Kavita entered Padma’s chamber with Avikam through the secret passage. After few moments, Padma stood on her toes to take off Avikam’s blind fold. Avikam could smell fresh bathed skin of Padma. Blinking, he looked around. He did a fine job of not letting his expression appear on his face. Padma stood in front of Avikam. She had transformed herself to Anala. A garland of Madan Mogra and a white silken cloth barely cover her arrogant nipples and areolas. The silk had hard time covering her slick moist triangle. Her curly public hair was desperately trying to escape. His thought was, if he could catch a whiff of air that had touched those curly hairs.

Avikam held his breath. He was seeing his Anala transformed into a breathing person. There was only one difference, Anala’s face was radiating with satisfying tiredness while Padma’s was emanating ravenous ache to be fulfilled. She was a simulacrum of Rati[1]. Avikam wanted to wipe out the differences. Still, he kept quiet. Even in the moment of tempestuous fervor, he remembered that, it was not his place to make a first move. He was just a painter, a nomad moving from one city to another in search for inspiration, while she was a Princess with thousands of heads ready to be cut down for her or bow down to her wishes. Avikam was waiting, withheld breath for time when he would change Padma to Anala.

Padma sat on the settee and called Avikam. In a soft voice, barely above a whisper, she said,

“Avikam, I told you I would reward you. I did in the afternoon. Princess did pay her dues, but Padma did not. You did see me for what I am. Your Anala is me. And Anala did enkindle such covetousness that I have scrubbed off all the traces of modesty. Would you breathe Anala in me tonight?”

Avikam knew he had just this night with Padma. He sat beside Padma. Padma kept his hand on her fluttering heart. She closed her eyes in anticipation. Cupping her face, Avikam kissed those closed eyes gently. Padma opened them slowly to see him looking passionately at her quivering lips. Avikam slowly took them in his. His tongue glossed her lips, parted them just a little bit to tickle her teeth before pulling back to look at her. She looked bewitching. Avikam lifted her in his arms and laid her on the settee on her back.

In a perfect manner of a nobleman, he sought her permission,

“May I, Princess?”

“Yes, Avikam, yes, tonight, show me what indulgence and craving is all about. Show me all that you did with Anala before you froze her on the canvas.”

Avikam knelt at the foot of the settee, took her left feet, and massages them. Every bit of Padma’s body was stiff with eagerness; it had to be loosened first. When Avikam’s lips touched them, she shuddered with prurience. He took the thumb in his mouth and began nibbling it. He left it as a sigh escaped from Padma’s lips. His lips started kissing her ankles, and slowly he was traversing upward. Avikam’s lips were kissing every bit of the fair skin of Padma. His lips were getting confused; was it her skin or silk. The more his lips brushed against hers, the more the desire enflamed. Padma wanted him to linger there and yet, the unkissed parts beckoned him. Every bit of her body wanted him to touch it and kiss it. Avikam moved up from ankle to shanks and from shanks to knees. He pulled up her legs, kissing the back of her knees. Padma clutched the soft cushion of the settee.

Avikam was wandering over her thighs. The more he had her, the more the intense burnt his animalism. His appropinquity with Padma was driving him to the edge of sweet insanity. Sounds of her breath, her occasional suppress murmurs, and the scent of her skin were imploring him to take her as his for the night. Avikam wanted it to be the night that she would always moisten her hidden lips. A befitting tribute to a princess who was offering him her untouched bud to flower.

Avikam stopped at the edge of the cloth. He did not touch it. He just moved to her upper edge of the tussore. He was four fingers below her deep naval. His kisses were deep. Her belly had drops of sweat on cold night. Avidity was burning Padma from within. Avikam’s lip had covered her flat belly till the base of her heaving bosom with his kisses and was now playing with her naval. He was sucking the deep pit and licking up its boundary. A deep moan vibrated through Padma’s body. Its vagrant visitor was moving towards her nape. Burying his lips deep in her nape, Avikam marked her fair skin as his. The boundary between pain and pleasure was disappearing fast. Padma’s body was wiggling under him as he continued his deep kisses on her nape.

Padma was all wet. Scanty clothes that were covering her were turning pale. Avikam took a moment and removed his loose full sleeve vest. His tanned body was on Padma’s. His skin was rubbing against hers. Avikam looked deep in her eyes and locked his lips in her. He sucked it deep, playing it with his tongue. The bodies were now in play. Her hands found his back, his hands roving all over her, their legs entangled in each other, the bodies writhing is pleasure.

The night was slipping away. Avikam had not yet explored Padma. There was so much to be done to let Padma slip away and guide Anala to emerge. He could hardly wait. He took Padma to the cathedra. Since many days ago, he had seen her sitting there in flamboyant layers of clothes. Tonight, on the same cathedra, he would remove the two pieces of clothing that covered her. This night was his, when he would see Padma as Anala, as she was made. Avikam paid his laudation to her cleavage, before his deft fingers opened the knot. Padma had acquired the color of setting sun. Avikam’s eyes were fixed on her and he slowly freed her imperious breasts from their captivity. Padma was almost nude in front of this stranger. She blushed at the thought and her eyes closed. Avikam was cupping her breast and kneading them; taking Padma closer to Anala. Her body was burning with insatiable hunger that wanted more with every moment that it got. Padma could not keep her eyes open.

