11-1 The Square of Sekar Kedaton
When the night of Rebo Pon finally fell, Bariyem brought the seven young men out into the open square, their bodies bare and glowing in the torchlight.
They were placed in the center, to be shared among all eighty women, taking their turns in a great, joyful celebration.
Afterward, each man would be bathed clean, fed nourishing food, and given potent herbal tonics — for their strength must never fade while serving the women of Sekar Kedaton.
FIRST GROUP:
Barti, Carti, Darti, Parti, Garti, Harti, Jarti, Karti, Larti, and Marti.
All ten swarmed eagerly around Parno, the first chosen.
Barti was already straddling him, lowering herself slowly onto his readiness.
Her hips rose and fell in a steady, smooth rhythm, his length gliding in and out of her warmth with ease.
Barti: “Ah… it feels so wonderful… nothing compares to this…”
Carti and Darti watched from the side, squirming with impatience.
Darti whispered, frowning.
Darti: “She is taking far too long!
My body aches so badly, I can barely stand still!”
Carti nodded, clutching her stomach.
Carti: “And my insides twist and cramp with longing… I feel as though I shall burst if I wait much longer.”
Parti, waiting right behind them, burst out laughing.
Parti: “If your stomach aches so, Carti, why not release it now and clear the way?”
Carti glared at her, cheeks burning.
Carti: “Not a chance!
If I step aside, you will steal my place before I can blink!”
Parti giggled, shaking her head.
Parti: “Better to empty yourself there than soil your own pleasure, silly girl!”
Carti stamped her foot, refusing to move an inch.
Carti: “I will hold it in!
No one takes my turn!”
Parti only laughed harder — but watching Barti ride Parno so happily, she felt her own core growing warmer and wetter, throbbing with need.
At last, Barti let out a long, trembling cry, her whole body tensing and arching.
Barti: “Agh… I am reaching my peak… so deep… so good…”
She lifted her hips, and Parno’s length slid smoothly free.
A glistening stream of sweet moisture trickled from her warmth down onto his stomach, thick and clear.
And still his strength stood tall and firm, hard and shining — for Queen Cempaka’s magic had blessed these men, ensuring their vigor would never fade, no matter how many women they served.
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11-2 Carti
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Carti: “MY TURN AT LAST!”
She rushed to straddle Parno and lowered herself hard onto his waiting readiness.
SLAM…!!!
Her face twisted — half in overwhelming pleasure, half in sudden strain.
Carti: “Agh… oh… it feels so full… and yet…”
Parti leaned forward, concerned and amused.
Parti: “What troubles you now, Carti?
Why do you look as if you are in pain?”
Carti gasped, pressing her hands against her lower belly.
Carti: “Agh… my insides ache… it feels as though something heavy wishes to come out…”
Parti frowned, shaking her head.
Parti: “Then climb off, silly girl — let it go and ease yourself!”
Carti shook her head fiercely, clinging tight to Parno’s hips.
Carti: “No… never…”
Parti raised an eyebrow, grinning.
Parti: “Why so stubborn?
Are you enjoying it that much?”
Carti bit her lip, her eyes rolling back in delight even as she squirmed.
Carti: “It… it feels far too good to stop… even with this ache…”
Darti giggled from behind, patting her back playfully.
Darti: “Mind you don’t release your burden all over his skin, Carti — that would ruin his readiness for the rest of us!”
Carti groaned, squeezing her eyes shut.
Carti: “Ugh… very well… I shall hold it as long as I can…”
The pleasure inside her swelled hotter and deeper, making every nerve sing — even as her stomach churned, begging for release.
Parti moaned softly, shifting her weight restlessly.
Parti: “Hurry, Carti… please… I feel as though I shall melt if I wait one more moment…”
Darti snickered, nudging her side.
Darti: “And what ails you now, Parti?”
Parti whined, pressing her thighs hard together.
Parti: “My core throbs… it tingles and burns and is already soaked through… I can hardly bear it!”
Darti: “That is what a whole year without a man does to a woman — turns you into a wild, desperate creature, doesn’t it?”
Parti pouted in frustration — then suddenly squatted low and released her pent‑up tension in a warm, rushing stream.
SSSSSSSS…!!!
A golden flow poured out from between her legs, pooling on the ground beneath her.
Darti doubled over laughing, clutching her stomach.
Darti: “There you go — you always let it loose when you are cross or impatient, you shameless thing!”
When she was done, Parti stood up straight again, cheeks flushed but feeling much lighter.
Parti: “Look at Carti now… she is shaking so hard, she looks ready to shatter…”
Darti nodded eagerly, licking her lips.
Darti: “Almost her end… then it is my turn, Parti — at long last…”
Parti nodded, her breath catching in anticipation.
A moment later, Carti cried out sharply, her whole body convulsing in bliss.
Carti: “Agh… I am coming… I can hold nothing back…”
She wrenched herself free and ran stumbling straight toward the thick bushes nearby.
PLOPP…
SPLATT…!!!
True to her warning, she could hold no longer — and let go her heavy burden right there among the leaves, sighing in relief and pleasure combined.
Darti and Parti burst into loud, uncontrollable laughter.
Darti wiped tears from her eyes, stepping forward eagerly.
Darti: “Finally — it is my turn, Parti!”
Parti nodded, watching with burning envy.
Darti climbed astride Parno, his length still hard and slick with the juices of the women before her.
Unseen by Parti, she moistened her most secret rear opening with her own saliva first, then lowered herself slowly, guiding him into that tighter, deeper passage.
SHLLUUUP…!!!
He sank in smooth and deep, filling her completely in a way she had longed for.
Darti threw her head back, moaning in pure ecstasy.
Darti: “Agh… yes… so deep… so perfect… oh, my strong lord…”
Parti stood nearby, wringing her hands, trembling as she waited for her own moment.
Behind her, Garti, Harti, Jarti, Karti, Larti, and Marti all stood in a long, eager line, whispering, touching each other, and sighing in anticipation.
A few even squatted low, their own hands slipping between their legs to stroke and soothe their aching warmth, trying to calm their wild need just enough to endure the wait.
And so the feast went on — eighty women, sharing and enjoying the strength of seven young men, taking turns, laughing, crying out in pleasure, and forgetting every lonely day of the past year.
As for the other three men — Barno, Carno, and Darno — they remained in the Queen’s private chambers, where only Her Majesty and her closest attendants were allowed to share their strength, kept as her own special treasure for as long as she pleased.
TO BE CONTINUED…