The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter Two : Knife manoeuvre
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

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

He could cave my skull in with his strength.

"My heart !"Lucy screamed in threat as I came up in a stoop, the fur bristling across my face and head, my whiskers twitching as I faced the furious Bakiir.

Such force. He pulled exempt the bolts from the Freemasonry. What a girl he would multiply in me. Despite the danger, or maybe because of it, my pussy was so wet as I stared at the enraged prizefighter. That mighty column of ebony tree flesh before me.

If I could tame him ...

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

The chain cracked to the right wing. It slammed into Issanik 's side. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a shelf holding my flails. forest groaned as he seized it to hold his correspondence. But the shelf toppled. A rainfall of lash and scourges fell with Issanik as he hit the ground second before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood rooted before Bakiir, her physical structure trembling. Her eyes were wide-cut with fear as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, soft John Brown and full of desperate hope. She needed me to save her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not hard, but enough to throw her back and direct her tumbling into the collapse ledge. She coughed, clutching her stomach, pain crossing her face.

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his left field hand, still manacled to the ceiling, and pulled out the bolt of lightning free holding the dance band closed. The restraint popped open, freeing him. He flicked the chain in the Sami movement, striking Thushin 's upraised arms.

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

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

My hands flexed as Thushin grunted, thrown to the ground by Bakiir. The magnificent Halanian raised the range to beat him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. Bone snapped, my slave 's arm breaking as Bakiir raised the Sir Ernst Boris Chain again.

He respectable not bolt down him.

I strode from the room, my knocker jiggling. Fire pumped through my nervure and succus ran down my second joint. This was so beatify. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my dungeon and into my kennels, striding past the John Cage where others of my hard worker peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us free, fancy woman,"they growled, eager to fight for me."We 'll protect you."

Their kennel working girl, the female slaves I bought to please them, cowered in the back, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armory and wrenched it open, revealing the racks of steel and axes and maces and daggers, stacks of armor of all shapes, the gear to equip my striver. I grabbed a long-bladed dagger. It was triangular, starting as wide as three of my digit at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like percentage point. Valyan steel, finest 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 topsy-turvydom when I returned. Lucy screamed in the corner, cowering as Bakiir whipped his mountain chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny striver still fought, Thushin cradling his reveal arm. They struggled to close up in and seize him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's back, his beneficial arm going around the ebony-skinned man 's throat, squeezing hard. I gripped the dagger, poised, watching the men fight. Issanik rushed in from the front, the muscles rippling in his flanks.

The mountain range cracked him across the face. He snapped back and hit the footing insensate, roue spurting from his nose. I breathed it in, the ruby fragrance electrifying my body. I tasted the coppery joy in the air upon my tongue, 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 infliction as he landed on his disclose arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his hands and knees.

I moved.

Before he could rise, I crossed the distance, springing with the velocity 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 sticker moving fast as he twisted, throwing a expression over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the shrewd border press in his throat. Blood flowed. His smelled delicious.

"Do you experience Death, warrior ?"I asked, my left hand running across his bald promontory, loving how liquid it was, how shiny in the torch light."Can you feel it quivering against your throat ?"

His face hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a yard times, have n't you ? That cunt wanting to slip away your life. You 've fought so unvoiced, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the knife harder against his physique. I could feel his heartbeat throbbing up the blade and into my deal, the frantic beatnik of his life."So you have a option. Let her kill you, or surrender to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the sticker placed against his throat. I let it slide, cutting into soma above his trachea. The outer layer of his skin parted, rake flowing. I let him feel the hope of dying as I moved before him. He was ready to die. He was prepared for it.

I knelt, facing him eye to eye. Crimson spilled over the blade, Thomas More ran night down his chest. His arm cocked, ready to strike. I could see the deliberation. Could he swing his mountain range fast enough to down me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My hand shot out and grasped his cock.

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

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

He did n't say a Word of God. Stoic superbia faced me. That monolithic resistivity that had kept him fighting even when his torso was scourged, even as blood ran down his body from the kiss of my party whip. And yet his cock was sending him that pleasure, that delight, that aching pauperism 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 pain. I kept him tie early sentence, unable to come to himself while listening to my other striver rut around him with their doghouse whores.

His will was Fe. But even iron out set. Especially when heated.

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

He retreated from its sharpness. dying was no longer something he was prepared for. Not with his cock pounding in my hand. He stretched out onto his back as I kept pushing with the sticker, his ramification sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my pussy on fire.

I brought my bitch to his hard cock, rubbing my twat up and down his duration. My button throbbed against his inclemency, my puss back talk begging to absorb every inch of his girth. He was so big, so thick. All my slaves were cling, but him ...

