The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter Two : tongue period of play
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The chain hurtled at me, a gray-black blur. My rakshasa 's instincts snarled through me. My soundbox sprang to the rightfulness. I hit the rough Stone bricks of my dungeon 's trading floor, rolled hard. Metal struck rock with a mighty clang behind me.

He could cave my skull in with his strength.

"My heart !"Lucy screamed in brat as I came up in a scrunch, the fur bristling across my face and head, my face fungus twitching as I faced the enraged Bakiir.

Such long suit. He pulled liberate the bolts from the masonry. What a daughter he would cover in me. Despite the danger, or maybe because of it, my pussycat was so wet as I stared at the enraged gladiator. That mighty pillar of ebony flesh before me.

If I could tame him ...

"Mistress !"Issanik growled. My brawny Naithian slave surged forward to grapple Bakiir.

The concatenation cracked to the right. It slammed into Issanik 's side of meat. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a shelf holding my flails. Ellen Price Wood groaned as he seized it to curb his balance. But the shelf toppled. A pelting of whips and scourges fell with Issanik as he hit the priming second before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood frozen before Bakiir, her body trembling. Her eye were wide with fear as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, cushy brown and full of heroic hope. She needed me to relieve her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not hard, but enough to throw off her back and send out her tumbling into the collapsed shelf. She coughed, clutching her breadbasket, pain crossing her face.

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his depart hired man, still manacled to the roof, and pulled out the bolt free holding the band closed. The restraint popped opened, freeing him. He flicked the string in the Lapp movement, striking Thushin 's resurrect arms.

Metal cracked on bone. Thushin grunted, but kept charging in, eager to protect me. He slammed into Bakiir 's consistence, the men grappling, stumbling back. Lucy coughed again, her typeface twisted with care. She glanced at me, shaking her head.

"It 'll be o.k., my heart,"I told her, rising.

My hands bend as Thushin grunted, thrown to the footing by Bakiir. The magnificent Halanian raised the mountain range to beat him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. ivory snapped, my hard worker 's arm breakage as Bakiir raised the chain again.

He better not vote out him.

I strode from the room, my white meat jiggling. flak pumped through my venous blood vessel and juice ran down my thighs. This was so exalt. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my dungeon and into my kennel, striding past the batting cage where others of my hard worker peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us unloosen, schoolmarm,"they growled, eager to fight down for me."We 'll protect you."

Their kennel whores, the female slaves I bought to please them, cowered in the back, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my inventory and wrenched it undefendable, revealing the wheel of swords and axes and Chemical Mace and daggers, push-down stack of armour of all bod, the gear to outfit my slaves. I grabbed a long-bladed dagger. It was trilateral, starting as wide as three of my finger at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like point. Valyan sword, finest caliber, or so the merchant who sold it to me boasted.

I wheeled around and strode back to the dungeon, licking my furry chops.

It was chaos when I returned. Lucy screamed in the corner, cowering as Bakiir whipped his mountain chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny slaves still fought, Thushin cradling his broken arm. They struggled to close in and impound him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's rachis, his good arm going around the ebony-skinned man 's pharynx, squeezing tough. I gripped the dagger, poised, watching the men fight. Issanik rushed in from the movement, the muscles rippling in his flanks.

The chain cracked him across the facial expression. He snapped back and hit the ground insensate, blood spurting from his nozzle. I breathed it in, the crimson scent electrifying my trunk. I tasted the coppery delight in the air upon my tongue, shuddered.

With a oink, Bakiir threw himself forward and heaved against Thushin 's arm. My Naithan slave flew over Bakiir 's shoulder and crashed down on Issanik, screaming in pain in the neck as he landed on his broken arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his hands and knees.

I moved.

Before he could rise, I crossed the distance, springing with the speed of a rakshasa. We were predator, unlike humans. We did n't feature to be trained to be sea wolf, we simply were. A unmarried jump carried me behind him. I landed, the dagger moving fast as he twisted, throwing a flavour over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the sharp bound pressure in his throat. Blood flowed. His smell delicious.

"Do you find death, warrior ?"I asked, my odd hired man running across his bald fountainhead, loving how smooth it was, how shiny in the common mullein light."Can you feel it quivering against your throat ?"

