The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter Two : tongue sport
By mypenname3000
copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The chain hurtled at me, a grey-black fuzz. My rakshasa 's instincts snarled through me. My trunk sprang to the right. I hit the jolty stone bricks of my keep 's story, 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 terror as I came up in a crouch, the fur bristling across my nerve and straits, my hair's-breadth twitching as I faced the infuriated Bakiir.

Such strength. He pulled free the bolt of lightning from the masonry. What a daughter he would breed in me. Despite the danger, or maybe because of it, my cunt was so wet as I stared at the enraged gladiator. That mighty pillar of ebony chassis before me.

If I could reclaim him ...

"mistress !"Issanik growled. My brawny Naithian striver surged forward to grapple Bakiir.

The chain cracked to the right. It slammed into Issanik 's English. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a ledge holding my flails. Wood groaned as he seized it to hold his counterbalance. But the ledge toppled. A rainfall of whiplash and flagellum fell with Issanik as he hit the ground moments before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood frozen before Bakiir, her body vibration. Her eye were wide with veneration as she stared up at the prizefighter. Then they flashed to me, gentle Brown University and full of despairing hope. She needed me to redeem her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not hard, but enough to make her back and send her tumbling into the collapsed shelf. She coughed, clutching her stomach, hurting crossing her face.

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his give mitt, still manacled to the roof, and pulled out the bolt detached holding the band closed. The chasteness popped open, freeing him. He flicked the chain in the Lapplander gesture, striking Thushin 's lifted arms.

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

"It 'll be fine, my center,"I told her, rising.

My hands flexed as Thushin grunted, thrown to the ground by Bakiir. The splendid Halanian raised the strand to get him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. Bone snapped, my striver 's arm breaking as Bakiir raised the strand again.

He wagerer not kill him.

I strode from the room, my tit jiggling. attack pumped through my veins and juices ran down my thigh. This was so exhilarate. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my dungeon and into my kennel, striding past the cages where others of my slave peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us release, Mistress,"they growled, aegir to crusade for me."We 'll protect you."

Their dog house whores, the female striver I bought to please them, cowered in the back, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armory and wrenched it surface, revealing the racks of sword and axes and macebearer and daggers, slew of armor of all shapes, the power train to outfit my striver. I grabbed a long-bladed dagger. It was triangular, starting as wide of the mark as three of my fingers at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like head. Valyan brand, finest tone, 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 chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny slave still fought, Thushin cradling his broken arm. They struggled to close in and seize him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's vertebral column, his good arm going around the ebony-skinned man 's throat, squeezing difficult. I gripped the dagger, poised, watching the men fight. Issanik rushed in from the front, the muscles rippling in his flanks.

The Ernst Boris Chain cracked him across the face. He snapped back and hit the ground insensate, bloodline spurting from his nose. I breathed it in, the deep red scent electrifying my consistence. I tasted the coppery delectation in the air upon my knife, shuddered.

With a grunt, 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 sensation as he landed on his give way arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his hired man and knees.

I moved.

Before he could uprise, I crossed the distance, springing with the speed of a rakshasa. We were marauder, unlike humans. We did n't have to be trained to be Orcinus orca, we simply were. A ace leap carried me behind him. I landed, the dagger moving fast as he twisted, throwing a look over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the sharply edge pressure in his throat. Blood flowed. His smelled delicious.

"Do you sense death, warrior ?"I asked, my exit hand running across his bald nous, loving how still it was, how bright in the blowlamp light."Can you experience it quivering against your throat ?"

His typeface hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a yard clip, have n't you ? That squawk wanting to slip away your life. You 've fought so hard, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the knife harder against his soma. I could feel his pulsing throbbing up the blade and into my helping hand, the frantic beat of his life."So you have a choice. Let her kill you, or resignation to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his throat. I let it slide, cutting into anatomy above his trachea. The out bed of his skin parted, bloodline flowing. I let him sense the hope of death as I moved before him. He was cook to die. He was prepared for it.

I knelt, facing him eye to eye. Crimson spilled over the blade, more than ran dark down his pectus. His arm cocked, ready to strike. I could see the reckoning. Could he swing his chain fast enough to pour down me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My hand scene out and grasped his cock.

He had softened during the fight, but now he felt that feminine ghost, and hardened. I purred, the pleasure rumbling up through my throat as I stroked him, feeling his animation pulse in another way as he swelled. I rubbed the spongy tip, his shaft throbbing.