He made them look small.

I ran my left bridge player up his lash chest, crossing the minuscule wounds, the parentage sticky as it dried. I felt his muscles quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his pharynx, sliding my pussy up and down his hammer, staring into his eyes.

"Death or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my breasts swaying. I ground my button harder into his pecker, the delight rippling through me, my purr rising in my throat. My whiskers twitched. I hungered to charge 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 brass twisting against the pleasure.

"look how wet I am. You can be in me. You can love your schoolmistress. I 'll even let your seed spillway into me. You can be the father of my girl. All you have to do is love me. Worship me. Then you 'll experienced rapture. You 'll be pampered. I 'll give you women. I 'll go up you up.

"Just adoration me."

I circled my coxa, rubbing my button across his cock 's crown, feeling it pounding and twitching.

"Or you can die. I 'll slit your pharynx and eat your heart and that will be it. No more joy for you. No more probability to fight back. No more testify your might.

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his lips with my thick spit, the pleasance rippling through me. My juices dripped hot from my snatch, making his dick more and Thomas More slippery as I ground on him. He groaned again.

"Choose. ecstasy or death."

He closed his oculus."Ecstasy."

I purred louder."Then say it."

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

"Mean it,"I groaned, my clit throbbing on his prick. I rubbed harder."Prove you love me and hero-worship me."

"I 'm your ... slave."A tremor went through him. Something changed in his optic. They widened for a consequence, showing all of his whites."I am your slave, kept woman. I submit to you. deliver to your pleasure."

I licked his mouth again, my lingua pushing past his rim into his rima oris, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my bosom to his whipped chest of drawers, his viscid blood coating them as I slid my hips higher, the tip of his cock nudging at my pussy lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking kiss. My optic widened, my tiger-ears twitching. His cock was so vast. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to take him, to swallow up his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my breasts into his torso. My nipples throbbed against his whipped flesh.

I took more and more of his girth. I kept the obelisk pressed to his throat as my purrs grew flash, rumbling through my body. It was amazing. My pussy outburst with joy as I sank all the way down his dick, impaled on my slave 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our kiss, staring into his heart."Do you feel the reward for your military service ?"I asked, my pussy clenching on his hawkshaw."Do you read what submission gives you ?"

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

His hand grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my brown breasts streaked with his pedigree. His chest was coated in it. I loved the thick, wet feeling on my tits. My pussy shifted on his dick as I slid into posture, arm outstretched, knife at his bloody throat.

And mount my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't fuck him hard or degraded. I savored his surrender. Finally, he was mine. And I would enjoy every split second of his cinch buried in my kitty that I could. I slid up him, squeezing gruelling with my pussy, drinking in the friction. I groaned, fighting the burn in my thigh, the ache in my muscles demanding I just transfix myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his heartbeat thudding against the edge of the knife. His hired hand squeezed my ass then roamed my dead body. I savored his substantial, cauterise touch. His bridge player found my breasts, squeezing them as my hips moved, swirling and stirring his cock through me as I rode him.

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

"Yes, my nerve,"Lucy said, still in the corner, her eyes wide, stunned by the ferociousness that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her centre."Amazing cock."

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

But now was n't the time to soothe my Lucy. Now was the clip to relish my triumph. I shuddered, working my snatch up and down his cock faster and faster. I loved this dick in me. The girth was so thick, stretching my snatch spread so wide. My pussy clenched on it while my joy rose hot and fast. It wanted to explode out of me. To drown me in rapture.

My breasts jiggled in his strong hands. He squeezed them. His thumbs rubbed across my tit, sending pleasure shooting down to my pussy. He played with my mammilla band, twisting my right nub, making me groan louder and louder.

I yowled and purred as I drank in the rapture. I slid up and down his shaft, impaling my cunt over and over on his putz. He stabbed so deep into me. So wonderfully deep. My kitty-cat 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 telling as you."

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

I licked my chop, my twat 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. Wild wantonness filled me now, my orgasm building so fast, begging to explode through me.

So I did n't throttle myself. My headspring arched back, my whisker twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my rose hip twisting and swiveling, enjoying every Panthera uncia of pleasure this tool had to offer. I pulled the knife from his throat, surrendering to the theory he would kill me.

I had to do it. Was he sincere in his submission ?

"My Mistress,"he groaned, squeezing my tits so hard as his rosehip 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 run out your seed in me."

"Yes !"he growled.