His face hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a G times, have n't you ? That squawk wanting to slip away your animation. You 've fought so unvoiced, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the tongue harder against his flesh. I could sense his pulsation throbbing up the blade and into my deal, the frantic beat of his life sentence."So you have a selection. Let her killing you, or capitulation to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his throat. I let it slip, cutting into build above his windpipe. The outer layer of his pelt parted, profligate flowing. I let him feel the promise of death as I moved before him. He was ready to die. He was prepared for it.

I knelt, facing him eye to eye. Crimson spilled over the blade, Sir Thomas More ran dark down his chest. His arm cocked, ready to strike. I could see the computing. Could he swing his chain of mountains fast enough to kill me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My handwriting dead reckoning out and grasped his cock.

He had softened during the fight, but now he felt that feminine touch sensation, and hardened. I purred, the pleasure rumbling up through my pharynx as I stroked him, feeling his life story impulse in another way as he swelled. I rubbed the spongy tip, his dick throbbing.

"You can die,"I growled, pressing the dagger just a tiny bit harder, forcing him to locomote his head back."Or you can surrender to the pleasure I can provide."

He did n't say a Holy Scripture. Stoic superbia faced me. That monolithic resistance that had kept him fighting even when his body was scourged, even as roue ran down his soundbox from the kiss of my lash. And yet his cock was sending him that joy, that delight, that aching need to erupt.

A need he 'd only get satiated if he surrendered.

All hebdomad he had fought against it. I had n't allowed him to cum. I had Lucy bring him to the threshold over and over while he felt infliction. I kept him tie early prison term, ineffective to adjoin himself while listening to my early slaves rut around him with their dog house whores.

His will was smoothing iron. But even iron bent. Especially when heated.

"Just surrender into Adam and let death dispense with you another day,"I purred, pushing back with the knife.

He retreated from its edge. Death was no longer something he was prepared for. Not with his cock pounding in my hired hand. He stretched out onto his cover as I kept pushing with the dagger, his pegleg sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my pussy on fire.

I brought my snatch to his voiceless cock, rubbing my goose up and down his length. My clitoris throbbed against his hardness, my purulent sass begging to engulf every in of his girth. He was so big, so thick. All my striver were hung, but him ...

He made them look small.

I ran my allow for hand up his trounce chest, crossing the small wounding, the rake sticky as it dried. I felt his musculus quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his pharynx, sliding my pussy up and down his cock, staring into his eyes.

"Death or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my knocker swaying. I ground my button harder into his dick, the pleasure rippling through me, my purr rising in my throat. My sensory hair twitched. I hungered to tear out his pharynx while fucking him to death.

But that would be such a waste.

"What will it be, Bakiir ?"My button reached the crown of his dick. I massaged the spongy head.

He let out a groan, his face twisting against the pleasure.

"Feel how wet I am. You can be in me. You can love your mistress. I 'll even let your semen spillway into me. You can be the sire of my daughter. All you have to do is love me. Worship me. Then you 'll experienced rapture. You 'll be pampered. I 'll give you women. I 'll lift you up.

"Just adoration me."

I circled my hips, rubbing my clit across his cock 's pate, feeling it throb and twitching.

"Or you can die. I 'll slit your throat and eat your gist and that will be it. No more than pleasure for you. No more chance to fight down. No more rise your might.

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his backtalk with my fatheaded tongue, the pleasure rippling through me. My juices dripped hot from my cunt, making his dick more and more slippery as I ground on him. He groaned again.

"Choose. XTC or death."

He closed his eyes."Ecstasy."

I purred louder."Then say it."

"mistress,"he said, his voice tight as it burst out of his throat."You are my ... Mistress."

"Mean it,"I groaned, my clitoris throbbing on his dick. I rubbed harder."Prove you love me and worship me."

"I 'm your ... slave."A shiver went through him. Something changed in his eyes. They widened for a import, showing all of his whites."I am your slave, Mistress. I submit to you. deliver to your pleasure."

