Title: Music of Lust
Characters: Donovan Leitch, Sitara & Geoffrey Barlow, Kanti Singh
Word Count: 3726
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol, sex]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: After the retreat at Rishikesh, Donovan ends up as a guest at the Barlow estate. As its his birthday, Sitara throws him quite the party... and the fun lasts until dawn.


May 10, 1968
Jaipur, India

Seated under an awning draped with brilliantly colored sheer silks, Donovan lazily chatted with Geoffrey. Though he had only been staying with Sitara’s family for a week, he certainly felt welcome, even a part of the family – which in his mind was a great feat considering all of the drama that occurred in regards to Rishikesh. He had a mind to ask what had changed the tea magnet’s mind towards Sitara’s foreign friends, but he also did not care to upset the current status quo, especially as they were hosting a birthday celebration for him.

Bearing a tray with fancy tea cups on it, Sitara made her way towards the men. Her every movement tinkled musically, due to the small bells on her ankles and the hem of her skirt. Remaining silent, she sat the tray in front of the two men before picking up one and handing it to Donovan. Smiling as he accepted, she remained dutifully silent and took a step backwards. His eyes remained focused on her as she demurely cast her eyes downwards.

“Thank you, Sitara,” her father spoke after sipping the tea. “Is the entertainment almost ready?”

“Yes, father,” she replied.

“Very well,” Geoffrey nodded. “As you were.”

She nodded and turned, retreating back to the house. In the week he had been there, Donovan had never witnessed such behavior. He understood that a Barlow party for any reason seemed to be an excuse for Geoffrey to entertain anyone important in Jaipur, but he did not like the relegation of Sitara to the role of a servant. Knowing better to rush right after her, he sipped on his tea and continued conversation with Geoffrey and his guests, waiting for the appropriate moment to slip away.

Excusing himself to visit the loo, Donovan headed into the mansion. Rather than head to the nearest restroom, he turned in search of Sitara. Knowing the house fairly well, he reached the women’s quarters quickly and reached for the door. Before his fingers could circle the handle, it opened.

“Kanti,” he smiled slightly.

Her eyes widened and she stepped out, closing the door behind her, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him away, “You can’t be here.”

“Why, love?” he asked softly. “I’m just looking for Sita.”

“Oh no,” she kept pulling him away from the entrance to the women’s quarters. “You especially can’t see her.”

“Why not?”

Kanti rolled her eyes, “Haven’t you learned anything yet?”

“What?”

She shook her head, “You can’t be going in there today. And you can’t be alone with Sita today.”

“But–”

Her lips quickly touched his to silence his words, “You just can’t. Now go back outside and sit down.”

“But –”

She kissed him again, “Go back outside. Sita cannot give you your gift if you are not out there.”

He sighed, “Okay, but I don’t like this.”

“It will all be all right in the end,” Kanti declared, kissing him one final time. “Go.”

With some hesitation, Donovan turned away and headed back outside. He hoped whatever was going on would change once the night fell and some, if not all, of the guests left.



After a few theatrical and musical performances leading up to the sunset, Donovan pushed his negative thoughts about Sitara’s treatment from his mind. When she suddenly appeared on the back porch, surrounded by other dancing girls, a bright smile lit his face. He was quickly swept up by her dancing performance, though he had no idea what she sang and danced about. As her dance ended, his head spun, though the wine he drank could have contributed to that. He understood how George had felt the night of his birthday celebration. Donovan knew Sitara did not dance for just anyone.

Seemingly once her performance ended and she changed from her dancing garments, she was allowed to attend the party. A number of the guests left after praising her dance, leaving a small lingering core. When Donovan approached Sitara, no one interrupted or looked at him with disdain. No one even seemed to care when he complimented her dance, flirted with her, or any of his interactions. He was beginning to believe Kanti overreacted.

“Come,” Sitara stood, her hand held out to him, “and walk the gardens with me.”

Not even glancing at her father to make certain it was acceptable, Donovan slipped his hand into hers and followed her away from the lingering party guests. They weaved through the gardens, pass monkeys and birds that hardly lifted their sleepy heads to glance at the humans. She stopped some distance from the party, tugging him to sit on a bench under a tree.

“I apologize for not spending much time with you today. As hostess… and a woman… it was not my place to be…”

“Sita,” he freed his hand from hers to touch her cheek, “you are above being a servant.”

She rolled her eyes, “I wasn’t a servant today. You must not have noticed that I onlyserved you. That’s what any hostess would do.”

“But –”

She quickly kissed him, “Enough worrying, birthday boy.”

He smirked, “Do you and Kanti talk about the best way to shut me up?”

She giggled, “Maybe.”

His eyes focused on hers, “You are so beautiful.”

