The Rakshasa 's affectionateness
Chapter Two : tongue dramatic 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 body sprang to the rightfulness. I hit the jolting stone bricks of my dungeon 's floor, rolled hard. Metal struck rock music with a mighty crash behind me.

He could cave my skull in with his strength.

"My heart !"Lucy screamed in terror as I came up in a hunker down, the fur bristling across my side and headway, my whiskers twitching as I faced the enraged Bakiir.

Such strength. He pulled devoid the dash from the Freemasonry. What a girl he would breed in me. Despite the peril, or maybe because of it, my pussy was so wet as I stared at the angered prizefighter. That mighty pillar of pitch black flesh before me.

If I could domesticize him ...

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

The Chain cracked to the right hand. It slammed into Issanik 's side. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a ledge holding my flails. Wood groaned as he seized it to hold his balance. But the shelf toppled. A rain of whip and nemesis fell with Issanik as he hit the ground consequence before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood fixed before Bakiir, her body trembling. Her centre were wide with veneration as she stared up at the prizefighter. Then they flashed to me, cushy brown and full of dire Hope. She needed me to deliver her from the brute.

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

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his get out mitt, still manacled to the ceiling, and pulled out the deadbolt free holding the dance orchestra closed. The simplicity popped loose, freeing him. He flicked the chain in the same apparent motion, striking Thushin 's upraised arms.

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

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

My hands flexed as Thushin grunted, thrown to the ground by Bakiir. The magnificent Halanian raised the chain to beat him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. pearl snapped, my striver 's arm breakage as Bakiir raised the chain again.

He best not kill him.

I strode from the way, my tit jiggling. Fire pumped through my nervure and juices ran down my second joint. This was so elating. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my dungeon and into my kennels, striding past the cages where others of my slaves peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us free, mistress,"they growled, tidal bore to crusade for me."We 'll protect you."

Their kennel woman of the street, the female hard worker I bought to delight them, cowered in the vertebral column, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my arsenal and wrenched it open, revealing the stand of sword and ax and maces and sticker, push-down stack of armor of all shapes, the gear to fit out my slaves. I grabbed a long-bladed sticker. It was three-sided, starting as all-inclusive as three of my finger's breadth at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like point. Valyan brand, okay quality, 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 turning point, cowering as Bakiir whipped his chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny slaves still fought, Thushin cradling his breach arm. They struggled to shut in and seize him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's cover, his good arm going around the ebony-skinned man 's pharynx, squeezing arduous. I gripped the dagger, poised, watching the men fight. Issanik rushed in from the front, the muscles rippling in his flanks.

The range cracked him across the expression. He snapped back and hit the reason insensate, parentage spurting from his nose. I breathed it in, the ruby odor electrifying my body. 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 as he landed on his discontinue arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his manpower and knees.

I moved.

Before he could rebel, I crossed the distance, springing with the speeding of a rakshasa. We were predators, unlike humans. We did n't sustain to be trained to be killers, we simply were. A individual 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 penetrating edge pressing in his throat. stock flowed. His smell out delicious.

"Do you feel decease, warrior ?"I asked, my left hand running across his bald headland, loving how fluid it was, how glazed in the Verbascum thapsus luminance."Can you feel it quivering against your throat ?"

His look hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a grand times, have n't you ? That bitch wanting to steal away your life. You 've fought so hard, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the knife harder against his material body. I could feel his pulse throbbing up the blade and into my handwriting, the phrenetic beat of his sprightliness."So you have a choice. Let her putting to death you, or surrender to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his throat. I let it slide, cutting into soma above his trachea. The verboten level of his peel parted, blood 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 vane, Thomas More ran dark down his thorax. His arm cocked, ready to strike. I could see the deliberation. Could he swing his chain fast enough to wipe out me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My hand shot out and grasped his cock.

He had softened during the scrap, but now he felt that feminine signature, and hardened. I purred, the pleasure rumbling up through my pharynx as I stroked him, feeling his life pulse rate in another way as he swelled. I rubbed the squishy tip, his gumshoe throbbing.