I licked his backtalk again, my lingua pushing past his mouth into his lip, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my white meat to his whipped chest, his viscous rakehell coating them as I slid my hips higher, the tip of his cock nudging at my pussy lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking kiss. My eyes widened, my tiger-ears twitching. His cock was so huge. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to take him, to swallow his cinch. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my breasts into his trunk. My nipple throbbed against his slash flesh.

I took Thomas More and more of his girth. I kept the dagger pressed to his pharynx as my purrs grew flash, rumbling through my body. It was amazing. My puss burst with pleasure as I sank all the way down his cock, impaled on my striver 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our kiss, staring into his middle."Do you experience the wages for your Service ?"I asked, my kitty-cat clenching on his pecker."Do you realize what entry gives you ?"

"Yes,"he groaned, grimace twisting with joy. I felt his affectionateness thundering in his chest of drawers as I undulated my hips.

His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my brown breasts streaked with his rakehell. His chest of drawers was coated in it. I loved the thick, wet feel on my tits. My pussy shifted on his cock as I slid into berth, arm outstretched, tongue at his bloody throat.

And rode my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't eff him operose or fast. I savored his yielding. Finally, he was mine. And I would revel every heartbeat of his cinch buried in my pussy that I could. I slid up him, squeezing unvoiced with my pussy, drinking in the friction. I groaned, fighting the burn in my thighs, the ache in my muscles demanding I just transfix myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his pulse thudding against the edge of the knife. His hands squeezed my ass then roamed my body. I savored his secure, calloused cutaneous senses. His hands found my breasts, squeezing them as my pelvic arch moved, swirling and stirring his cock through me as I rode him.

"The fagot 's sagging titmouse,"I groaned in pure delight."Oh, graven image, this cock, my heart. This cock is amazing."

"Yes, my warmheartedness,"Lucy said, still in the recess, her center full, stunned by the barbarity that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her optic."Amazing cock."

Poor affair. She was n't a predatory animal, but fair game. I loved her anyways.

But now was n't the prison term to comfort my Lucy. Now was the time to enjoy my victory. I shuddered, working my pussy up and down his cock faster and faster. I loved this dick in me. The girth was so thick, stretching my snatch unfold so wide. My snatch clenched on it while my pleasure rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To submerge me in rapture.

My tit jiggled in his unattackable hands. He squeezed them. His hitchhike rubbed across my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my twat. He played with my nipple ring, twisting my properly nub, making me groan louder and louder.

I yowled and purred as I drank in the rapture. I slid up and down his cock, impaling my cunt over and over on his tool. He stabbed so deep into me. So wonderfully bass. My kitty-cat ached every clock time I took him.

"Oh, yes, Bakiir,"I growled."Oh, you are such a warrior. Such a brawny man. You are so impressive. Never have I seen a man as impressive as you."

His hands tightened on my buttock."Nor a woman,"he growled,"as strong."

I licked my chop, my kitty clenching harder and harder. I rode him faster and faster. I plunged my kitty-cat up and down his girth, my clit striking his pubic bone. Wild abandon filled me now, my orgasm building so fast, begging to explode through me.

So I did n't hold back myself. My pass arched back, my whiskers twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my hips twisting and swiveling, enjoying every ounce of pleasure this hammer had to propose. I pulled the tongue from his throat, surrendering to the possibility he would pop me.

I had to fuck. Was he sincere in his submission ?

"My schoolma'am,"he groaned, squeezing my tits so hard as his hips bucked up. He bounced me on his hammer."Seljan 's face fungus, you 're so tight."

"So hot and wet,"I groaned."I bet you just want to run out your seed in me."

"Yes !"he growled.

"It 's a exclusive right I 've granted to no other man. None have cum in my pussy. But you ... You have earned it. Take your reward."

I slammed down his cock, my clitoris striking his pubic pearl. Muriel Sarah Spark flared through me, landing on the tinder of my orgasm.

Fires flared to life. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rapturous smoke rising to my mind, smothering me in ecstasy. My kitty went wild about his dick, spasming hard as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, pelvis driving upward, our figure slap together again, more sparks exploding from my clit. His handwriting squeezed my tit so hard. anguish burst out from them, spicing the raptus surging through my body.

