregnancy. After that, it is just a case of keeping a doctor and nurse nearby at all times to keep track of both the baby and myself. An emergency operation will be performed if need be, but it would be done regardless before labor starts to set in. 

Rajarshi is attentive and keeps himself close to me at all times. During the first few months, he is ambivalent about it, neither getting his hopes up or acting excited about the pregnancy. But as time goes on and I am still healthy and happy, he starts to show his exuberance. He keeps his hand on my belly and nearly screams when the baby kicks for the first time. He starts talking to the bump at night, even singing to it until he falls asleep. 

I don’t get as big as I expected to, and in fact, the doctors are perplexed by this as well. It isn’t until the final two months I start feeling discomfort and am having a hard time walking, let alone standing. I am put on bed rest as prescribed, and Rajarshi keeps nurses and doctors near me at all times.

It is a few weeks before the due date when the doctors take me to the operating room. It is scary, and I scream and cry the entire time. It isn’t until I hear the pitiful wails of a baby that I start to breathe again.

Rajarshi is brought into the room and I see his face before I see the baby. He walks around the operating screen and I see the pale pink bundle in his arms.

“It’s a girl,” he whispers to me.

I take the baby and the blankets fall away. To my surprise, she looks human, she has my dark skin already and has tons of curls on her head. The only thing different about her is that she has a tail growing out her backside.

“No wonder she was small.” Rajarshi kisses the top of my head.

The baby cries and fusses, but soon latches to my breast and starts to eat. Her small hands press against me, and she whines and whimpers while she eats. Her little tail flicks and curls, and I can already see how she’ll look like her father once she’s more grown.

After the operation, I’m taken back to our room where Rajarshi has the bed prepped to allow me to sit up and recline at the same time. He also has the baby’s crib by the bed, withtoys and clothes piled around it.

“What should we name her?” Rajarshi asks when I am settled and have rested. He brings the little bundle to me so she can eat.

“Let’s see,” I coo as she latches to me again. “What’s a good name for a princess?” I smile at the thought.

Rajarshi kisses my cheek. “You did all this work, you decide.”

“Aria,” I whisper. I then smile up at Rajarshi. “Letters from your name.”

“It’s perfect, a bit of me, but more of you.” He gazes at Aria and sighs softly. “She’s perfect.”

“A little wrinkly,” I tease. “But she’ll grow into it.” I kiss the top of her head. “Don’t you feel silly for worrying now?”

“Oh no,” Rajarshi shakes his head. “I will always worry, now more than ever. But from now on, I promise, when more children come, I will be excited.”