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

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

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

All week 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 nuisance. I kept him oblige other fourth dimension, ineffective to touch himself while listening to my early slave rut around him with their kennel whores.

His will was branding iron. But even iron knack. Especially when heated.

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

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

I brought my cunt to his hard turncock, rubbing my twat up and down his length. My clit throbbed against his insensibility, my twat lip begging to absorb every inch of his cinch. He was so big, so thick. All my striver were hung, but him ...

He made them look small.

I ran my pull up stakes hand up his lather breast, crossing the lowly wounds, the pedigree sticky as it dried. I felt his brawn quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his throat, sliding my kitty-cat up and down his cock, staring into his eyes.

"Death or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my chest swaying. I ground my clit harder into his tool, the pleasure rippling through me, my purr rising in my throat. My whiskers twitched. I hungered to snap out his throat while fucking him to death.

But that would be such a waste.

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

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

"spirit how wet I am. You can be in me. You can bang your schoolmistress. I 'll even let your ejaculate spill into me. You can be the father of my daughter. All you have to do is love me. worship me. Then you 'll receive raptus. You 'll be pampered. I 'll give you women. I 'll pilfer you up.

"Just worship me."

I circled my hips, rubbing my clitoris across his turncock 's crown, feeling it shiver and twitch.

"Or you can die. I 'll slice your throat and eat your heart and that will be it. No more pleasance for you. No more chance to struggle. No more raise your might.

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his lips with my thickly tongue, the delight rippling through me. My juices dripped hot from my pussy, making his putz more and Thomas More slippery as I ground on him. He groaned again.

"Choose. exaltation or death."

He closed his eyes."Ecstasy."

I purred louder."Then say it."

"schoolmarm,"he said, his interpreter 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 shudder went through him. Something changed in his eyes. They widened for a moment, showing all of his Patrick White."I am your slave, schoolmarm. I submit to you. give up to your pleasure."

I licked his mouth again, my tongue pushing past his back talk into his oral fissure, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my boob to his pip chest, his sticky origin coating them as I slid my hips higher, the tip of his shaft nudging at my cunt lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking kiss. My heart 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 torso. My nipples throbbed against his worst flesh.

I took more and more of his cinch. I kept the dagger pressed to his throat as my purrs grew louder, rumbling through my body. It was amazing. My purulent salvo with pleasure as I sank all the way down his cock, impaled on my slave 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our kiss, staring into his eyes."Do you feel the reward for your service ?"I asked, my puss clenching on his dick."Do you interpret what submission gives you ?"

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

His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my brown chest streaked with his lineage. His chest was coated in it. I loved the thick, wet feel on my titty. My slit shifted on his putz as I slid into side, arm outstretched, tongue at his bloody throat.

And bait my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't have it away him hard or fast. I savored his surrender. Finally, he was mine. And I would enjoy every heartbeat of his girth buried in my pussy that I could. I slid up him, squeezing laborious with my slit, boozing in the rubbing. 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 boundary of the tongue. His hired hand squeezed my ass then roamed my trunk. I savored his strong, calloused touch. His hand found my breasts, squeezing them as my hips moved, swirling and stirring his pecker through me as I rode him.

"The poove 's sagging tits,"I groaned in pure delight."Oh, gods, this rooster, my heart. This turncock is amazing."

"Yes, my heart,"Lucy said, still in the corner, her optic wide, stunned by the savagery that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her middle."Amazing cock."

Poor matter. She was n't a predator, but prey. I loved her anyways.

But now was n't the time to comfort my Lucy. Now was the metre to enjoy my victory. I shuddered, working my slit up and down his cock faster and faster. I loved this dick in me. The girth was so thickheaded, stretching my snatch spread out so all-embracing. My cunt clenched on it while my pleasure rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To drown me in rapture.

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

I yowled and purred as I drank in the rapture. I slid up and down his tool, impaling my cunt over and over on his peter. He stabbed so deep into me. So wonderfully deep. My pussy ached every fourth dimension 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 telling as you."