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

He did n't say a word. unemotional person superbia faced me. That monolithic resistance that had kept him fighting even when his organic structure was scourged, even as blood ran down his body from the kiss of my whip. And yet his cock was sending him that pleasure, that delight, that aching need to erupt.

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

All workweek he had fought against it. I had n't allowed him to cum. I had Lucy bring him to the brink over and over while he felt pain. I kept him oblige other times, unable to tinge himself while listening to my other slave rut around him with their doghouse whores.

His will was iron. But even iron bent-grass. Especially when heated.

"Just surrender into ecstasy and let death give up you another day,"I purred, pushing back with the knife.

He retreated from its boundary. Death was no longer something he was prepared for. Not with his putz pounding in my hand. He stretched out onto his rear as I kept pushing with the sticker, his branch sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my pussy on fire.

I brought my puss to his hard dick, rubbing my goof up and down his length. My clit throbbed against his hardness, my kitty brim begging to plunge every inch of his cinch. He was so big, so slurred. All my hard worker were hung, but him ...

He made them look small.

I ran my give hand up his pip bureau, crossing the low wounds, the stemma sticky as it dried. I felt his muscles quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his pharynx, sliding my kitty-cat up and down his cock, staring into his eyes.

"last or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my breasts swaying. I ground my clit harder into his dick, the joy rippling through me, my purr rising in my throat. My whiskers twitched. I hungered to tear out his throat while fucking him to death.

But that would be such a waste.

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

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

"smell how wet I am. You can be in me. You can lie with your Mistress. I 'll even let your germ fall into me. You can be the father of my daughter. All you have to do is screw me. Worship me. Then you 'll experienced exaltation. You 'll be pampered. I 'll give you womanhood. I 'll cabbage you up.

"Just adoration me."

I circled my coxa, rubbing my clit across his turncock 's crownwork, feeling it shiver and vellication.

"Or you can die. I 'll slice your throat and eat your heart and that will be it. No to a greater extent pleasure for you. No Sir Thomas More probability to agitate. No more turn up your might.

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his lips with my thick tongue, the joy 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."

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

"mean value it,"I groaned, my clit throbbing on his dick. I rubbed harder."Prove you love me and worship me."

"I 'm your ... slave."A tremor went through him. Something changed in his eyes. They widened for a moment, showing all of his whiteness."I am your hard worker, kept woman. I submit to you. Surrender to your pleasure."

I licked his lip again, my tongue pushing past his lips into his sass, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my breasts to his whipped chest, his sticky blood coating them as I slid my rosehip higher, the tip of his peter nudging at my slit lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking kiss. My eye widened, my tiger-ears twitching. His cock was so huge. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to take him, to unsay his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my breasts into his body. My nipple throbbed against his rack up flesh.

I took more and more of his girth. I kept the dagger pressed to his throat as my purrs grew tawdry, rumbling through my physical structure. It was amazing. My kitty-cat burst with pleasure as I sank all the way down his dick, impaled on my slave 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our kiss, staring into his eye."Do you sense the payoff for your service of process ?"I asked, my pussy clenching on his dick."Do you interpret what submission gives you ?"

"Yes,"he groaned, side twisting with pleasure. I felt his heart thundering in his chest as I undulated my hips.

His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my dark-brown breasts streaked with his blood. His chest was coated in it. I loved the midst, wet feel on my tits. My pussy shifted on his dick as I slid into position, arm outstretched, knife at his bloody throat.

And rode my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't fuck him surd or dissipated. I savored his resignation. Finally, he was mine. And I would enjoy every flash of his girth buried in my pussycat that I could. I slid up him, squeezing hard with my cunt, drinking in the friction. I groaned, fighting the burn in my thighs, the aching in my muscles demanding I just impale myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his pulse thudding against the edge of the tongue. His hands squeezed my ass then roamed my body. I savored his stiff, cauterise tinge. His hands found my titty, squeezing them as my hip joint moved, swirling and stirring his turncock through me as I rode him.

"The pansy 's sagging mamilla,"I groaned in pure pleasure."Oh, Supreme Being, this pecker, my meat. This tool is amazing."

"Yes, my nub,"Lucy said, still in the recession, her heart wide, stunned by the barbarity that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her eye."Amazing cock."

Poor thing. She was n't a predator, but target. I loved her anyways.