Her eyes dropped to the ground and she flushed, “Don…”

He tilted her face back up to his and kissed her softly, “Beautiful.”

Biting her bottom lip, she looked away briefly, trying to find some balance once more. Donovan remained as he was, watching her. He knew she was fighting her emotions, her feelings towards him. He was certainly cocky enough to enjoy it. And with George back in England… His hand dropped from her chin and rested on her knee, gently rubbing the silk of her skirt.

Her eyes returned to his, “I have something for you.”

“Oh?”

“Remain here,” she instructed, stood up, and hurried away.

His eyes went to the stars and he smiled. He had a slight buzz from the evening’s wine… or whatever it was they had been drinking since sundown. The pretty dancing girl sought his affections, away from everyone else. If only his birthday gift included her best friend and nudity, Donovan would surely never forget this birthday.

Returning with a small package, Sitara sat down next to him again. He stole a kiss from her lips before accepting the gift. Removing the silk scarf and happily looping it about her neck, Donovan opened the small, hand-carved wooden box and smirked. Inside were six, white, hand-rolled cigarettes. He did not have to pick them up to know they were not like her father’s cigars.

“Ah, how well you know me,” he grinned and plucked one from the box.

“It is really just a… pre-gift,” she stated, reaching into the lid of the box for a match to light his joint.

“Oh?” he responded before leaning back and inhaling the acrid smoke.

“The rest is inside. I’ll give it to you… later,” Sitara stated.

Rather than press her for whatever it was, he looped his arm around her and pulled her closer. He smoked two of the joints, back-to-back, sharing a bit of the smoke in a forbidden kiss with the dancing girl. She giggled a bit more readily, a thin veil separating them dropping away with her slight intoxication. She did not even protest when he cupped one of her breasts while snogging.

“Shall we… go… in?” she suggested between kisses.

“I think… yes,” he agreed.

They headed back towards the house, holding hands until Sitara could hear her father’s voice. She paused just outside the reach of the light of the candle lanterns, kissed his cheek, and instructed him to go to his room as soon as he could. She would bring his present there. Curious, Donovan wanted to rush directly to his room, but lingered with the few businessmen still socializing with Geoffrey after Sitara bid good night and left with a flutter of her skirts. Once he deemed it acceptable to excuse himself, Donovan thanked his host and turned in for the night.

Enjoying another of Sitara’s joints, Donovan barely had the chance to sit down before a knock sounded at his door. Getting back up, he crossed over the room to answer the door. He smiled as his eyes met Sitara’s before flicking down to the tray in her hands. Saying nothing, he stepped aside, motioning her in. Before he turned to close the door, he quickly stole a kiss from her and then allowed her to continue on with the tray of tea.

“Uh uh. Not so quick,” Kanti spoke up as he closed the door.

He stepped aside, holding the door open still as the older woman stepped in, carrying some sort of instrument in a case. Letting the women get settled, Donovan closed the door and leaned against it, smoking. Kanti set the case on his bed and returned to him. Without hesitation, she plucked the joint out of his fingers and took a couple of deep puffs before returning it. Refusing a kiss, she motioned at the case.

Stepping over to the bed, Donovan snapped it open. His mouth dropped open slightly. Inside the case rested an intricately painted sitar. His fingers cautiously touched the instrument, though he did not pick it up. Kanti and Sitara stepped up on either side of him; the younger handing him a cup of tea.

“Sita, this is beautiful,” he muttered and sipped the tea.

“You deserve to have your own. I saw you playing George’s whenever he’d let you,” she stated, her eyes focused on his face.

“Thank you,” he smiled.

Not entirely in the mood to play, he handed his cup to Kanti and closed the case. He accepted his cup back after setting the instrument aside, sat on the bed, and sipped the warm liquid once more. As it danced over his tongue and down his throat, Donovan realized it did not taste quite like anything he ever tasted before. He brushed it aside, as he was in the home of one of the larger tea magnets in the world, and instead glanced at the two women flanking him.

Feeling a weird sensation wash over his body, Donovan handed the teacup to Kanti before leaning in to kiss her. She returned his kiss with as much passion for a moment, before breaking away to set the teacup down. As she stepped away, he turned his wavering attention to Sitara, pulled her brusquely to him, and kissed her deeply. She smiled in the kiss and pressed him backwards onto the bed.

Her body began to grind against his as her mouth continued to battle his. With a sly smile, Kanti moved around the room, turning out all but a single, dim lamp near the bed. Feeling the weight of an additional body press down the bed, Donovan pulled out of the kiss with Sitara. A breath later, Kanti’s mouth crashed into his. Sitara moved to his other side and began to kiss his neck. He was in heaven between the two beautiful women. Focusing on Kanti’s kiss, he did not notice Sitara’s lips leave his skin until the kiss ended and another cup of tea was pressed towards him. Drinking it dutifully, he smiled when Sitara kissed and licked the dribbles from his lips.