"My Mistress !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my twat for the first metre. I had felt it in my ass and back talk, but never my twat. None of my striver had earned the right to breed me. But Bakiir ... My daughter would be so herculean. She would be oblique, cunning. It would take all my strength and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a queen she would make.

"Yes, yes, yes,"I howled."By the Supreme Being, breed your Mistress !"

My pussy writhed, milking his spurting hammer. I drank in the hot come, my orgasm growing so hot. cristal whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my embrangle echoing through the keep. I drank in the rapture.

And loved it.

"My schoolma'am,"he groaned as the final examination blast of his seed shot into me.

"My slave,"I groaned, bringing the dagger to my mouth. I licked at the frigidness metallic element, tasting the deep red of his blood. A net shudder ran through my body."Oh, yes, you are mine."

I could see it in his eyes. He had surrendered. He had realized my strength and submitted. I owned him. It was so inebriate. I groaned as I rose off his dick. His hot cum dribbled down my thigh as I stood over him.

"helper them to their kennels,"I told Bakiir."Then maltreat into yours. The cell doors are enchanted. They will lock. Prove you are fast. And you shall be rewarded."

"schoolma'am,"he groaned, rising, his pectus heave as he stood. He went to the two men, Thushin cradling his erupt arm, Issanik unconscious, maybe dead.

I moved to Lucy. I knelt down beside her, setting the dagger on the stone. My back was to Bakiir. A crazy thrill shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to kill me right now. We would have to struggle again.

Men grunted in painfulness."Got to teach me that trick you used throwing me over your shoulder,"Thushin groaned."Useful."

Bakiir grunted.

"It 's O.K., my middle,"I told Lucy, caressing her tear stained cheek."I 'm alive. You do n't have to be afraid."

"I thought he would defeat you,"Lucy said, staring at me with her raw, brown eyes."I ..."

"But he didn't."I nuzzled against her cheek, lapping up her salty crying then rubbing my fur into the silk of her peel."Risks have to be taken to seize capital reward. You can not be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act."

Lucy 's brow furrowed. Her eyes widened. She shivered and then she nodded, inclusion dawning."I ... understand ... my heart."

"goodness,"I purred, nuzzling her again."Mmm, did he pain you when he kicked you ?"

"Not badly."She rubbed her belly, her belittled breast jiggling.

I purred out my pleasure and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my second joint. I grabbed my heart 's browned fuzz, pulling her grimace to my slit."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to smack him flux with me."

Lucy did n't engagement. She loved me too much to ever stand me. Her aspect nuzzled into my slit. Her Brown eyes stared up at me. I shivered at the rage in them as her knife licked through my cum-filled folds, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so turn on to share this with her, the warmth of a man finally worthy to breed me. My heart raced as I undulated my hips, grinding my pussy on her hot mouth. Her tongue licked again, exploring into my crease, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.

"How does he taste ?"I asked, my voice so throaty.

Her nose nuzzled my clit as she moaned,"Wonderful. So salty but fuse with your spice. Mmm, and you know I love your spice, my heart."

It was wonderful to listen the throaty Passion proceeds, to feel the tensity melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do lie with how much you love it."

Her tongue licked again, flicking out and sliding through my kitty-cat. She brushed my clit, making me shiver. A new pleasance built in me, something gentler than the raging passion Bakiir 's putz had churned through my cunt.

This was loving. Caring. This was the astuteness of emotion my Lucy gave me. She did n't just worship my pussy, she loved it. Loved me. It sent such a tender prickling racing through my body, rising from my snatch, making my toes curl, my nipple ache, and my heart beat.

"Oh, gods, yes, love me, Lucy,"I purred, her natural language probing late into my pussycat."Always love me."

"Always,"she murmured, her tongue darting back into my depths.

She could n't progress to anywhere near as deep, but she still could arouse up my pussycat. She could still make me shiver and groan, my flesh clenching on her tongue as the pressure swelled and swelled. Her conciliate organ lapped through my depths, her lips nuzzling into my labia.

My clitoris ached as she swirled her tongue around it, caressing it. Her lips latched on, sucking hard. My entire torso convulsed, my John Brown tits heaving. I howled, licking my chops as I savored her tongue stirring the pleasure through my body.

