I woke to the familiar warmth of lips sliding down my shaft, the soft suction pulling me from sleep into the haze of morning lust. At 21, I'd just come of age in the Thakur household, the sprawling estate that ruled our village like ancient kings. Our family was the richest, our word law, our bloodline untouchable. But I, Vikram Thakur, the youngest of four brothers, saw the cracks. My father having complete control, my eldest brother hoarded power but killed off by the others. the second schemed in shadows, the third drowned in complacency, the fourth chased fleeting pleasures. It was time for me to claim what was mine.

My trusted maid, Lakshmi, knelt between my legs, her dark hair cascading over my thighs as she bobbed her head. She'd served me since I was a boy, but now her mouth was my daily ritual—a deep, wet embrace that started with teasing licks along my hardening cock and ended with her swallowing every drop. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting the pre-cum beading there, before she took me deeper, her throat relaxing to let me thrust up into her face.

"Good morning, beta," she murmured, pulling off with a pop, her lips glistening. She wiped her chin, eyes sharp with loyalty. "Today's the day you begin. The family gathers for the harvest feast tonight. Your first move: Priya, the wife of your third brother, Arjun. She's loyal to him now, but show her your strength, and she'll bend. Seduce her, dominate her, make her crave the side you're building."

I groaned, grabbing her hair to guide her back down. She sucked harder, her hands cupping my balls, squeezing gently as I fucked her mouth. Pleasure built fast, my muscles tensing—tall and jacked from years of training, I could feel the power in my body mirroring the ambition in my mind. With a grunt, I came, flooding her throat. She drank it all, then rose, straightening her sari with a knowing smile.

"Wear the black kurta," she advised, slipping out. "It makes you look like the king you'll become."

The day dragged, but my mind raced. Priya was 25, married to Arjun for three years, her body a temptation I'd stolen glances at—curvy hips, full breasts straining against her blouses, eyes that held a quiet fire. Arjun ignored her, buried in his ledgers. Tonight, I'd ignite that fire and bind her to me.

The great hall buzzed with villagers and kin, tables decorated with spiced meats and golden sweets under the flicker of oil lamps. My brothers postured: Father

, barking orders; the second, Dev, whispering alliances; Arjun, third, nursing his drink; I moved like a shadow, my black kurta hugging my broad shoulders, drawing eyes—especially hers.

Priya sat beside Arjun, her red sari clinging to her curves, the blouse low enough to tease the swell of her cleavage.

Our gazes locked across the room. I raised my glass in a subtle toast, and she blushed, looking away. But I saw the curiosity flicker.

After the meal, as music swelled and dances began, I cornered her in the garden shadows, away from prying eyes. The night air was thick with jasmine, mirroring the tension between us.

"Priya bhabhi," I said, voice low, stepping close enough to smell her perfume. "You've been avoiding me."

She glanced back toward the hall, but didn't pull away. "Vikram, this isn't proper. Your brother—"

I caught her wrist, firm but not bruising, pulling her deeper, closer to me.

"Arjun doesn't see you. I do. Every curve, every sigh you hide."

My free hand traced her arm, up to her shoulder, thumb brushing the edge of her breast. She gasped, but her nipples hardened under the fabric.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, even as her body leaned in.

"Showing you what you've been missing." I pressed against her, my cock already stiffening in my pants, grinding lightly into her hip.

Her breath hitched, eyes widening at the feel of my hardness. I kissed her then, rough and claiming, tongue invading her mouth as she hesitated, then melted, kissing back with a hunger that surprised us both.

My hands roamed, one sliding under her sari to grip her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. She moaned into my mouth, her fingers digging into my chest. "We can't..." But her protest was weak.

"We can," I growled, nipping her neck. "And we will. Come to my wing later. Or I'll come for you."

She nodded, dazed, slipping away as I released her. The seed was planted.

Midnight came, and she appeared at my door, sari disheveled, eyes stormy with conflict and desire. Lakshmi had retired, leaving the room dim with a single lantern. I pulled Priya inside, locking the door, my body towering over her.

"This is wrong," she said, but her hands trembled as she touched my arms, feeling the muscle.

"It's right for us." I stripped her blouse off in one yank, exposing her heavy breasts, nipples dark and erect.

I latched onto one, sucking hard, teeth grazing as she cried out, arching into me. My fingers worked her sari free, pooling it at her feet, revealing her bare pussy—wet already, lips swollen.

I pushed her onto the bed, spreading her thighs wide. "Look at you, dripping for your devar." I dove in, tongue lashing her clit, fingers plunging into her slick heat.

She bucked, hands fisting the sheets, moans echoing as I ate her out relentlessly, curling my fingers to hit that spot that made her scream.

"Vikram! Oh god, yes!" Her orgasm hit fast, juices coating my chin as she shuddered.

But I wasn't done. I shed my clothes, my thick cock springing free—veined and throbbing, longer and girthier than Arjun's, I knew. I flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. "You're mine now, Priya.

Say it."

"Yours,"

she gasped, pushing back.

I slammed into her pussy from behind, rough and deep, balls slapping her ass with each thrust. She wailed in pleasure, the stretch burning sweet as I pounded her, one hand fisting her hair, the other spanking her cheek red.

"Feel that? This cock owns you. Arjun can't give you this."

"No, only you! Harder!" She begged, clenching around me.

I rutted like an animal, switching to pin her down, missionary now, legs over my shoulders to drive deeper.

Her tits bounced with every brutal stroke, her nails clawing my back. Sweat slidded our bodies as I dominated her completely, grunting with each plunge until she came again, pussy milking me.

"Take my cum, bhabhi. Join my side."

With a roar, I buried deep, flooding her with hot spurts, marking her inside.

We collapsed, her head on my chest. "I'll help you," she whispered. "Whatever you need."

Lakshmi's advice had been gold. One down, the empire to build.

Dawn broke with Priya still tangled in my sheets, her body bruised in the best ways—marks from my grip on her thighs, bites on her neck hidden under her hair. She stirred, smiling lazily as I traced her curves.

"Last night... it was incredible," she said, hand sliding down to stroke my morning wood. "Arjun never..."

"He won't again." I rolled her under me, sliding into her soaked pussy easily, morning sex slow at first, then building to hard thrusts that had her biting my shoulder to muffle cries. I came inside her once more, sealing the bond.

She dressed, promising discretion and aid—whispers about Arjun's weaknesses, diversions for the family.

As she left, Lakshmi entered with breakfast, her eyes gleaming.

"It worked?" she asked, kneeling to service me as routine, her mouth enveloping my cum-covered cock, cleaning it with eager sucks.

"Perfectly," I said, thrusting into her throat.

"Next, we target the second brother's influence. But first, more on Priya—keep her loyal."

The Thakur throne awaited. With allies like these, it was mine.