Though he was not aware of it happening, Donovan suddenly realized Kanti no longer wore a top. Before he could sit up to kiss and cup her breasts, Sitara leaned across him and did exactly what he planned to do. His eyes widened, his smirk turned into a grin, and he folded his hands under his head to watch the two women. Sitara’s mouth left Kanti’s breasts and kissed her mouth. The older woman’s hands danced up her back and unzipped her top. Kanti ended the kiss to lavish the same attention on the heiress’s breasts.

With his loose cotton pants clearly tented with his erection from watching the two women make out over him, Donovan slowly sat back up. Each hand cupped one of the women’s breasts, his thumbs tracing their pert nipples, as he sloppily tried to kiss both of them. With little grace, he laid back down, bringing Sitara down with him, still locked in a kiss. As the younger woman remained to his side kissing him, the older one carefully removed his pants. Donovan groaned into his kiss with Sitara as Kanti began to kiss and lick and suck on his erection.

Though he did not understand how, both women were suddenly completely nude, save for various bangles and jewels. His mouth kissed and nibbled any caramel-colored skin he could, feeling two pairs of lips dancing over his naked body as well. Feeling a moan against his stomach, he glanced down and groaned himself. Sitara was making her way towards his cock, but stopped as she was overcome with emotion. Kanti’s mouth licked and plundered the dancer’s sex from behind. He wanted so badly to be inside one of the women, but he did not want to interrupt their lovemaking either.

“Kanti,” he mumbled, drawing her eyes up to his.

He knew he did not need to say anything to her, that she would read the desire in his eyes. She stopped sucking on Sitara’s wet sex and quickly kissed him, leaving the sweet, musky taste of her best friend on his tongue. Her lips kissed quickly to his ear.

“Do you want me or do you want her virginity?”

He groaned, unable to voice a response as Sitara’s mouth circled his cock. Kanti glanced down and smirked, doing and saying nothing for a few moments, enjoying Donovan’s groans at Sitara’s actions.

Her eyes went back to his, “Me or her.”

“Oh fuck, I don’t…. uhhhh…”

With a flurry of activity, the women switched positions. Not saying a word, Kanti sank down onto his erection as Sitara practically sat on his face. Donovan needed no instructions and quickly began to kiss and lick her sex as her best friend gyrated on top of him. The two women kissed and fondled each other breasts, soft moans passing their lips every few breaths.

Unexplainably, Kanti no longer rode his cock. A moment later, Sitara reached her orgasm, coating his chin and mouth with her honey. Suddenly, she no longer sat astride his face but lay on her back beside him. Kanti leaned over and kissed his wet mouth, her hand briefly stroking his cock.

“Now… take her,” she breathed against his mouth.

With a groan, Donovan rolled away from Kanti and on top of Sitara. He held her legs open and pressed forward, the tip of his cock slipping into her wet entrance. Gently pushing into her tight body until he felt resistance of her virginity, Donovan looked down into her eyes for encouragement. She smiled up at him just as Kanti moved behind him and kissed his neck. With a groan, he thrust forward, pushing deep into her body. She gasped in pain, but at Kanti’s urging, he did not stop moving. Soon the room filled with the music of lust as three bodies winded around each other.

“Ohhhh… I’m gonna…” Donovan grunted as he thrust into… someone’s body.

He felt fingers pull him out of the tight, wet, warm sheath clutching him. Those same fingers danced up and down his glossy cock. With a few throaty grunts, his body tensed and shot white sticky streams. Only once the fingers stopped dancing on his cock did Donovan roll onto his back and glance at his two lovers. Both women quickly leaned over and kissed him, before turning their attentions back to each other. He turned on his side and smirked, watching the two women lick his semen off each other. A groan passed his lips as they shifted to lick and finger each other to orgasm.

Watching their erotic actions, Donovan’s cock once more became tumescent. With little pause, he straddled Sitara’s head and thrust into Kanti’s body. She moaned into Sitara’s sex but continued to lick and thrust her fingers into her friend’s slippery body. With Sitara’s tongue lapping at Kanti’s sex and his own alternatively, Donovan quickly orgasmed. His cock barely had a chance to soften as he moved away for Sitara’s tongue quickly lapped up his milky mess from Kanti’s sex.

He knew it was going to be a long night. And perhaps the best birthday ever.