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

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

So I did n't keep back myself. My headspring arched back, my whiskers twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my hips twisting and swiveling, enjoying every ounce of delight this turncock had to proffer. I pulled the knife from his throat, surrendering to the possibility he would pour down me.

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

"My Mistress,"he groaned, squeezing my mamilla so hard as his hip joint bucked up. He bounced me on his cock."Seljan 's beard, you 're so tight."

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

"Yes !"he growled.

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

I slammed down his cock, my clit striking his pubic os. flicker flared through me, landing on the tinder of my orgasm.

flaming flared to life story. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rhapsodic smoke rising to my mind, smothering me in ecstasy. My purulent went baseless about his hawkshaw, spasming severe as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, hips driving upward, our flesh smacking together again, more discharge exploding from my clitoris. His hands squeezed my tits so hard. Pain flared from them, spicing the raptus surging through my body.

"My fancy woman !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my pussy for the first clock time. I had felt it in my ass and sass, but never my puss. 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 take all my durability and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a queen she would make.

"Yes, yes, yes,"I howled."By the divinity, engender your Mistress !"

My pussy writhed, milking his spurting cock. I drank in the hot ejaculate, my orgasm growing so hot. Ecstasy whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my tangle echoing through the donjon. I drank in the rapture.

And loved it.

"My fancy woman,"he groaned as the final bang of his seed snapshot into me.

"My striver,"I groaned, bringing the dagger to my oral fissure. I licked at the cold metal, tasting the crimson of his line of descent. A net tingle ran through my eubstance."Oh, yes, you are mine."

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

"avail them to their dog house,"I told Bakiir."Then tread into yours. The cell doors are enchanted. They will lock. Prove you are truehearted. And you shall be rewarded."

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

I moved to Lucy. I knelt down beside her, setting the sticker on the stone. My vertebral column was to Bakiir. A furious quiver shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to kill me right now. We would consume to struggle again.

Men grunted in pain."Got to instruct me that put-on you used throwing me over your shoulder,"Thushin groaned."Useful."

Bakiir grunted.

"It 's okay, my affection,"I told Lucy, caressing her bout stained cheek."I 'm alive. You do n't have to be afraid."

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

"But he didn't."I nuzzled against her buttock, lapping up her salty tears then rubbing my fur into the silk of her skin."endangerment have to be taken to prehend not bad advantage. You can not be afraid. You have to assume your opportunity and act."

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

"Good,"I purred, nuzzling her again."Mmm, did he suffer you when he kicked you ?"

"Not badly."She rubbed her belly, her low breasts jiggling.

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

Lucy did n't fight. She loved me too practically to ever balk me. Her fount nuzzled into my pussy. Her brown oculus stared up at me. I shivered at the warmth in them as her tongue licked through my cum-filled congregation, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so exciting to plowshare this with her, the passionateness of a man finally worthy to spawn me. My fondness raced as I undulated my rose hip, grinding my pussy on her hot brim. Her spit licked again, exploring into my folds, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.

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

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

It was wonderful to hear the throaty passion recurrence, to feel the tension melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do know how lots you love it."

Her clapper licked again, flicking out and sliding through my kitty. She brushed my clit, making me tremble. A new pleasure built in me, something gentler than the raging passion Bakiir 's hammer had churned through my cunt.

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

"Oh, deity, yes, love me, Lucy,"I purred, her tongue probing deep into my pussy."Always love me."

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

She could n't strain anywhere near as cryptic, but she still could stir up my cunt. She could still spend a penny me shiver and groan, my material body clenching on her spit as the air pressure swelled and swelled. Her easy organ lapped through my depths, her sassing nuzzling into my labia.

My clit ached as she swirled her tongue around it, caressing it. Her lips latched on, sucking hard. My entire eubstance convulsed, my brown breast heaving. I howled, licking my chops as I savored her tongue stirring the pleasure through my body.

"Oh, my essence, you subdued him,"she moaned between picture of my clit."You dominated him."

"I did,"I groaned.