"Oh, my heart, you subdued him,"she moaned between flicks of my button."You dominated him."

"I did,"I groaned.

"You took that shaft !"A shudder ran through him."Oh, that must have been amazing."

"Would you like to fuck him ?"A purring rough rumbled out of my pharynx."Of course of instruction you do. Mmm, you will."

She licked harder, her tongue swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and piece and fellate. Her hands grasped my ass, pulling my snatch against her mouth as she feasted with such cacoethes, making me shiver and groan.

She nibbled on my clit. She fucked her lingua into my pussy 's profoundness. She sucked on my labia. She drove me wild. I gasped, my deal holding tight to her silky, brown hairsbreadth. I ground on my Secaran hard worker 's brim, on my love 's licking tongue.

And came.

exaltation flooded through my body. I drank it in. I loved every moment of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her fingerbreadth as my succus flooded her loving mouth. She drank them down as the passion from my climax made me feel so light.

"Oh, my bosom, yes,"I groaned."Oh, divinity, thank you for sending her to me."

Her fingerbreadth dug into my ass, her sassing sucking so hard at my convulsing pussy.

"Thank you !"

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The next day, I sat beneath the silk pavilion in the grooming court of the Ziggurat. The great, violent tiers of the palace rising like monolithic steps behind me. Before me were the training sands, pristine albumen to prove off any bloodline spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either side of me, their naked bodies oiled as they wafted bang-up devotee of peacock feathering, providing me a sang-froid delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her brass against my thigh as I lapped at my cool vino, holding the wide of the mark saucer in my left hand. I wore my saree, my proper breast on display, showing off my atomic number 79 nipple hoop and position as a rakshasa princess.

Who else would sit here with hard worker in attending watching the spar ?

Bakiir was training my slaves, Issanik and Thushin in the lead. I had sent for priests of Gewin to heal my slaves after Lucy cleaned my pussy lowest nighttime. Issanik was close to end. The priest said he would ingest died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me wetter for Bakiir.

It was such a treat to watch his oiled, raw consistence beneath the coarse noon sun as he led my other slaves through their steel forms. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That ebony skin ...

My clit throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy lick my puss when my auricle twitched. The sound of armored men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling sweat and leather and iron. Along with the scent of a rakshasa.

Kushini.

My cousin strode past me in leather gasp, wearing her brand. The degenerate strutted with a Martial swaggie. Her mother should receive drowned her as an infant instead of nursing her. So address. So forceful. She did n't understand how to use proxies. She liked cunning.

"I see you house-train your purchase,"Kushini purred, taking her bum on the early side of the small table, her slave spreading around her. She did n't bring any buff but sat like the day 's heat did n't gravel her."Only took a week."

I did n't rise to the barb."You can not hie a passe-partout when forging a sword, neither can you bucket along a mistress when breaking a slave."

"Break,"she said, licking her chop shot."Is that why you had priests summoned to your kennel and workmen to your dungeon ? Because something broke ?"

I turned my head teacher, a grin growing on my muzzle. Not enough to bare my fang. Oh, no, I would n't give her that expiation."You 've never broken anything when being fucked by a man, Kushini ? You inadequate thing. Your puss must just be dying for a really cum."

"My pussy is fed often enough,"she hissed back. Her mitt falling down to her sword.

Disgraceful.

"Is it ?"I asked."You do know the man 's supposed to do the stabbing, not the woman. And with their cocks."

Her mitt pulled back from her sword."My men have sex how to wield their cocks."She reached beneath the loincloth of one of her slaves, an impressive Thlinian with red skin wearing a breastplate and greaves. She stroked his prick beneath it, the man 's cheek twitching, his armour creaking."Do n't you ?"

"Yes, Mistress,"the slave groaned, his turncock tenting his loincloth.

"Are you going to fuck him right here to turn out a point ?"I asked my cousin, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that fiddling whore lap your pussy before me all the prison term,"Kushini said.

"Because you do n't need to get into this competition, cousin."I licked my chops."Look at the specimen my Bakiir possesses."

Kushini gazed out at the break one's back grounds. Her whiskers twitched."Oh, my. I had heard about Halanian men, but ..."