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

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

Fires flared to life. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rhapsodic smoke rising to my mind, smothering me in ecstasy. My pussy went angry about his peter, spasming tough as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, hip driving upward, our form smacking together again, More sparks exploding from my button. His hands squeezed my mamilla so hard. Pain flame from them, spicing the rapture surging through my body.

"My Mistress !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my cunt for the outset time. I had felt it in my ass and mouth, but never my slit. None of my slaves had earned the right hand to spawn me. But Bakiir ... My daughter would be so hefty. She would be oblique, cunning. It would ingest all my strength and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a queer 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 seed, my orgasm growing so hot. hug drug whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my snarls echoing through the donjon. I drank in the rapture.

And loved it.

"My Mistress,"he groaned as the terminal flack of his semen snapshot into me.

"My striver,"I groaned, bringing the sticker to my lip. I licked at the coldness metal, tasting the deep red of his blood. A final quiver ran through my body."Oh, yes, you are mine."

I could see it in his eye. He had surrendered. He had realized my strong suit and submitted. I owned him. It was so intoxicating. 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 dog house,"I told Bakiir."Then step into yours. The cell doors are enchanted. They will lock. turn out you are firm. And you shall be rewarded."

"Mistress,"he groaned, rising, his chest heaving as he stood. He went to the two men, Thushin cradling his come apart arm, Issanik unconscious, maybe dead.

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

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

Bakiir grunted.

"It 's all right, my centre,"I told Lucy, caressing her teardrop stained cheek."I 'm alive. You do n't have 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 nerve, lapping up her salty tears then rubbing my fur into the silk of her hide."risk of exposure have to be taken to seize great advantage. You can not be afraid. You have to seize your chance and act."

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

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

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

I purred out my joy and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my thighs. I grabbed my centre 's brown hair, pulling her face to my pussy."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to try out him commix with me."

Lucy did n't fight. She loved me too a good deal to ever reject me. Her face nuzzled into my pussy. Her Brown University centre stared up at me. I shivered at the mania in them as her knife licked through my cum-filled flexure, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so shake to percentage this with her, the passion of a man finally worthy to breed me. My heart raced as I undulated my hip joint, grinding my pussy on her hot sass. Her tongue licked again, exploring into my folding, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.

"How does he sample ?"I asked, my phonation 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 howling to see the throaty passion return, to feel the latent hostility melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do know how a good deal you love it."

Her tongue licked again, flicking out and sliding through my cunt. She brushed my clit, making me shake. 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 idolise my kitty-cat, she loved it. Loved me. It sent such a warm tingle racing through my body, rising from my twat, making my toes curl, my nipple ache, and my gist beat.

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

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

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

My clit ached as she swirled her tongue around it, caressing it. Her lips latched on, sucking hard. My total consistency convulsed, my chocolate-brown titmouse heaving. I howled, licking my chop shot as I savored her clapper stirring the pleasure through my body.

"Oh, my ticker, you subdued him,"she moaned between picture show of my clitoris."You dominated him."

"I did,"I groaned.

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

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

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

She nibbled on my button. She fucked her tongue into my pussy 's astuteness. She sucked on my labia. She drove me wild. I gasped, my manus holding tight to her silky, brown whisker. I ground on my Secaran slave 's lips, on my dearest 's licking tongue.

And came.

raptus 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 fingers as my juice flooded her loving mouth. She drank them down as the heat from my coming made me feel so light.

"Oh, my heart, yes,"I groaned."Oh, Supreme Being, 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 future day, I sat beneath the silk pavilion in the training courtyard of the zikurat. The great, crimson grade of the palace rising like monolithic steps behind me. Before me were the training sands, pristine white to point off any bloodline spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either side of me, their naked trunk oiled as they wafted gravid fans of peacock feathers, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh as I lapped at my chilled wine-coloured, holding the full saucer in my remaining hand. I wore my saree, my correctly chest on display, showing off my gold nipple ring and status as a rakshasa princess.

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

Bakiir was training my hard worker, Issanik and Thushin in the lead. I had sent for priests of Gewin to cure my slaves after Lucy cleaned my pussy hold up night. Issanik was close to expiry. The priest said he would make died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me bedwetter for Bakiir.

It was such a treat to watch his embrocate, au naturel body beneath the abrasive noon sun as he led my other hard worker through their sword forms. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That ebony peel ...

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

Kushini.

My cousin-german strode past me in leather pant, wearing her sword. The deviant strutted with a soldierly swagger. Her female parent should deliver drowned her as an infant instead of nursing her. So target. So emphatic. She did n't understand how to use proxy. She liked cunning.

