The Rakshasa 's philia
Chapter Two : Knife 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 eubstance sprang to the right. I hit the crude Edward Durell Stone bricks of my dungeon 's floor, rolled hard. alloy struck rock with a mighty crash behind me.

He could cave my skull in with his strength.

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

Such strength. He pulled unloose the deadbolt from the masonry. What a daughter he would spawn in me. Despite the risk, or maybe because of it, my pussycat was so wet as I stared at the enraged gladiator. That mighty tower of pitch black flesh before me.

If I could tame him ...

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

The chain cracked to the right. It slammed into Issanik 's side. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a shelf holding my flails. woodwind instrument groaned as he seized it to hold his balance. But the shelf toppled. A rain of whips and scourges fell with Issanik as he hit the primer coat here and now before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood frozen before Bakiir, her body trembling. Her eyes were wide of the mark with concern as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, soft Brown and full of dire hope. She needed me to carry through her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not hard, but enough to drop her back and commit her tumbling into the collapsed shelf. She coughed, clutching her stomach, pain in the ass crossing her face.

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his left mitt, still manacled to the ceiling, and pulled out the thunderbolt absolve holding the band closed. The chasteness popped out-of-doors, freeing him. He flicked the chain in the Same motion, striking Thushin 's upraised arms.

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

"It 'll be amercement, my fondness,"I told her, rising.

My hands flex as Thushin grunted, thrown to the earth by Bakiir. The magnificent Halanian raised the chain to pose him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. pearl snapped, my slave 's arm break as Bakiir raised the Sir Ernst Boris Chain again.

He better not toss off him.

I strode from the way, my breasts jiggling. Fire pumped through my venous blood vessel and succus ran down my second joint. This was so exhilarate. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my dungeon and into my kennels, striding past the Cage where others of my slaves peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us resign, Mistress,"they growled, eager to press for me."We 'll protect you."

Their kennel sporting lady, the female hard worker I bought to please them, cowered in the binding, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armory and wrenched it open, revealing the single-foot of swords and axes and Mace and daggers, push-down storage of armor of all build, the gear to equip my striver. I grabbed a long-bladed obelisk. It was triangular, starting as wide as three of my fingerbreadth at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like point. Valyan brand, ok timbre, or so the merchandiser 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 chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny slaves still fought, Thushin cradling his broken arm. They struggled to close in and capture him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's back, his good arm going around the ebony-skinned man 's throat, squeezing hard. I gripped the obelisk, poised, watching the men fight. Issanik rushed in from the battlefront, the muscularity rippling in his flanks.

The range of mountains cracked him across the look. He snapped back and hit the primer insensate, ancestry spurting from his nose. I breathed it in, the deep red perfume electrifying my eubstance. I tasted the coppery delight 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 pain as he landed on his broken arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his hands and knees.

I moved.

Before he could spring up, I crossed the distance, springing with the velocity of a rakshasa. We were predator, unlike humans. We did n't have to be trained to be Orcinus orca, we simply were. A single jump carried me behind him. I landed, the obelisk moving fast as he twisted, throwing a look over his shoulder.

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

"Do you feel death, warrior ?"I asked, my left mitt running across his bald head, loving how tranquil it was, how shiny in the torch light."Can you feel it quivering against your throat ?"

His nerve hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a yard times, have n't you ? That cunt wanting to steal away your life. You 've fought so knockout, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the tongue harder against his figure. I could feel his impulse throbbing up the blade and into my hired hand, the frantic beat of his life."So you have a choice. Let her kill you, or yielding to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the sticker placed against his throat. I let it skid, cutting into flesh above his windpipe. The knocked out layer of his hide parted, roue flowing. I let him find the hope of demise as I moved before him. He was fix to die. He was prepared for it.

I knelt, facing him eye to eye. Crimson spilled over the brand, More ran dark down his breast. His arm cocked, gear up to strike. I could see the calculation. Could he swing his Ernst Boris Chain fast enough to defeat me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My bridge player slam out and grasped his cock.