"You took that peter !"A thrill ran through him."Oh, that must give birth been amazing."

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

She licked harder, her lingua swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and nibble and sucked. Her hands grasped my ass, pulling my snatch against her mouth as she feasted with such warmth, making me shake and groan.

She nibbled on my clit. She fucked her lingua into my pussy 's depths. She sucked on my labia. She drove me barbarian. I gasped, my custody holding tight to her silky, brown hair. I ground on my Secaran slave 's lips, on my dearest 's licking tongue.

And came.

ecstasy flooded through my trunk. I drank it in. I loved every mo of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her fingerbreadth as my juices flooded her loving mouth. She drank them down as the heat from my orgasm made me palpate so light.

"Oh, my heart, yes,"I groaned."Oh, idol, thank you for sending her to me."

Her finger dug into my ass, her back talk sucking so hard at my convulsing pussy.

"Thank you !"

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The next day, I sat beneath the silk pavilion in the breeding courtyard of the Ziggurat. The great, violent tiers of the palace rising like massive steps behind me. Before me were the training sand, pristine white to show off any blood line spilled. It was hot, but two of my doghouse whores stood on either incline of me, their naked consistency oiled as they wafted great rooter of peacock plumage, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her impertinence against my thigh as I lapped at my chilled wine-coloured, holding the full saucer in my left hand. I wore my sari, my right titty on display, showing off my amber nipple ring and status as a rakshasa princess.

Who else would sit here with slave in attendance watching the sparring ?

Bakiir was training my slaves, Issanik and Thushin in the lead. I had sent for priests of Gewin to heal my hard worker after Lucy cleaned my pussy net night. Issanik was penny-pinching to death. The priest said he would have died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me bed wetter for Bakiir.

It was such a treat to watch his oiled, naked eubstance beneath the harsh noon sun as he led my other slaves through their blade sort. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the gem among them. That ebony tegument ...

My clitoris throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy lick my pussy when my spike twitched. The phone of armored men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling sweat and leather and branding iron. Along with the olfactory property of a rakshasa.

Kushini.

My full cousin strode past me in leather bloomers, wearing her sword. The degenerate strutted with a warriorlike swagman. Her mother should have drowned her as an babe instead of nursing her. So direct. So forceful. She did n't understand how to use proxies. She liked cunning.

"I see you house-trained your purchase,"Kushini purred, taking her derriere on the other side of the belittled tabular array, her slaves spreading around her. She did n't bring any fans but sat like the day 's passion did n't get at her."Only took a week."

I did n't develop to the barb."You can not rush a lord when forging a sword, neither can you bucket along a mistress when breaking a slave."

"breakout,"she said, licking her chopper."Is that why you had non-Christian priest summoned to your kennel and working person to your dungeon ? Because something broke ?"

I turned my head, a grinning 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 thing. Your snatch must just be dying for a real cum."

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

Disgraceful.

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

Her hand pulled back from her sword."My men know how to handle their cocks."She reached beneath the loincloth of one of her slaves, an impressive Thlinian with red tegument wearing a egis and greaves. She stroked his shaft beneath it, the man 's impudence twitching, his armour creaking."Do n't you ?"

"Yes, Mistress,"the hard worker groaned, his putz tenting his loincloth.

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

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

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

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

"reliance me, dearest cousin, you would lose that contest."

"Yes,"she said, such enviousness."How much to rip him for the Nox ?"

I gave her a sharp feel."Rent ? Why full cousin, what are you saying ?"

Kushini just licked her chopper."That we are the only two princesses in the palace with any real taste. None of the other whore saw the value in Bakiir. But we did."

I gave her a bookish look. Was she broaching an alliance ? Interesting.

"Unlike your mother ?"I said casually. Rushina, Kushini 's mother, was heir. If aged nance Adroyna died today, Rushina would sit upon the toilet and Kushini would be one gradation closer to the prize we all lusted for.

"Unlike my mother,"agreed Kushini.

"Why do n't you spar with Bakiir,"I told her."drill your brand. See his science. Then we can ... negotiate the expiation of your minuscule pussy."

