The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter Two : tongue Play
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The mountain chain hurtled at me, a gray-black blur. My rakshasa 's instincts snarled through me. My body sprang to the right. I hit the unsmooth Stone bricks of my dungeon 's level, rolled hard. Metal struck rock music 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 human face and head, my vibrissa twitching as I faced the infuriated Bakiir.

Such forcefulness. He pulled costless the bolts from the Masonry. What a daughter he would engender in me. Despite the risk, or maybe because of it, my pussy was so wet as I stared at the enraged prizefighter. That mighty pillar of ebony flesh before me.

If I could tame him ...

"Mistress !"Issanik growled. My brawny Naithian hard worker surged forward to deal Bakiir.

The concatenation cracked to the right field. It slammed into Issanik 's position. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a shelf holding my flails. Wood groaned as he seized it to book his residuum. But the shelf toppled. A rain of whiplash and scourges fell with Issanik as he hit the ground second before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood frozen before Bakiir, her torso trembling. Her eyes were wide with fear as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, soft brown and replete of desperate Bob Hope. She needed me to preserve her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not voiceless, but enough to throw her back and send her tumbling into the crack shelf. She coughed, clutching her belly, pain crossing her face.

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his left hired man, still manacled to the cap, and pulled out the dash free holding the circle closed. The restraint popped open, freeing him. He flicked the chain in the same motion, striking Thushin 's lifted arms.

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

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

My hands bend 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. Bone snapped, my slave 's arm breaking as Bakiir raised the Ernst Boris Chain again.

He salutary not pop him.

I strode from the room, my breasts jiggling. fervency pumped through my vein and juices ran down my second joint. This was so exhilarating. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my dungeon and into my dog house, striding past the cages where others of my slaves peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us free, schoolma'am,"they growled, eagre to fight for me."We 'll protect you."

Their kennel lady of pleasure, the female slaves I bought to delight them, cowered in the book binding, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my arsenal and wrenched it open, revealing the racks of blade and axes and maces and daggers, dozens of armor of all shapes, the gear to equip my slaves. I grabbed a long-bladed dagger. It was triangular, starting as wide as three of my fingers at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like compass point. Valyan steel, 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 nook, cowering as Bakiir whipped his Chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny hard worker still fought, Thushin cradling his break-dance arm. They struggled to come together in and get hold of him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's spinal column, his skillful arm going around the ebony-skinned man 's throat, squeezing laborious. I gripped the dagger, poised, watching the men fight. Issanik rushed in from the front, the sinew rippling in his flanks.

The chain cracked him across the facial expression. He snapped back and hit the ground insensate, blood spurting from his nose. I breathed it in, the crimson scent electrifying my body. I tasted the coppery delight in the air upon my natural language, 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 as he landed on his break arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his hands and knees.

I moved.

Before he could go up, I crossed the aloofness, springing with the speed of a rakshasa. We were predators, unlike humans. We did n't sustain to be trained to be killers, we simply were. A single leap carried me behind him. I landed, the dagger moving fast as he twisted, throwing a feel over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the sharp edge press in his throat. ancestry flowed. His smelled delicious.

"Do you find death, warrior ?"I asked, my left helping hand running across his bald head, loving how politic it was, how shining in the torch light."Can you find it quivering against your throat ?"

His look hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a thousand times, have n't you ? That squawk wanting to steal away your life. You 've fought so punishing, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the knife harder against his flesh. I could feel his pulsing throbbing up the leaf blade and into my handwriting, the excited beat of his life."So you have a choice. Let her killing you, or surrender to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his pharynx. I let it slither, cutting into shape above his trachea. The forbidden stratum of his skin parted, profligate flowing. I let him experience 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. deep red spilled over the blade, more ran darkness down his chest. His arm cocked, ready to strike. I could see the calculation. Could he swing his chemical chain fast enough to bolt down me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My hand guess out and grasped his cock.

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

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

He did n't say a word. unemotional person pride faced me. That monolithic resistance that had kept him fighting even when his body was scourged, even as blood ran down his physical structure from the kiss of my whip. And yet his turncock was sending him that pleasure, that delight, that aching demand 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 threshold over and over while he felt pain. I kept him take a hop former sentence, unable to rival himself while listening to my other hard worker rut around him with their kennel whores.

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

"Just surrender into ecstasy and let death spare 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 throb in my hired hand. He stretched out onto his spinal column as I kept pushing with the sticker, his ramification sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my pussy on fire.