Waking closer to dinnertime than breakfast, Donovan groaned. His head felt as if outweighed his entire body, held down by his thick, dry tongue. Ever so slowly, he rolled out of bed and headed over to the dresser where a tray with a teacup rested. Automatically lifting it to his lips, despite knowing it was long cold, he sipped the remainders of the liquid.

And promptly spat it back into the cup, a grimace on his face.

Whatever the tea had been, remaining untouched overnight had not done it any favors. It was bitter and musty, almost like a strong piece of hash. Deciding a quick toke of the joints given to him the night before by Sitara would chase away his hangover from hell, Donovan turned on the lights and searched his room for the small wooden box. Finding it on the nightstand, he lit up a joint and inhaled deeply before glancing around.

His eyes landed on the sitar in its case resting against a small armchair and he quickly smiled. It had been a very thoughtful and likely expensive gift. He would have to thank Sitara once more, as soon as he was presentable. Glancing down at himself, Donovan’s brows furrowed. He could have sworn he was naked upon falling asleep. In fact, he was certain he had been naked with the two Indian beauties upon sleeping. He had notgone to bed in his pants.

Joint perched between his lips, he approached his bed. His eyes quickly glanced over the bedcovers as he shifted them about, looking for any sign the women had been there with him. Specifically, he was looking for the stain from Sitara’s lost virginity. All he saw were white stains on the cotton sheets where he had woken.

Concerned, he quickly dressed while finishing the joint and hurried out of his room. Without pause, he slipped into the women’s quarters, certain he would find Sitara somewhere in them. He passed through half a dozen rooms before discovering her outside in her courtyard, painting a flower in the nearby garden. Kanti lounged on a pile of pillows nearby, idly thumbing through a book.

Clearly his throat to gain their attention, Donovan stepped out into the courtyard.

Sitara looked up first, “Good morning – or should I say afternoon? – Donovan.”

“Good morning, love,” he responded, stepping closer. “Quite a night we had, no?”

“It was a splendid party. I’m glad you had a good time.”

His hand gently rested on her shoulder, massaging it slightly, as he softly muttered, “I meant the after-party.”

Kanti sat up, her interest piqued, “What after-party?”

He glanced over at her, “Last night… in my room.”

“We brought you the sitar and some tea. That wasn’t much of an after-party,” she commented.

“Didn’t we…”

“You drank half a cup of your tea and were out like that,” Kanti snapped. “It took both of us to get you properly in bed.”

He glanced down at Sitara, “You mean we didn’t…?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Kanti and I left you in your bed and went to bed ourselves.”

Donovan’s hand left her shoulder and he paced away, trying to connect his memories with what the women were claiming. It could not be true. At all. It was all so vivid. He could practically feel Sitara’s tight body clenching around his as he thrust into her. His body was even beginning to react to the memories. It had to be true.

“But last night,” he turned to face the two women once more, “you and you and me… we…”

“Nothing,” Kanti declared. “I was hoping to fool around for a while, after Sitara left, but you were completely out of it. So I went to bed with her.”

“With her?” his eyes brightened.

Kanti rolled her eyes, “Not like that.”

“Oh,” he paused. “So we didn’t… you know?”

“No.”

His eyes went to Sitara, “And we didn’t… you know?”

She flushed, “No.”

“But… I vividly remember…”

“Nothing happened,” Kanti stated again. “Nothing at all.”

“But… then… why…?” he sat on a stone bench, sighing.

“You can’t hold your liquor,” the older woman suggested.

“I’ve never had issues before,” Donovan claimed.

Kanti’s eyes flicked to Sitara, noticing she had been very silent for the past few minutes. Deciding her best friend had some idea as to the root of Donovan’s problems but finding it enjoyable that he seemed so out of sorts, she remained silent. The Scottish musician continued to mumble incoherently for a few moments, seemingly trying to figure it out on his own.

Unable to bear it any more, Sitara left her easel and sat on the bench next to Donovan, grasping his hand, “Remember when we first met and I asked you about your funnycigarettes?”

“Vaguely,” he replied.

“And I told you that we don’t really smoke it here, but ingest it otherwise?”

He nodded slightly, “Kinda.”

“Last night, in honor of your birthday, I brewed you a cup of bhang. I increased its potency, thinking it would be needed because of your smoking, or else you would not feel anything from it at all. I did not consider you would be drinking with my father most of the night or that you would smoke three joints prior to the cup,” Sitara explained softly. “And then you drank the tea more quickly than I would have recommended, even without those other factors. I… I am sorry, Donovan. I did not mean for it to… I apologize.”

The Scottish musician stared at her for a moment before grinning. His hands surrounded her face and he kissed her quickly. Sitara stared at him, confusion all over her face.

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to apologize,” he declared, pausing. “That was the single best trip I have ever been on. I want to do it again.”