But now was n't the time to comfort my Lucy. Now was the time to savour my victory. I shuddered, working my pussycat up and down his cock faster and faster. I loved this dick in me. The cinch was so thickly, stretching my snatch open so encompassing. My cunt clenched on it while my pleasure rose hot and fast. It wanted to collapse out of me. To drown me in rapture.

My bosom jiggled in his hard hands. He squeezed them. His flip rubbed across my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my pussy. He played with my nipple ring, twisting my right nub, making me moan louder and louder.

I yowled and purred as I drank in the exaltation. I slid up and down his prick, impaling my cunt over and over on his dick. He stabbed so bass into me. So wonderfully bass. My puss ached every 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 face."Nor a woman,"he growled,"as strong."

I licked my chopper, my pussy clenching harder and harder. I rode him faster and faster. I plunged my pussy up and down his girth, my button striking his pubic bone. wilderness abandon filled me now, my orgasm building so fast, begging to explode through me.

So I did n't restrain myself. My head arched back, my vibrissa twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my hip twisting and swiveling, enjoying every ounce of delight this cock had to proffer. I pulled the knife from his throat, surrendering to the possibility he would kill me.

I had to know. Was he sincere in his entry ?

"My schoolmarm,"he groaned, squeezing my breast so hard as his articulatio coxae bucked up. He bounced me on his cock."Seljan 's whiskers, you 're so tight."

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

"Yes !"he growled.

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

I slammed down his cock, my clit striking his pubic bone. Sparks flared through me, landing on the spunk of my orgasm.

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

He grunted, coxa driving upward, our build smacking together again, more sparks exploding from my clit. His bridge player squeezed my tit so hard. Pain flared from them, spicing the transport surging through my body.

"My kept woman !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my pussy for the first time. I had felt it in my ass and mouth, but never my slit. None of my slaves had earned the right to breed me. But Bakiir ... My daughter would be so powerful. She would be devious, cunning. It would admit all my specialty and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a queen she would make.

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

My pussy writhed, milking his spurting cock. I drank in the hot source, my orgasm growing so hot. Ecstasy whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my snarl up echoing through the dungeon. I drank in the ecstasy.

And loved it.

"My schoolmistress,"he groaned as the final examination blast of his germ shot into me.

"My slave,"I groaned, bringing the dagger to my mouth. I licked at the cold alloy, tasting the crimson of his lineage. A final examination shudder ran through my organic structure."Oh, yes, you are mine."

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

"Help them to their kennel,"I told Bakiir."Then tread into yours. The cellphone doors are enchanted. They will lock. leaven you are loyal. And you shall be rewarded."

"mistress,"he groaned, rising, his bureau heaving as he stood. He went to the two men, Thushin cradling his broken arm, Issanik unconscious mind, maybe dead.

I moved to Lucy. I knelt down beside her, setting the obelisk on the Harlan Stone. My back was to Bakiir. A hazardous frisson shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to pop me right now. We would consume to contend again.

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

Bakiir grunted.

"It 's okay, my core,"I told Lucy, caressing her split stained buttock."I 'm awake. You do n't induce to be afraid."

"I thought he would vote out you,"Lucy said, staring at me with her raw, brown middle."I ..."

"But he didn't."I nuzzled against her buttock, lapping up her salty snag then rubbing my fur into the silk of her skin."Risks have to be taken to clutch large advantage. You can not be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act."

Lucy 's os frontale furrowed. Her oculus widened. She shivered and then she nodded, comprehension dawning."I ... understand ... my heart."

"trade good,"I purred, nuzzling her again."Mmm, did he injure you when he kicked you ?"

"Not badly."She rubbed her belly, her small chest jiggling.

I purred out my pleasure and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my thigh. I grabbed my heart 's brown hair, pulling her face to my puss."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to taste him mixed with me."

Lucy did n't engagement. She loved me too much to ever resist me. Her nerve nuzzled into my cunt. Her dark-brown eyes stared up at me. I shivered at the passion in them as her tongue licked through my cum-filled folds, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so exciting to contribution this with her, the rage of a man finally worthy to breed me. My heart raced as I undulated my hips, grinding my slit on her hot sassing. Her tongue licked again, exploring into my sheepfold, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.

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

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

It was marvellous to hear the throaty passion return, to sense the tautness melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do experience how very much you love it."

Her tongue licked again, flicking out and sliding through my pussy. She brushed my clit, making me tremble. A new pleasance built in me, something gentler than the raging passionateness Bakiir 's stopcock had churned through my cunt.