I brought my twat to his voiceless cock, rubbing my cuckoo up and down his length. My clit throbbed against his rigourousness, my pussy mouth begging to engulf every inch of his girth. He was so big, so thick. All my slave were fall, but him ...

He made them seem small.

I ran my left script up his flog chest, crossing the small wounds, the stemma sticky as it dried. I felt his muscles quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his pharynx, sliding my snatch up and down his cock, staring into his eyes.

"dying or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my breast swaying. I ground my clit harder into his dick, the delight 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 clit reached the crown of his dick. I massaged the spongy head.

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

"flavor how wet I am. You can be in me. You can love your Mistress. 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 go through raptus. You 'll be pampered. I 'll give you woman. I 'll lift you up.

"Just worship me."

I circled my hips, rubbing my clit across his stopcock 's crown, feeling it pulse and twitch.

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

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his mouth with my stocky tongue, the joy rippling through me. My juice dripped hot from my cunt, making his cock more and more slippery as I ground on him. He groaned again.

"Choose. Ecstasy or death."

He closed his eyes."Ecstasy."

I purred louder."Then say it."

"kept woman,"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 idolize me."

"I 'm your ... slave."A shudder went through him. Something changed in his oculus. 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 glossa pushing past his lips into his oral fissure, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my breast to his whipped chest, his sticky blood coating them as I slid my hips higher, the tip of his rooster nudging at my pussycat lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking kiss. My oculus widened, my tiger-ears vellication. His cock was so immense. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to take him, to bury his cinch. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my breasts into his torso. My nipples throbbed against his scald flesh.

I took more and Thomas More of his girth. I kept the obelisk pressed to his throat as my purrs grew trashy, rumbling through my body. It was amazing. My pussy outburst 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 center."Do you feel the reward for your service ?"I asked, my twat clenching on his peter."Do you translate what entry gives you ?"

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

His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my brown breasts streaked with his blood. His breast was coated in it. I loved the thick, wet feel on my tits. My pussycat shifted on his gumshoe as I slid into position, arm outstretched, tongue at his bloody throat.

And rode my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't fuck him hard or immobile. I savored his giving up. Finally, he was mine. And I would enjoy every heartbeat of his cinch buried in my kitty-cat that I could. I slid up him, squeezing hard with my twat, drinking in the detrition. I groaned, fighting the burn in my thighs, the aching in my muscles demanding I just transfix myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his heart rate thudding against the edge of the knife. His hands squeezed my ass then roamed my trunk. I savored his strong, calloused jot. His hands found my breasts, squeezing them as my hips moved, swirling and stirring his cock through me as I rode him.

"The queen 's sagging boob,"I groaned in pure pleasure."Oh, gods, this cock, my fondness. This dick is amazing."

"Yes, my inwardness,"Lucy said, still in the nook, her heart broad, stunned by the savagery that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her eyes."Amazing cock."

poor people thing. She was n't a predator, but prey. I loved her anyways.

But now was n't the fourth dimension to comfort my Lucy. Now was the metre to enjoy my triumph. I shuddered, working my pussy up and down his pecker faster and faster. I loved this dick in me. The girth was so thick, stretching my twat open so wide. My twat clenched on it while my pleasure rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To drown me in rapture.

My breasts jiggled in his strong hands. He squeezed them. His thumbs rubbed across my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my cunt. 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 rapture. I slid up and down his putz, impaling my cunt over and over on his putz. He stabbed so deep into me. So wonderfully deep. My kitty 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 impressive as you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes !"he growled.

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

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

Fires flared to life. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the enraptured roll of tobacco rising to my mind, smothering me in rapture. My pussy went wild about his gumshoe, spasming strong as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, hips driving upward, our flesh smack together again, more light exploding from my clit. His hands squeezed my tits so hard. Pain flared from them, spicing the exaltation surging through my body.

"My Mistress !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my kitty-cat for the 1st metre. I had felt it in my ass and sassing, but never my pussy. None of my hard worker had earned the right to breed me. But Bakiir ... My daughter would be so powerful. She would be circuitous, cunning. It would contain all my specialty and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a queen regnant she would make.

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

My slit writhed, milking his spurting turncock. I drank in the hot seed, my orgasm growing so hot. X whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my snap echoing through the dungeon. I drank in the ecstasy.

And loved it.

"My schoolma'am,"he groaned as the final blow of his cum shot into me.

"My striver,"I groaned, bringing the dagger to my mouth. I licked at the frigidity metal, tasting the crimson of his parentage. A final examination shudder ran through my eubstance."Oh, yes, you are mine."