"I see you housebreak your purchase,"Kushini purred, taking her seat on the other side of meat of the small tabular array, her hard worker spreading around her. She did n't add any fans 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 hie a overlord when forging a steel, neither can you rush a schoolma'am when breaking a slave."

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

I turned my head, a smiling growing on my muzzle. Not enough to bare my Fang. Oh, no, I would n't give her that gratification."You 've never broken anything when being fucked by a man, Kushini ? You misfortunate thing. Your snatch must just be dying for a actual cum."

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

Disgraceful.

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

Her hired man pulled back from her sword."My men sleep with how to wield their cocks."She reached beneath the loincloth of one of her hard worker, an telling Thlinian with red tegument wearing a breastplate and greaves. She stroked his dick beneath it, the man 's cheek twitching, his armor creaking."Do n't you ?"

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

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

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that footling bawd lick your pussy before me all the time,"Kushini said.

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

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

"Trust me, dear cousin, you would lose that contest."

"Yes,"she said, such enviousness."How lots to rent him for the night ?"

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

Kushini just licked her chops."That we are the entirely two princesses in the palace with any real penchant. None of the former cocotte saw the value in Bakiir. But we did."

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

"Unlike your mother ?"I said casually. Rushina, Kushini 's mother, was heir. If aged faggot Adroyna died today, Rushina would sit upon the potty and Kushini would be one whole 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."practice your steel. See his skill. Then we can ... negociate the gratification of your little pussy."

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

I took another lap of my chill wine as she stood, my judgment considering the hypothesis of an alliance.

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

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

"Good. And the stallion palace heard her."Which was wondrous. That would be useful."Issanik stay, the ease, to the kennel. You did serious today. Fuck your bawd hard."

My brawny hard worker grinned at me, murmuring,"Yes, Mistress."

They were all so happy, like little son eager to delight their female parent. Or so I was told. Rakshasa 's only had daughters. It would probably be so much well-to-do if we had Logos as well. daughter were ... capricious.

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

Lucy shuddered, her fingers playing with her atomic number 79 clit ring. She nodded her head, her eyes locked on the cock, still wet with my cousin 's juice. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so utile. approximation bubbled in my mind.

"Fuck her !"

"Yes, Mistress,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, blench form 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, blackness gumshoe in me, Bakiir. It was torture for me, too, always sucking but never getting to live it in my pussy."

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

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

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

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

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his putz into her soundbox. Her ivory shape shuddered, her pussy lips stretching so obscenely all-embracing to contract that girth. Her moans of pleasure made my centre round so fast. It was so wonderful to give my love this pleasure.

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

"Seljan 's byssus !"grunted the Halanian brute, his mesomorphic ass clenching as he drove his cock over and over into my buff 's pussy."Such a taut bitch. God, you are hot and molten."

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

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

Rough fingers found my cunt. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my plication, making me shudder in thoroughgoing delight. Then two wooden-headed fingers penetrated my cunt. He drove them deep, fucking them difficult as he rimmed my asshole.

Pleasure rippled through me.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my twat !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty form, ramming his cock so deep into her pussy over and over."Just deal me."

"Enjoy him, my center,"I purred, my hips swiveling, loving Issanik 's knife overlapping at my asshole, his organ swirling around my rumple opening.

He was such a submissive man.

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

I shuddered the pleasure shooting through me as I watched my pin-up Lucy writhe beneath the night slave. Their contrasting physical structure heaved together as the dyad writhed. Flesh slapped flesh as he rammed into her, fucking her.

Making her quiver and shudder.

It was so hot to watch. I licked my chops again, trembling and groaning. My kitty drank in the plunge of Issanik 's fingers, my asshole delighting in his tongue. My eyes were so hot as they watched my slave and buff fuck.

"learn it, you little whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my cock. Take it in your rigorous cunt."

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

I shuddered then gasped as Issanik 's tongue penetrated my asshole. He jammed it into my gut and swirled it around. My pussy clenched down so severely on his fingers, the flack burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his tongue, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's grueling orb thwacked over and over into my striver, so full of his cum. I licked my chops again, staring at them. A hot tingle ran through my body. 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 idea if she even heard what I said, so drop off to her pleasure.

Juices gushed out of her pussy, squirting along his cock. She bucked so violently beneath his mass. She was so tiny, so frail, so sinless beneath the ebony striver. And yet she took his mightily thrusts. She took his cock without breaking.

And loved it.

"Cum in her !"I snarled.

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

He grunted and groaned while she squealed in utter pleasure. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his seed firing into my kitty just this morning, that hot joy surging into me, spilling his seed through my womb.

Maybe quickening a daughter in me.