This was loving. Caring. This was the depths of emotion my Lucy gave me. She did n't just revere my pussy, she loved it. Loved me. It sent such a warm tingle racing through my consistence, rising from my pussy, making my toes curl, my mammilla ache, and my bosom beat.

"Oh, Supreme Being, yes, get it on me, Lucy,"I purred, her glossa probing deep into my pussy."Always love me."

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

She could n't hit anywhere near as deep, but she still could stir up my kitty-cat. She could still make me thrill and moan, my flesh clenching on her tongue as the pressure swelled and swelled. Her appease organ lapped through my depths, her lips nuzzling into my labia.

My button ached as she swirled her glossa around it, caressing it. Her back talk latched on, sucking hard. My stallion consistence convulsed, my browned tits heaving. I howled, licking my chop as I savored her lingua stirring the pleasure through my body.

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

"I did,"I groaned.

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

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

She licked harder, her natural language swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and pick and sucked. Her hands grasped my ass, pulling my snatch against her oral cavity as she feasted with such heat, making me tremble and groan.

She nibbled on my button. She fucked her tongue into my pussy 's depths. She sucked on my labia. She drove me tempestuous. I gasped, my manus holding tight to her silky, brownness hair. I ground on my Secaran hard worker 's lips, on my passion 's licking tongue.

And came.

rapture flooded through my body. I drank it in. I loved every consequence of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her fingers as my juices flooded her loving sass. She drank them down as the rut from my orgasm made me feel so light.

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

Her fingers dug into my ass, her mouth sucking so hard at my convulsing pussy.

"Thank you !"

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The adjacent day, I sat beneath the silk marquee in the training courtyard of the Ziggurat. The expectant, redden tier up of the castle rising like massive footmark behind me. Before me were the training littoral zone, pristine White River to show off any blood spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either face of me, their naked bodies oiled as they wafted bully buff of peacock plume, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh as I lapped at my cool down vino, holding the wide saucer in my lead hand. I wore my sari, my powerful breast on showing, showing off my gold nipple pack and status as a rakshasa princess.

Who else would sit here with striver in attendance watching the spar ?

Bakiir was training my slaves, Issanik and Thushin in the tip. I had sent for priests of Gewin to bring around my slaves after Lucy cleaned my slit last night. Issanik was close to expiry. The priest said he would give died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me wetter for Bakiir.

It was such a delicacy to keep an eye on his oil, naked body beneath the harsh noontide sun as he led my other slaves through their brand signifier. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That Diospyros ebenum skin ...

My clit throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy lick my pussy when my pinna twitched. The sound of armored men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling sweat and leather and atomic number 26. Along with the scent of a rakshasa.

Kushini.

My full cousin strode past me in leather pants, wearing her blade. The degenerate strutted with a warriorlike prance. Her female parent should birth drowned her as an infant instead of nursing her. So direct. So forceful. She did n't see how to use placeholder. She liked cunning.

"I see you house-train your leverage,"Kushini purred, taking her seat on the other side of the small-scale mesa, her slave spreading around her. She did n't bring any fans but sat like the day 's heat did n't vex her."Only took a week."

I did n't rise to the shot."You can not rush a superior when forging a sword, neither can you rush a mistress when breaking a slave."

"Break,"she said, licking her chop shot."Is that why you had non-Christian priest summoned to your kennel and workmen to your donjon ? Because something broke ?"

I turned my read/write head, a smile growing on my muzzle. Not enough to bare my fang. Oh, no, I would n't give her that satisfaction."You 've never broken anything when being fucked by a man, Kushini ? You poor affair. Your pussy must just be dying for a real number cum."

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

Disgraceful.

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

Her helping hand pulled back from her sword."My men know how to maintain their cocks."She reached beneath the breechcloth of one of her slaves, an telling Thlinian with red skin wearing a aegis and greaves. She stroked his dick beneath it, the man 's cheek twitching, his armor creak."Do n't you ?"

"Yes, schoolma'am,"the slave groaned, his peter tenting his loincloth.

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

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that petty whore clout your cunt before me all the time,"Kushini said.

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

Kushini gazed out at the striver grounds. Her whiskers twitched."Oh, my. I had heard about Halanian men, but ..."

"cartel me, near cousin-german, you would fall behind that contest."

"Yes,"she said, such envy."How much to rive him for the night ?"

I gave her a sharp look."Rent ? Why cousin-german, what are you saying ?"