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

I took another lap of my chill vino as she stood, my mind considering the possibilities of an alliance.

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

"She was ... agile,"Bakiir admitted. Kushini had screamed her question off when Bakiir fucked my cousin. I could get a line her through the walls as I lapped my vino on the preparation grounds.

"goodness. And the intact palace heard her."Which was wonderful. That would be useful."Issanik stay, the rest, to the kennel. You did good today. fucking your whores hard."

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

They were all so happy, like piffling boys eagre to please their mother. Or so I was told. Rakshasa 's only had girl. It would probably be so much well-off if we had sons as well. daughter were ... capricious.

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

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

"Fuck her !"

"Yes, fancy woman,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, pale signifier 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 virtuous tight."I need that big, pitch blackness dick in me, Bakiir. It was torment for me, too, always sucking but never getting to receive it in my pussy."

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

"slug my ass and digit my cunt while I watch,"I purred.

"Yes, schoolmistress,"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 splits. But she was a limber girl. She just moaned with a lecherousness I knew all too well. That cock was amazing. Her blanch work force grasped his midst, ebony girth, bringing it to her pussy.

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his cock into her body. Her ivory form shuddered, her pussy lips stretching so obscenely all-embracing to take that girth. Her moans of joy made my warmheartedness beat so fast. It was so rattling to gift my erotic love this pleasure.

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

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian brute, his brawny ass clenching as he drove his cock over and over into my buff 's kitty."Such a tight puss. Supreme Being, you are hot and molten."

"And you are string up. Pater 's hammer, yes !"

My pussy dripped juices down my thigh as I watched. I shuddered as Issanik pressed in behind me, his whisker impertinence rubbing into my butt-crack. I groaned as he licked at my arsehole, his knife swirling around while his strong helping hand slid around my waist, reaching for my pussy.

Rough fingerbreadth found my cunt. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my fold, making me shiver in pure delight. Then two thick fingers penetrated my cunt. He drove them deep, fucking them severe as he rimmed my asshole.

joy rippled through me.

"Yes, yes, yes, get it on my twat !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty sort, ramming his cock so deep into her pussycat over and over."Just plow me."

"Enjoy him, my core,"I purred, my hips swiveling, loving Issanik 's knife lapping at my asshole, his organ swirling around my crumple opening.

He was such a submissive man.

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

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

fashioning her trembling and shudder.

It was so hot to look on. I licked my chop shot again, trembling and groaning. My twat drank in the plunge of Issanik 's fingerbreadth, my asshole delighting in his tongue. My heart were so hot as they watched my hard worker and buff fuck.

"Take it, you little whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my peter. submit it in your blotto cunt."

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

I shuddered then gasped as Issanik 's tongue penetrated my whoreson. He jammed it into my bowels and swirled it around. My kitty-cat clenched down so difficult on his fingers, the attack burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his tongue, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's heavy balls thwacked over and over into my striver, so full phase of the moon of his cum. I licked my chop again, staring at them. A hot shudder ran through my physical structure. 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 lost to her pleasure.

Juices gushed out of her pussy, squirting along his cock. She bucked so violently beneath his sight. She was so tiny, so frail, so ingenuous beneath the ebony slave. And yet she took his powerful poke. She took his cock without breaking.

And loved it.

"Cum in her !"I snarled.

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

He grunted and groaned while she squealed in utter delight. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his source firing into my slit just this dawn, that hot delight surging into me, spilling his seed through my womb.

Maybe quickening a daughter in me.

I rubbed my belly, my cunt clenching so hard on Issanik 's fingerbreadth. Juices dribbled out of me. I trembled, watching Bakiir 's muscular back archway as he flooded my Lucy with all that luscious cum. A hungriness growled through me.

"Oh, yes, he flooded me, my meat,"mewled a gorge 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 ... kept woman,"he growled.

"You are dismissed, Bakiir. I will make sure you get the prime track of pith for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her legs were still propagate wide, her pussy gaping open, the tight seal of approval ruined. Cum dribbled out, buddy-buddy and salty. Its scent filled the air, immix with her sweet musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your valorousness conclusion night, you may do it my ass while I lap my buckle down clean."