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

"Help them to their dog house,"I told Bakiir."Then abuse into yours. The cell doorway are enchanted. They will lock. Prove you are loyal. And you shall be rewarded."

"fancy woman,"he groaned, rising, his pectus heaving as he stood. He went to the two men, Thushin cradling his broken 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 wild thrill shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to pour down me right now. We would have to struggle again.

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

Bakiir grunted.

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

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

"But he didn't."I nuzzled against her brass, lapping up her salty tears then rubbing my fur into the silk of her hide."Risks have to be taken to arrogate great wages. You can not be afraid. You have to assume your opportunity and act."

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

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

"Not badly."She rubbed her belly, her pocket-size boob jiggling.

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

Lucy did n't competitiveness. She loved me too very much to ever resist me. Her boldness nuzzled into my pussycat. Her brown centre stared up at me. I shivered at the passion in them as her knife licked through my cum-filled folds, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so exciting to share this with her, the passionateness of a man finally suitable to engender me. My sum raced as I undulated my hips, grinding my kitty on her hot rim. Her lingua licked again, exploring into my sheep pen, 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 mixed with your spice. Mmm, and you know I love your spice, my heart."

It was marvelous to hear the throaty passion return, to feel the stress melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do fuck how much you love it."

Her glossa licked again, flicking out and sliding through my pussy. She brushed my button, making me tremble. A new joy built in me, something gentler than the raging passion Bakiir 's tool had churned through my cunt.

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

"Oh, gods, yes, love me, Lucy,"I purred, her tongue probing rich into my slit."Always love me."

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

She could n't make anywhere near as deeply, but she still could call down up my pussy. She could still make me throb and moan, my flesh clenching on her tongue as the pressure swelled and swelled. Her gentle organ lapped through my depth, her sassing nuzzling into my labia.

My button ached as she swirled her glossa around it, caressing it. Her lips latched on, sucking hard. My stallion organic structure convulsed, my brown boob heaving. I howled, licking my chop shot as I savored her glossa stirring the pleasure through my body.

"Oh, my spunk, you subdued him,"she moaned between pic of my clitoris."You dominated him."

"I did,"I groaned.

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

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

She licked harder, her tongue swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and nibbled and sucked. Her hands grasped my ass, pulling my snatch against her mouth as she feasted with such passion, making me tremble and groan.

She nibbled on my clit. She fucked her clapper into my pussy 's depths. She sucked on my labia. She drove me wild. I gasped, my custody holding tight to her silky, brown hair. I ground on my Secaran striver 's backtalk, 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 finger as my juices flooded her loving mouth. She drank them down as the oestrus from my sexual climax made me feel so light.

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

Her finger's breadth dug into my ass, her lips sucking so hard at my convulsing pussy.

"Thank you !"

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The next day, I sat beneath the silk marquee in the grooming courtyard of the zikurat. The great, cherry tier up of the palace rising like massive stride behind me. Before me were the training sands, pristine Caucasian to show off any blood spilled. It was hot, but two of my doghouse whores stood on either side of me, their naked bodies oiled as they wafted bully fan of peacock feather, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh as I lapped at my chilled vino, holding the wide saucer in my left over hand. I wore my saree, my right breast on display, showing off my gold nipple closed chain and status as a rakshasa princess.

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

Bakiir was training my slaves, Issanik and Thushin in the wind. I had sent for non-Christian priest of Gewin to heal my slaves after Lucy cleaned my pussy last night. Issanik was close to Death. The priest said he would hold died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me wetter for Bakiir.

It was such a treat to keep an eye on his oiled, naked body beneath the harsh twelve noon sun as he led my other slaves through their sword forms. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That pitch black skin ...

My clit throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy lick my pussy when my ears twitched. The phone of armored men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling exertion and leather and branding iron. Along with the scent of a rakshasa.

Kushini.

My first cousin strode past me in leather pants, wearing her brand. The deviate strutted with a Martial swagger. Her mother should deliver drowned her as an baby instead of nursing her. So direct. So forceful. She did n't empathise how to use placeholder. She liked cunning.

"I see you house-trained your purchase,"Kushini purred, taking her fundament on the former position of the pocket-sized table, her slaves spreading around her. She did n't bring any fan but sat like the day 's heat did n't bother her."Only took a week."

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

"intermission,"she said, licking her chops."Is that why you had non-Christian priest summoned to your kennel and workingman to your dungeon ? Because something broke ?"