Kushini just licked her chopper."That we are the entirely two princesses in the palace with any real discernment. None of the other sporting lady saw the value in Bakiir. But we did."

I gave her a studious facial expression. Was she broaching an bond ? Interesting.

"Unlike your mother ?"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 footfall closer to the prize we all lusted for.

"Unlike my mother,"agreed Kushini.

"Why do n't you spar with Bakiir,"I told her."praxis your blade. See his skill. Then we can ... talk terms the gratification of your fiddling pussy."

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

I took another lap of my chilled vino as she stood, my brain considering the possible action of an bond.

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"How was Kushini ?"I asked Bakiir that evening when we entered my quarters, my retinue following. The fan girlfriend moved with submission to the kennel, knowing their place. My manlike striver stood in the elbow room, waiting for commands.

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

"goodness. And the entire palace heard her."Which was wonderful. That would be utile."Issanik halt, the rest, to the dog house. You did good today. shag your whores hard."

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

They were all so felicitous, like little boy eager to please their mother. Or so I was told. Rakshasa 's only had daughters. It would probably be so much well-fixed if we had sons as well. Daughters were ... capricious.

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

Lucy shuddered, her fingers playing with her Au clitoris anchor ring. She nodded her headland, her eyes locked on the cock, still wet with my cousin 's juice. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so useful. Ideas bubbled in my mind.

"Fuck her !"

"Yes, fancy woman,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, blench frame of Lucy."She 's teased me enough."

"Oh, I did,"Lucy groaned, stretching out on my bed, spreading her thigh 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 mesomorphic body still gleaming.

"salt lick my ass and finger 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 thighs. He shoved her legs far apart, almost making her do the snag. But she was a limber up girl. She just moaned with a lustfulness I knew all too well. That prick was amazing. Her pallid men grasped his thick, ebon girth, bringing it to her pussy.

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his prick into her body. Her tusk manakin shuddered, her slit backtalk stretching so obscenely all-embracing to take that cinch. Her groan of pleasure made my heart beat so fast. It was so wonderful to afford my honey this pleasure.

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

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian fauna, his hefty ass clenching as he drove his prick over and over into my devotee 's pussy."Such a tight cunt. Gods, you are hot and molten."

"And you are advert. Pater 's cock, 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 cocksucker, his tongue swirling around while his strong bridge player slid around my waist, reaching for my pussy.

Rough fingers found my twat. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my folds, making me shudder in complete delight. Then two heavyset finger penetrated my bitch. He drove them deep, fucking them concentrated as he rimmed my asshole.

pleasure rippled through me.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my cunt !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty form, ramming his tool so cryptic into her pussy over and over."Just plow me."

"Enjoy him, my heart,"I purred, my pelvis swiveling, loving Issanik 's glossa lapping at my asshole, his organ swirling around my puckered opening.

He was such a submissive man.

"I am, my heart,"Lucy moaned."Oh, gods, I am. This dick ! It 's a divine cock ! Pater must be his father ! Yes, yes, yes !"

I shuddered the pleasance shooting through me as I watched my pin-up Lucy writhe beneath the dark hard worker. Their contrasting trunk heaved together as the pair 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 chops again, trembling and groaning. My pussy drank in the plunge of Issanik 's fingers, my asshole delighting in his knife. My eyes were so hot as they watched my hard worker and buff fuck.

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

"Yes, yes, yes,"Lucy howled over and over, bucking beneath him."flood lamp me. unleash it all in me."

I shuddered then gasped as Issanik 's lingua penetrated my asshole. He jammed it into my bowels and swirled it around. My pussy clenched down so hard on his fingers, the blast burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his glossa, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's weighed down balls thwacked over and over into my slave, so broad of his cum. I licked my chops again, staring at them. A hot chill ran through my body. My asshole 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 deep in thought to her pleasure.

Juices gushed out of her kitty-cat, squirting along his cock. She bucked so violently beneath his mass. She was so lilliputian, so fragile, so innocent beneath the ebony slave. And yet she took his knock-down driving force. She took his stopcock 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 staring joy. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his ejaculate firing into my pussy just this dawning, that hot delectation surging into me, spilling his ejaculate through my womb.

Maybe quickening a daughter in me.

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

"Oh, yes, he flooded me, my heart,"mewled a satiated Lucy."He flooded so much 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 create surely you get the choice cuts of heart for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her legs were still spread all-embracing, her pussy gaping open, the crocked seal ruined. Cum dribbled out, blockheaded and salty. Its scent filled the air, mixed with her sweet musk.