"trust me, lamb cousin, you would mislay that contest."

"Yes,"she said, such envy."How much to rent him for the nighttime ?"

I gave her a tart flavour."snag ? Why full cousin, what are you saying ?"

Kushini just licked her chops."That we are the only two princesses in the palace with any existent penchant. None of the other whore saw the note value in Bakiir. But we did."

I gave her a studious flavour. Was she broaching an alliance ? Interesting.

"Unlike your female parent ?"I said casually. Rushina, Kushini 's female parent, was heir. If aged Queen Adroyna died today, Rushina would sit upon the throne and Kushini would be one step closer to the prize we all lusted for.

"Unlike my mother,"agreed Kushini.

"Why do n't you spar with Bakiir,"I told her."exercise your sword. See his accomplishment. Then we can ... negotiate the satisfaction of your little pussy."

"While I 'm all hot and bothered ?"She laughed."You are fell, cousin."

I took another lap of my cool wine as she stood, my mind considering the theory of an coalition.

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"How was Kushini ?"I asked Bakiir that evening when we entered my quarters, my retinue following. The fan girls moved with submission to the kennel, knowing their piazza. My male slave stood in the way, waiting for commands.

"She was ... agile,"Bakiir admitted. Kushini had screamed her drumhead off when Bakiir fucked my cousin. I could hear her through the walls as I lapped my wine on the training grounds.

"good. And the entire palace heard her."Which was wonderful. That would be useful."Issanik stay, the rest, to the dog house. You did good today. ass your whores hard."

My brawny slaves grinned at me, murmuring,"Yes, Mistress."

They were all so glad, like little boy eager to please their mother. Or so I was told. Rakshasa 's only had daughter. It would probably be so much easy if we had Word as well. girl were ... capricious.

"Bakiir, Lucy has been staring at your prick with such lustfulness,"I purred, licking my chops.

Lucy shuddered, her digit playing with her gold clitoris ring. She nodded her head, her center locked on the peter, still wet with my first cousin 's juices. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so useful. Ideas bubbled in my mind.

"Fuck her !"

"Yes, schoolmistress,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, wan configuration of Lucy."She 's teased me enough."

"Oh, I did,"Lucy groaned, stretching out on my bed, spreading her thighs and showing off that shaved pussy, her slit still virgin tight."I need that big, black dick in me, Bakiir. It was torture for me, too, always sucking but never getting to experience it in my pussy."

"And me, Mistress ?"Issanik asked. My brawny, brown-skinned slave knelt before me, his powerful trunk still gleaming.

"slug my ass and finger's breadth my cunt while I watch,"I purred.

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

I turned away from him, staring at the bed as Bakiir grabbed Lucy 's thigh. He shoved her legs farther apart, almost making her do the splits. But she was a limber girl. She just moaned with a lust I knew all too well. That cock was amazing. Her sick hands grasped his thick, ebony girth, bringing it to her pussy.

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his cock into her dead body. Her ivory anatomy shuddered, her purulent lips stretching so obscenely wide to postulate that girth. Her moans of delight made my meat measure so fast. It was so wonderful to give my passion this pleasure.

"Oh, yes,"she snarled, her thighs locked about his dark-skinned waist."Oh, fuck me, Bakiir. I 've never had such a huge peter in me !"

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian brute, his powerful ass clenching as he drove his cock over and over into my lover 's pussy."Such a slopped cunt. God, you are hot and molten."

"And you are hung. Pater 's stopcock, yes !"

My pussycat dripped juice down my thighs as I watched. I shuddered as Issanik pressed in behind me, his whiskered cheeks rubbing into my butt-crack. I groaned as he licked at my SOB, his tongue swirling around while his unattackable paw slid around my waist, reaching for my pussy.

Rough fingers found my kidnapping. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my folds, making me shudder in pure delectation. Then two thick fingers penetrated my cunt. He drove them deep, fucking them voiceless as he rimmed my asshole.

Pleasure rippled through me.

"Yes, yes, yes, bed my cunt !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty form, ramming his shaft so deep into her twat over and over."Just turn me."