He had softened during the combat, but now he felt that feminine sense of touch, and hardened. I purred, the pleasance rumbling up through my throat as I stroked him, feeling his life pulse in another way as he swelled. I rubbed the spongy tip, his shaft throbbing.

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

He did n't say a watchword. 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 body from the osculation of my whiplash. And yet his dick was sending him that pleasure, that delight, that aching motivation to erupt.

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

All calendar 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 sensation. I kept him bond early times, ineffectual to touch himself while listening to my other slaves rut around him with their kennel whores.

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

"Just surrender into cristal 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 shaft throbbing in my paw. He stretched out onto his spine as I kept pushing with the sticker, his legs sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my pussy on fire.

I brought my pussy to his hard cock, rubbing my twat up and down his length. My clit throbbed against his hardness, my pussy rim begging to engulf every column inch of his girth. He was so big, so thick. All my slave were hung, but him ...

He made them appear small.

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

"demise or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my breasts swaying. I ground my clit harder into his dick, the pleasance rippling through me, my purr rising in my throat. My hair's-breadth twitched. I hungered to deplumate out his throat while fucking him to death.

But that would be such a waste.

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

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

"Feel how wet I am. You can be in me. You can have it off your kept woman. I 'll even let your germ tumble into me. You can be the father of my daughter. All you have to do is love me. idolise me. Then you 'll live exaltation. You 'll be pampered. I 'll generate you women. I 'll filch you up.

"Just worship me."

I circled my hip, rubbing my clit across his cock 's crest, feeling it pulsate and twitch.

"Or you can die. I 'll slice your throat and eat your heart and that will be it. No more than pleasure for you. No more probability to agitate. No more proving your might.

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his sass with my wooden-headed tongue, the joy rippling through me. My succus dripped hot from my cunt, making his dick 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."

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

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

"I 'm your ... slave."A tremor went through him. Something changed in his middle. They widened for a here and now, showing all of his whites."I am your slave, Mistress. I submit to you. deliver to your pleasure."

I licked his sass again, my spit pushing past his lips into his oral cavity, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my white meat to his whipped chest, his sticky pedigree coating them as I slid my pelvic girdle higher, the tip of his cock nudging at my pussy lips.

Then I pressed backward.

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

I took more and more of his cinch. I kept the dagger pressed to his pharynx as my purrs grew loud, rumbling through my consistence. It was amazing. My purulent burst with delight as I sank all the way down his cock, impaled on my slave 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our osculation, staring into his heart."Do you feel the reward for your divine service ?"I asked, my pussy clenching on his cock."Do you understand what compliance gives you ?"

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

His deal grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my brown breasts streaked with his blood. His thorax was coated in it. I loved the thick, wet feel on my teat. My twat shifted on his dick as I slid into positioning, arm outstretched, knife at his bloody throat.

And rode my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't fuck him severely or fast. I savored his surrender. Finally, he was mine. And I would bask every jiffy of his cinch buried in my slit that I could. I slid up him, squeezing knockout with my pussy, drink in the friction. I groaned, fighting the suntan in my second joint, the ache in my muscles demanding I just impale myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his pulse thudding against the edge of the knife. His hands squeezed my ass then roamed my body. I savored his strong, thickened touch. His hand found my breasts, squeezing them as my articulatio coxae moved, swirling and stirring his cock through me as I rode him.

"The queen 's sagging tits,"I groaned in pure delight."Oh, deity, this cock, my fondness. This stopcock is amazing."

"Yes, my fondness,"Lucy said, still in the corner, her eyes panoptic, stunned by the brutality that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her eyes."Amazing cock."

Poor matter. 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 time to enjoy my victory. I shuddered, working my snatch up and down his cock faster and faster. I loved this cock in me. The girth was so thick, stretching my snatch open up so wide. My cunt clenched on it while my pleasure rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To swim me in rapture.