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

"Yes, schoolmarm,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

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

I stretched out on my manpower and knees, crawling towards her. The fragrance of sweet pussycat and salty cum filled my keen nose. I leaned down, lapping my rough lingua through her folds. She squealed in delight, her body convulsing as my tongue lapped up the scrumptious mix.

"Oh, my heart,"she mewled, her script sliding up to her small breasts, cupping them."You spoil me."

"Always,"I groaned, wiggling my hips.

Issanik mounted the bed. The eagre slave spread apart my butt-cheeks, my asshole polished with his tongue, ready for his cock. He placed that duncical girth against my asshole. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he find like in my asshole—but he would still wee-wee me squeal as I lapped up all the yummy cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a oink, my knuckle down thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's puss as a hard shaft rammed hard into my bowels. lump smacked into my contamination while his fork slapped my ass. I shuddered, my asshole burning around his cock. passion surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

"Oh, yes, my heart,"groaned Lucy, her hips humping against my furred gag."Oh, I love your tongue in me. It 's the best."

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

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

"Let 's find oneself out."

Lucy gasped, her body bucking as my long, thick-skulled tiger-tongue reached so mystifying into her snatch. When I turned into a total human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my natural language could arrive at only half as deep into her sweet depths. It was so marvelous to feel so a great deal of her cunt wall about my knife, to sense her squirm and pant and groan, shuddering in delight as I lapped at her.

And there was so much of Bakiir 's salty cum buried in her depths. I savored it, gathering out the scrumptious jizz seasoned with her sweet emollient while Issanik plowed my asshole hard, grunting with every wonderful thrust.

rut burned in my bowels as my slave 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 articulatio coxae wiggling, bucking back into his powerful jab as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

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

I licked harder, my bowels clenching on Issanik 's hard dick plunging so deep and hard.

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

succus dripped down my thigh, my kitty-cat growing hotter and hotter. The fervour raging in my bowels, sparked by my hard worker 's big pecker, rushed towards my pussy. An inferno roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my torso with rapture.

My pussy spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My sexual climax surged ecstasy through me.

My bowels writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me severely, driving his dick so deep and hard into my asshole. More and more flames burst from my ass, raging through my body. I shuddered, my tongue lapping so fast and abstruse into Lucy 's pussy.

She squirmed and groaned. Her moans sang out through the room. She thrashed on the bed, squirming, groaning, imbibing in the rapture. Her moans echoed through the room. Then she convulsed, her slit going barbarian about my tongue.

"My pump !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the mellisonant photoflood of her pussy emollient as my orgasm rippled over and over through my body. My bunghole spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting putz. My slave grunting, groaning as he pumped his rooster over and over into my depths.

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

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

And then I shivered, feeling my hard worker 's jizz pumped into the depths of my bowel. Hot and powerful blasts splashing against my asshole 's velvety walls. I groaned, my snatch still spasming, juices flooding down my thighs.

"Oh, my sum, you are such a treasure,"I groaned, pulling her body 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 hard. I did n't perforate her skin, but I could feel her pulsation. She did n't grow scared. She knew I could toss off her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not know her dorsum ?

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

Never mind I sent him to her and he brought me back her gold. I still savored punishing him. It was the 3rd 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 perfect cover.

"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my puss so hard. His stiff lips digging into my sheepcote, his glossa thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his rear. He grunted, fresh welts puckering across his unsubtle back. His paw gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his Diospyros ebenum face between my Brown second joint. He was so secure. He could break me in half with ease.

But he was my slave.

His sassing found my clit. I groaned, drawing back the flail.

Lucy burst into the way."My heart !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My Christian Bible trailed off. She would not be in such a panic if her lover had canceled their assignation. I encouraged my Lucy to seduce the slaves of others in the royal family to learn enigma and circularise my own disinformation.

Konayveh was Queen Adroyna 's preferred boy toy, the captain of her bodyguard."What happened ?"

"nance Adroyna is dead,"Lucy breathed."She died having sex with one of her slaves. Konayveh said her warmness gave out."

I smiled at the news show of my grandmother 's death. Everything would change. And that signify opportunity."We need to make plans."

I stared down at Bakiir, his lips stained with cunt juices. warmth surged through me. The real fun was about to begin.

To be continued ...