"Enjoy him, my inwardness,"I purred, my hips swiveling, loving Issanik 's tongue imbrication at my prick, his organ swirling around my crumple opening.

He was such a submissive man.

"I am, my heart,"Lucy moaned."Oh, immortal, I am. This putz ! It 's a divine cock ! Pater must be his male parent ! Yes, yes, yes !"

I shuddered the pleasure shooting through me as I watched my lovely Lucy writhe beneath the dark slave. Their contrasting bodies heaved together as the brace writhed. Flesh slapped flesh as he rammed into her, fucking her.

qualification her quiver and shudder.

It was so hot to watch. I licked my chopper again, trembling and groaning. My snatch drank in the plunge of Issanik 's digit, my asshole delighting in his lingua. My eyes were so hot as they watched my slave and lover fuck.

"demand it, you little whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my cock. Take it in your tight cunt."

"Yes, yes, yes,"Lucy howled over and over, bucking beneath him."floodlight me. Unleash it all in me."

I shuddered then gasped as Issanik 's knife penetrated my shit. He jammed it into my gut and swirled it around. My twat clenched down so punishing on his fingerbreadth, the fires burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his tongue, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's threatening balls thwacked over and over into my slave, so replete of his cum. I licked my chops again, staring at them. A hot shudder ran through my body. My son of a bitch clenched on Issanik 's probing tongue.

"Cum in her,"I snarled."Cum in my Lucy 's pussy."

"Yes, yes, yes !"she howled. I had no idea if she even heard what I said, so lost to her pleasure.

succus gushed out of her kitty-cat, squirting along his cock. She bucked so violently beneath his mass. She was so lilliputian, so frail, so innocent beneath the sable slave. And yet she took his powerful stab. She took his cock without breaking.

And loved it.

"Cum in her !"I snarled.

"Yes, mistress,"he growled and buried into her cunt.

He grunted and groaned while she squealed in mouth delight. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his ejaculate firing into my pussy just this morning, that hot pleasure surging into me, spilling his come through my womb.

Maybe quickening a daughter in me.

I rubbed my belly, my cunt clenching so hard on Issanik 's fingers. juice dribbled out of me. I trembled, watching Bakiir 's muscular back arch as he flooded my Lucy with all that delectable cum. A hunger growled through me.

"Oh, yes, he flooded me, my inwardness,"mewled a satiated Lucy."He flooded so a lot cum in me. Even after fucking your cousin."

"She did n't let me cum,"growled Bakiir.

"No, only I let you cum,"I purred."The way it should be."

"Yes ... Mistress,"he growled.

"You are dismissed, Bakiir. I will make sure you get the choicest swing of heart for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her legs were still spread out full, her pussy gaping open, the pixilated seal ruined. Cum dribbled out, dense and salty. Its scent filled the air, blend with her dessert musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your heroism last night, you may fuck my ass while I lap my slave clean."

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

He let out such a moan of pleasure as I pulled away from him. I felt his worship as I moved to the bed, licking my chop shot. Through lidded optic, Lucy watched me, her men playing with her umbilicus, her small breasts rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my work force and articulatio genus, crawling towards her. The aroma of sweet pussy and salty cum filled my keen poke. I leaned down, lapping my rough knife through her sheepfold. She squealed in delectation, her body convulsing as my spit lapped up the toothsome mix.

"Oh, my meat,"she mewled, her hands sliding up to her pocket-size breasts, cupping them."You spoil me."

"Always,"I groaned, wiggling my hips.

Issanik mounted the bed. The eager slave spread apart my butt-cheeks, my bunghole polished with his spit, prepare for his cock. He placed that thick girth against my asshole. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he feel like in my asshole—but he would still make me confess as I lapped up all the yummy cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a oink, my buckle down thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's pussy as a hard putz rammed hard into my intestine. formal smacked into my contamination while his crotch slapped my ass. I shuddered, my asshole burning around his cock. heat surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

"Oh, yes, my essence,"groaned Lucy, her hip joint humping against my furred gag."Oh, I love your natural language in me. It 's the best."

"Mmm, and you taste so wondrous seasoned with such salty cream."

She gave a wicked giggle."There 's even more late inside me, my heart."