I turned my nous, a smile growing on my muzzle. Not enough to air my fangs. Oh, no, I would n't yield her that satisfaction."You 've never broken anything when being fucked by a man, Kushini ? You poor thing. Your purulent must just be dying for a real cum."

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

Disgraceful.

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

Her hand pulled back from her brand."My men sleep together how to wield their cocks."She reached beneath the loincloth of one of her striver, an impressive Thlinian with red skin wearing a breastplate and jambeau. She stroked his gumshoe beneath it, the man 's cheek twitching, his armor creaking."Do n't you ?"

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

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

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that little woman of the street lick your pussycat before me all the time,"Kushini said.

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

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

"cartel me, love cousin, you would lose that contest."

"Yes,"she said, such invidia."How often to rive him for the nighttime ?"

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

Kushini just licked her chops."That we are the only two princesses in the palace with any very taste. None of the other sporting lady saw the value in Bakiir. But we did."

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

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

"Unlike my mother,"agreed Kushini.

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

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

I took another lap of my cool wine as she stood, my psyche considering the possibilities of an alliance.

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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 spot. My male slaves stood in the room, waiting for commands.

"She was ... agile,"Bakiir admitted. Kushini had screamed her fountainhead off when Bakiir fucked my cousin-german. I could see her through the wall as I lapped my vino on the preparation grounds.

"Good. And the entire palace heard her."Which was wonderful. That would be utilitarian."Issanik stay, the eternal sleep, to the kennel. You did honorable today. Fuck your whore hard."

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

They were all so glad, like short boys aegir to please their female parent. Or so I was told. Rakshasa 's only had daughter. It would probably be so much well-fixed if we had sons as well. Daughters were ... capricious.

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

Lucy shuddered, her finger's breadth playing with her gold clit pack. She nodded her head, her optic locked on the putz, still wet with my cousin 's juices. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so useful. approximation bubbled in my mind.

"shtup her !"

"Yes, mistress,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, pale form of Lucy."She 's teased me enough."

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

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

"Lick my ass and finger my cunt while I watch,"I purred.

"Yes, schoolma'am,"he groaned.

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

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his cock into her physical structure. Her ivory form shuddered, her purulent lips stretching so obscenely extensive to engage that girth. Her groan of joy made my inwardness pulse so fast. It was so wonderful to give my dearest this pleasure.

"Oh, yes,"she snarled, her second joint locked about his drab shank."Oh, fuck me, Bakiir. I 've never had such a huge putz in me !"

"Seljan 's byssus !"grunted the Halanian brute, his hefty ass clenching as he drove his stopcock over and over into my buff 's pussycat."Such a tight cunt. idol, you are hot and molten."

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

My kitty-cat dripped juices 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 asshole, his tongue swirling around while his strong work force slid around my waist, reaching for my pussy.

Rough fingers found my snatch. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my sheep pen, making me throb in pure delight. Then two thick fingers penetrated my cunt. He drove them deep, fucking them grueling as he rimmed my asshole.

joy rippled through me.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my pussy !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty signifier, ramming his cock so cryptical into her pussy over and over."Just plough me."

"Enjoy him, my pith,"I purred, my articulatio coxae swiveling, loving Issanik 's tongue lapping at my bastard, his organ swirling around my puckered opening.

He was such a slavish man.

"I am, my heart,"Lucy moaned."Oh, gods, I am. This putz ! It 's a elysian peter ! Pater must be his Father-God ! Yes, yes, yes !"

I shuddered the pleasure shooting through me as I watched my cover girl Lucy writhe beneath the dark striver. Their contrasting consistency heaved together as the brace writhed. physique slapped flesh as he rammed into her, fucking her.

Making her shaking and shudder.

It was so hot to take in. I licked my chop again, trembling and groaning. My puss drank in the plunge of Issanik 's fingers, my asshole delighting in his tongue. My eyes were so hot as they watched my striver and lover fuck.

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

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

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

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's lumbering balls thwacked over and over into my slave, so full of his cum. I licked my chops again, staring at them. A hot shudder ran through my consistency. My arse 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 mind if she even heard what I said, so mixed-up to her pleasure.

Juices gushed out of her snatch, squirting along his cock. She bucked so violently beneath his mass. She was so tiny, so delicate, so innocuous beneath the ebony slave. And yet she took his knock-down thrust. She took his rooster without breaking.

And loved it.

"Cum in her !"I snarled.

"Yes, schoolma'am,"he growled and buried into her cunt.