Padma felt Avikam’s hand, placing her left leg on the arm rest. She skipped a heartbeat in sweet anticipation. Her vagina was open to him. She was almost nude, with all her privates in his full view. She was shy for the first time; instinctively she buried her head to one side with a blushing smile. Avikam gently kissed her exposed cheek and before she could look at him, it was her lips that were hidden from the world. Her triangle was bulging, and lips drooling. He planted a deep kiss on her wet vagina, slimy with her salacious appetite.

A thrill ran up Padma’s spine. She was at the edge of unknown woods of pleasure. Deeper he kissed her inner labia, deeper she went. He had gone too deep with her. No longer could kisses satisfied him, his mouth sucked the little wet petals of lotus and was munching them. Avikam pulled her little towards him from her waist and his hands found refuge at her heaving bosom. Padma’s senses were delirious with elation. She was no longer able to distinguish if her breast was getting kneaded and crushed or her vagina was getting munched and smooched. He was taking her to new limits of corybantic exhilaration.

Padma’s moans went deeper and deeper. The whistle of night air was broken by her ecstatic cry. Sleepy notes flute floated around. It was Mani. She had started playing some time ago to mask off the signs of Padma’s rapturous night.

The hypnotic tune that floated in Padma’s bed chamber inspirited the impassioned appetence.

Padma trembled as she climaxed for the first time. Avikam guzzled it with satisfaction. Panting Padma lay stiff for few moments. Avikam lifted her in his arms and took her to her bed. Tiredness had not yet touched her. She wanted more. Avikam carried her to her bed. Standing near the foot of the bed, he looked at Padma. She looked like Anala, yet she was not Anala. Anala had the glow of satisfaction on her face; Padma still had a yearning on hers. He looked at her once again, as if to see if she would like to stop now. Padma looked deep into his eyes and nodded. She wanted to be Anala, she wanted to devour the forbidden fruit which she just started to have a taste of.

Straddling at her waist, Avikam’s deft finger opened the knot; getting rid of Padma’s last piece of cloth on her body. Then, he opened the knots of his loincloth. It slipped and lay discarded at his knees. A thirsty smile crossed her lips, Avikam’s shaft meant business. It was standing, proud and domineering. She was biting her lips, chewing them unmindfully. Avariciousness was flowing in her veins tonight.

In the dim light of the torches that burnt, Padma laid on the bed, as perfected by nature; flawless. Her outline on the soft dark bed was tempting him as she waited for him to take her. Avikam lifting Padma’s waist, slowly tried to enter her. Padma was dripping wet, but the path was yet unknown. Avikam would be the first one to open the gates of womanhood for Padma. Padma’s body arced with pain-pleasure as Avikam’s bellend touch the door. She gasped, Avikam slowly pushed a little more. A pleasing pain was ripping her burning vagina. Avikam’s tip was just in, it was searing her, and she wanted more, Padma wanted him in her completely. Every movement of Avikam was tearing her and she wanted more of it. Avikam supporting her waist, all of a sudden pushed in completely. A debaucherously scream escaped Padma’s lips. Avikam was still, letting Padma feel her first visitor. Avikam still inside her, pulled up Padma, supported her back with his left hand. The right hand found itself playing with her hair and his mouth was on her nipples. He was taking Padma deeper and deeper into the dark velvety depths of aphrodisia. Padma was susurrating with pleasure as he gently started quavering her. Padma had never felt this fire before. For the first time, she was sweating in the cold winter of the mountains. The satisfaction was consuming her and she was yearning for more. She was getting transformed from Padma to Anala. A drop of tear of fulfillment rolled from the corner of her eyes, two drops of sweat from Avikam’s brow as Avikam spilled his soul seed in her.

In arms of her creator, the tired Anala slipped into a dream free stupor. Avikam was awake the whole night watching her sleep. His masterpiece came to life, took him on an amorous journey for a night and now peacefully sleeping in his arms. The drums announced the last quarter of the night. Mani entered in tips and toes. Very gently she woke up the Princess. Sun would knock at the door in some time. It was time for Avikam to go. Padma had to be ready for the next day’s rituals that would mark the beginning of the arrangement for the Welcome Day. Welcome Day was just a day away. Contests for Swaymvar were three days after the Welcome Day.

Padma was in the room, flushed when Avikam came in to his assigned work of painting Padma for the suitors of Swaymvar. The memories of last night were fresh on her body and in her memory. Avikam greeted her with usual courtesy. He stood beside the Princess in pretext of evaluating the light and whispered,

“Princess, only few men can boast of living a night of their dreams. I am one of them. When the night slips by, it is good to wake up. I have not forgotten the beautiful dream that I felt, but truth is neither can I forget that, today, I need to complete my painting and will be on my way. I may not be able to every lay my eyes on you ever again. But, I am not sad. If I would be, it would be insulting my Anala. I would rather rejoice celebrating every moment of it.”

Padma, though a girl of only sixteen summers knew what her destiny had been chosen for her. It was not and never could be Avikam. Her encounter with Avikam was sexual not sentimental. She was sane enough not to build an impossible dream based on just one night of passion. She gave him a whole hearted understanding smile.

[1]Rati - goddess of passion and lust

Next Chapter: CHAPTER 4: THE CONTEST