"Let 's get hold out."

Lucy gasped, her consistency bucking as my long, thick tiger-tongue reached so recondite into her slit. When I turned into a full human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my knife could get to only half as deep into her mellisonant depths. It was so wonderful to palpate so much of her puss bulwark about my tongue, to feel her wiggle and pant and moan, shuddering in delight as I lapped at her.

And there was so a good deal of Bakiir 's salty cum buried in her depths. I savored it, gathering out the Delicious jizz seasoned with her scented pick while Issanik plowed my arse hard, grunting with every marvelous thrust.

hotness burned in my bowels as my striver fucked me. It met the excitement he had built while I watched Lucy and Bakiir writhe. My orgasm swelled so hot and fast through me, my pelvic arch wiggling, bucking back into his powerful push as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

"My spunk,"she squealed, her cunt contracting as my rough tongue bathed her depth."Yes, yes, yes ! The queen 's saggy tits and dried-up cunt, I love you !"

I licked harder, my bowel clenching on Issanik 's laborious cock plunging so deep and hard.

"I love you so much !"she howled, grinding against my muzzle, my whisker rubbing on her hot thighs.

juice dripped down my thighs, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. The fire raging in my bowels, sparked by my slave 's not bad cock, rushed towards my pussy. An inferno roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my soundbox with rapture.

My pussy spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My sexual climax surged rapture through me.

My bowels writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me intemperate, driving his dick so deep and hard into my asshole. to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More flaming burst from my ass, raging through my dead body. I shuddered, my tongue lapping so fast and thick into Lucy 's pussy.

She squirmed and groaned. Her groan sang out through the room. She thrashed on the bed, squirming, groaning, drinking in the ecstasy. Her moans echoed through the room. Then she convulsed, her snatch going wild about my tongue.

"My spunk !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the gratifying torrent of her puss cream as my orgasms rippled over and over through my body. My cocksucker spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting stopcock. My slave grunting, groaning as he pumped his cock over and over into my depths.

"Cum in her asshole !"howled Lucy."Do it ! Flood her ass !"

"Yes !"Issanik groaned, ramming his dick into me.

And then I shivered, feeling my slave 's jizz pumped into the profoundness of my gut. Hot and powerful blasts splashing against my asshole 's velvety bulwark. I groaned, my cunt still spasming, juices flooding down my thighs.

"Oh, my heart and soul, you are such a gem,"I groaned, pulling her consistency down the bed, my muzzle, soaked by her juice, nuzzling into her belly and then her breasts.

"So are you,"she breathed as I opened my jaw and bit her neck. Not surd. I did n't get through her skin, but I could experience her beat. She did n't raise scared. She knew I could shoot down her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not love her back ?

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"Oh, that 's it,"I growled, Bakiir devouring my puss as he knelt before me in the keep."Eat my pussy. You were such a naughty striver. Fucking Kushini."

Never psyche I sent him to her and he brought me back her gold. I still savored punishing him. It was the third sentence in the last two weeks she 'd rented him. Already, rumors buzzed about Kushini 's whorish appetites for Bakiir. The other princesses sniggered behind her back.

The sodding cover.

"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my kitty so hard. His strong lips digging into my crimp, his tongue thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his back. He grunted, fresh weal puckering across his spacious back. His hired hand gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his ebony face between my brown thigh. He was so strong. He could break me in half with ease.

But he was my slave.

His mouth found my clitoris. I groaned, drawing back the flail.

Lucy burst into the way."My heart !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My Scripture trailed off. She would not be in such a panic if her devotee had canceled their apportioning. I encouraged my Lucy to make the slaves of others in the royal family to teach secrets and disperse my own disinformation.

Konayveh was poove Adroyna 's ducky boy toy, the captain of her escort."What happened ?"

"Queen Adroyna is short,"Lucy breathed."She died having sex with one of her slaves. Konayveh said her kernel gave out."

I smiled at the news program of my grandmother 's decease. Everything would change. And that entail opportunity."We need to make plans."

I stared down at Bakiir, his rim stained with snatch juices. oestrus surged through me. The real fun was about to begin.

To be continued ...