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

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

I stretched out on my hands and genu, crawling towards her. The scent of scented pussy and salty cum filled my keen nose. I leaned down, lapping my scratchy lingua through her congregation. She squealed in delight, her body convulsing as my glossa lapped up the delightful mix.

"Oh, my heart,"she mewled, her hands sliding up to her diminished titty, cupping them."You spoil me."

"Always,"I groaned, wiggling my hips.

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

With a grunt, my slave thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's pussy as a hard cock rammed hard into my bowels. Balls smacked into my taint while his privates slapped my ass. I shuddered, my prick combustion around his peter. Heat surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

"Oh, yes, my essence,"groaned Lucy, her rose hip humping against my furred gun muzzle."Oh, I love your tongue in me. It 's the best."

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

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

"Let 's get out."

Lucy gasped, her body bucking as my long, dense tiger-tongue reached so abstruse into her cunt. When I turned into a entire human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my tongue could strive only half as cryptical into her sweet depths. It was so grand to feel so much of her pussy paries about my tongue, to sense her squirm and gasp 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 delicious jizz seasoned with her sweet-scented cream while Issanik plowed my arsehole hard, grunting with every marvelous thrust.

Heat burned in my bowels as my slave fucked me. It met the excitement he had built while I watched Lucy and Bakiir writhe. My climax swelled so hot and truehearted through me, my rosehip wiggling, bucking back into his powerful thrusts as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

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

I licked harder, my intestine clenching on Issanik 's intemperately cock plunging so mysterious and hard.

"I love you so a great deal !"she howled, grinding against my muzzle, my sensory hair rubbing on her hot thighs.

succus dripped down my thighs, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. The fire raging in my intestine, sparked by my slave 's great cock, rushed towards my twat. An inferno roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my body with rapture.

My puss spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My climax surged rapture through me.

My bowels writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me harder, driving his shaft so deep and hard into my arse. More and more flames burst from my ass, raging through my body. I shuddered, my tongue lapping so fast and deep 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 essence !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the sweet alluvion of her purulent emollient as my orgasms rippled over and over through my organic structure. My asshole spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting tool. My slave grunting, groaning as he pumped his cock over and over into my depths.

"Cum in her mother fucker !"howled Lucy."Do it ! flood her ass !"

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

And then I shivered, feeling my striver 's jizz pumped into the deepness of my gut. Hot and right blasts splashing against my bastard 's velvety paries. I groaned, my puss still spasming, juices flooding down my thighs.

"Oh, my pith, you are such a hoarded wealth,"I groaned, pulling her body down the bed, my gun muzzle, soaked by her juices, nuzzling into her belly and then her breasts.

"So are you,"she breathed as I opened my jaw and bit her neck. Not gruelling. I did n't penetrate her skin, but I could find her pulse rate. She did n't grow scared. She knew I could bolt down her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not love her cover ?

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"Oh, that 's it,"I growled, Bakiir devouring my pussy as he knelt before me in the dungeon."Eat my twat. 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 third clock time in the end two weeks she 'd rented him. Already, rumors buzzed about Kushini 's whorish appetency for Bakiir. The other princesses sniggered behind her back.

The perfective cover.

"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my puss so hard. His unattackable backtalk digging into my plication, his knife thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his spinal column. He grunted, wise wheal puckering across his broad back. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his soot black cheek between my dark-brown thighs. He was so strong. He could go me in half with comfort.

But he was my slave.

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

Lucy burst into the room."My center !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My words trailed off. She would not be in such a panic if her devotee had canceled their assignation. I encouraged my Lucy to seduce the hard worker of others in the imperial family to take secrets and spread my own disinformation.

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

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

I smiled at the news of my granny 's death. Everything would modify. And that signify chance."We need to make plans."

I stared down at Bakiir, his lips stained with snatch succus. Heat surged through me. The real fun was about to begin.

To be continued ...