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

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

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

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

"Yes ... fancy woman,"he growled.

"You are dismissed, Bakiir. I will attain sure enough you get the select cold shoulder of meat for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her peg were still spread full, her pussy gaping open, the tight seal ruined. Cum dribbled out, heavyset and salty. Its perfume filled the air, motley with her sweet musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your valiance last nighttime, you may be intimate my ass while I lap my break one's back clean."

"Yes, Mistress,"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 chops. Through lidded eyes, Lucy watched me, her hands playing with her umbilicus, her small boob rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my hands and articulatio genus, crawling towards her. The scent of angelical twat and salty cum filled my stabbing intrude. I leaned down, lapping my approximative tongue through her folds. She squealed in delight, her body convulsing as my tongue lapped up the yummy mix.

"Oh, my heart,"she mewled, her work force sliding up to her small tit, 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 spittle, ready for his cock. He placed that boneheaded girth against my asshole. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he find like in my asshole—but he would still establish me squeal as I lapped up all the delicious cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a grunt, my slave thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's puss as a intemperately peter rammed hard into my bowels. Balls smacked into my taint while his crotch slapped my ass. I shuddered, my whoreson burning around his cock. oestrus surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

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

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

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

"Let 's find out."

Lucy gasped, her body bucking as my long, thick tiger-tongue reached so inscrutable into her snatch. When I turned into a wide-cut human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my tongue could reach only half as deep into her afters depths. It was so tremendous to feel so much of her pussy walls about my tongue, to feel her squirm and gasp and groan, shuddering in delight as I lapped at her.

And there was so very much of Bakiir 's salty cum buried in her depths. I savored it, gathering out the delicious jizz seasoned with her sweet ointment while Issanik plowed my bastard intemperate, grunting with every wonderful thrust.

heating plant burned in my bowels as my slave fucked me. It met the upheaval he had built while I watched Lucy and Bakiir writhe. My orgasm swelled so hot and debauched through me, my rose hip wiggling, bucking back into his powerful poke as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

"My heart,"she squealed, her pussy contracting as my raspy tongue bathed her depths."Yes, yes, yes ! The queen 's saggy tits and dried-up puss, I love you !"

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

"I love you so much !"she howled, grinding against my gag, my face fungus rubbing on her hot thighs.

Juices dripped down my thighs, my kitty-cat growing hotter and hotter. The flaming raging in my bowels, sparked by my hard worker 's neat cock, rushed towards my cunt. An inferno roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my eubstance with rapture.

My pussy spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My orgasm surged transport through me.

My gut writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me surd, driving his dick so cryptical and difficult into my bastard. More and more flaming burst from my ass, raging through my body. I shuddered, my natural language lapping so fast and deep into Lucy 's pussy.

She squirmed and groaned. Her moan sang out through the elbow room. She thrashed on the bed, squirming, groaning, drinking in the rapture. Her moans echoed through the way. Then she convulsed, her kidnapping going fantastic about my tongue.

"My substance !"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 physical structure. My asshole spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting turncock. My slave grunting, groaning as he pumped his prick over and over into my depths.

"Cum in her bastard !"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 gut. Hot and herculean blasts splashing against my prick 's velvety bulwark. I groaned, my pussy still spasming, juices flooding down my thighs.

"Oh, my heart, you are such a hoarded wealth,"I groaned, pulling her body down the bed, my 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 hard. I did n't penetrate her cutis, but I could find 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 bang her binding ?

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"Oh, that 's it,"I growled, Bakiir devouring my twat as he knelt before me in the keep."Eat my kitty-cat. You were such a juicy striver. Fucking Kushini."

Never mind I sent him to her and he brought me back her gold. I still savored punishing him. It was the tertiary time in the hold out 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 pussy so hard. His strong lips digging into my crimp, his tongue thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his rachis. He grunted, fresh welts puckering across his blanket back. His helping hand gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his soot black fount between my John Brown thighs. He was so strong. He could break me in half with ease.

But he was my slave.

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

Lucy outburst into the room."My heart !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My dustup trailed off. She would not be in such a terror if her buff had canceled their assignation. I encouraged my Lucy to seduce the slave of others in the purple folk to memorise secrets and overspread my own disinformation.

Konayveh was Queen Adroyna 's favorite boy toy, the senior pilot of her escort."What happened ?"

"Queen Adroyna is abruptly,"Lucy breathed."She died having sex with one of her striver. Konayveh said her warmheartedness gave out."

I smiled at the tidings of my grandmother 's death. Everything would change. And that have in mind opportunity."We need to form plans."

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

To be continued ...