The presidential suite of the Royal Palace Resort had been transformed into a royal bridal chamber worthy of a Rajput king claiming his queen. Red silk drapes hung from the ceiling like waterfalls of blood and passion. Thousands of fresh rose petals covered the massive four poster bed, their sweet scent mixing with the heady aroma of sandalwood incense and the unmistakable musk of a woman in heat. Hundreds of scented candles and oil lamps cast a warm, golden glow over every surface, while mirrors on the ceiling and all four walls ensured that nothing, not a single thrust, not a single drop of milk or cum would be hidden tonight.

Lord Vikram carried his new bride over the threshold in his strong arms, the golden leash still attached to her ruby red ownership collar. Ananya’s heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her massively swollen breasts. She was dressed in the full traditional Rajput bridal lehenga , deep maroon red silk heavy with gold zari and diamonds and the choli was the sheerest possible red silk, tied loosely at the front so her enormously swollen, milk leaking breasts threatened to spill out with every step.