He grunted and groaned while she squealed in utter joy. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his source firing into my snatch just this morning time, 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 fingers. Juices dribbled out of me. I trembled, watching Bakiir 's mesomorphic back archway as he flooded my Lucy with all that yummy cum. A hunger growled through me.

"Oh, yes, he flooded me, my heart,"mewled a satiated Lucy."He flooded so a good deal 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 ... schoolma'am,"he growled.

"You are dismissed, Bakiir. I will make up sure you get the choicest cut of sum for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her wooden leg were still spread wide, her pussy gaping open, the stringent sealing wax ruined. Cum dribbled out, thick and salty. Its perfume filled the air, mixed with her confection musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your valour close night, you may love my ass while I lap my knuckle 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. Through lidded eyes, Lucy watched me, her hands playing with her omphalus, her small tit rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my helping hand and knees, crawling towards her. The odor of sweet pussy and salty cum filled my keen nose. I leaned down, lapping my rough in tongue through her folding. She squealed in delight, her body convulsing as my lingua lapped up the delicious mix.

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

"Always,"I groaned, wiggling my hips.

Issanik mounted the bed. The bore slave spread apart my butt-cheeks, my asshole polished with his spit, prepare for his cock. He placed that thickly girth against my asshole. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he sense like in my asshole—but he would still attain me squeal as I lapped up all the yummy 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. nut smacked into my taint while his crotch slapped my ass. I shuddered, my bastard combustion around his cock. high temperature surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

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

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

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

"Let 's find out."

Lucy gasped, her body bucking as my long, blockheaded tiger-tongue reached so deep into her pussycat. When I turned into a fully homo, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my tongue could contact only half as deep into her sweet depths. It was so wonderful to finger so much of her pussy paries about my lingua, to experience her squirm and gasp and groan, shuddering in delight as I lapped at her.

And there was so practically of Bakiir 's salty cum buried in her depths. I savored it, gathering out the delicious jizz seasoned with her sweet cream while Issanik plowed my son of a bitch hard, grunting with every wonderful thrust.

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

"My affectionateness,"she squealed, her pussy catching as my rough in tongue bathed her depths."Yes, yes, yes ! The poof 's saggy titty and sear cunt, I love you !"

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

"I love you so much !"she howled, grinding against my muzzle, my hair's-breadth rubbing on her hot thighs.

Juices dripped down my thighs, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. The fervour raging in my bowels, sparked by my striver 's dandy cock, rushed towards my cunt. 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 orgasm surged rapture through me.

My bowels writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me harder, driving his peter so deep and hard into my arse. more than and more flames burst from my ass, raging through my body. I shuddered, my tongue lapping so fast and cryptical 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 transport. Her groan echoed through the room. Then she convulsed, her snatch going wild about my tongue.

"My heart !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the sweet flood of her pussy cream as my sexual climax rippled over and over through my body. My cocksucker spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting cock. My buckle down grunting, groaning as he pumped his cock over and over into my depths.

"Cum in her bastard !"howled Lucy."Do it ! outpouring her ass !"

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

And then I shivered, feeling my slave 's jizz pumped into the profundity of my bowels. Hot and powerful blow splashing against my bunghole 's velvety bulwark. I groaned, my pussy still spasming, juices flooding down my thighs.

"Oh, my heart, you are such a treasure,"I groaned, pulling her trunk down the bed, my gag, 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 cervix. Not voiceless. I did n't penetrate her pelt, but I could feel her pulse. She did n't grow scared. She knew I could toss off her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not get laid her book binding ?

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"Oh, that 's it,"I growled, Bakiir devouring my pussycat as he knelt before me in the donjon."Eat my kitty. 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 time in the last two weeks she 'd rented him. Already, hearsay buzzed about Kushini 's whorish appetites for Bakiir. The other princesses sniggered behind her back.

The perfect cover.

"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my pussy so hard. His strong back talk digging into my sheepfold, his tongue thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his back. He grunted, fresh welts puckering across his panoptic back. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his ebony case between my Brown University thighs. He was so secure. He could conk out me in half with ease.

But he was my slave.

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

Lucy fusillade into the room."My substance !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My actor's line trailed off. She would not be in such a scare if her lover had canceled their apportionment. I encouraged my Lucy to seduce the slave of others in the royal stag family to learn closed book and spread my own disinformation.

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

"fagot Adroyna is perfectly,"Lucy breathed."She died having sex with one of her slaves. Konayveh said her inwardness gave out."

I smiled at the word of my nanna 's dying. Everything would change. And that think opportunity."We need to make plans."

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

To be continued ...