My breasts jiggled in his substantial hands. He squeezed them. His riffle rubbed across my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my pussy. He played with my nipple gang, twisting my redress nub, making me groan louder and louder.

I yowled and purred as I drank in the exaltation. I slid up and down his turncock, impaling my snatch over and over on his tool. He stabbed so deep into me. So wonderfully deep. My pussy ached every time I took him.

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

His handwriting tightened on my cheek."Nor a fair sex,"he growled,"as strong."

I licked my chop shot, my pussy clenching harder and harder. I rode him faster and faster. I plunged my pussy up and down his girth, my clit striking his pubic osseous tissue. Wild wildness filled me now, my orgasm building so fast, begging to explode through me.

So I did n't cumber myself. My head arched back, my sensory hair twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my rose hip twisting and swiveling, enjoying every Panthera uncia of pleasure this putz had to offer. I pulled the tongue from his throat, surrendering to the opening he would kill me.

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

"My schoolmarm,"he groaned, squeezing my tits 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 splatter your seed 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. use up your reward."

I slammed down his shaft, my clit striking his pubic ivory. sparkle flared through me, landing on the punk of my orgasm.

fervency flared to life sentence. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rapturous smoke rising to my mind, smothering me in go. My pussy went groundless about his dick, spasming punishing as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, hips driving upward, our figure smacking together again, more sparks exploding from my clit. His workforce squeezed my boob so hard. ail flared from them, spicing the ecstasy surging through my body.

"My Mistress !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my cunt for the first meter. I had felt it in my ass and oral fissure, but never my puss. None of my hard worker had earned the right to multiply me. But Bakiir ... My daughter would be so brawny. She would be oblique, cunning. It would take all my military strength and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a fag she would make.

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

My pussy writhed, milking his spurting dick. I drank in the hot seed, my coming growing so hot. transport whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my snarls echoing through the dungeon. I drank in the rapture.

And loved it.

"My kept woman,"he groaned as the final fire of his seed shot into me.

"My hard worker,"I groaned, bringing the sticker to my mouth. I licked at the cold-blooded metal, tasting the crimson of his blood. A final shudder ran through my consistence."Oh, yes, you are mine."

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

"help them to their kennels,"I told Bakiir."Then step into yours. The prison cell threshold are enchanted. They will lock. test you are loyal. And you shall be rewarded."

"schoolmistress,"he groaned, rising, his thorax 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 Harlan F. Stone. My back was to Bakiir. A fantastic shiver shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to bolt down me right now. We would have to shin again.

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

Bakiir grunted.

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

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

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

Lucy 's forehead furrowed. Her eyes 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 chest jiggling.

I purred out my pleasure and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my thighs. I grabbed my centre 's dark-brown hair, pulling her face to my slit."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to sample him mixed with me."

Lucy did n't fight. She loved me too much to ever balk me. Her face nuzzled into my pussy. Her dark-brown optic stared up at me. I shivered at the passion in them as her lingua licked through my cum-filled folds, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

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

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

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

It was wonderful to try the throaty love return, to finger the tension melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do screw how very much you love it."

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

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

"Oh, idol, yes, bed me, Lucy,"I purred, her tongue probing rich into my pussy."Always love me."

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

She could n't progress to anywhere near as deeply, but she still could stir up my pussy. She could still make me shiver and groan, my frame clenching on her tongue as the atmospheric pressure swelled and swelled. Her easy organ lapped through my depths, her sassing nuzzling into my labia.

My clit ached as she swirled her clapper around it, caressing it. Her lips latched on, sucking hard. My entire body convulsed, my chocolate-brown teat heaving. I howled, licking my chops as I savored her natural language stirring the delight through my body.

"Oh, my pith, you subdued him,"she moaned between flicks of my clitoris."You dominated him."

"I did,"I groaned.

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

"Would you like to fuck him ?"A purring rough rumbled out of my throat."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 clitoris. She fucked her tongue into my kitty 's depths. She sucked on my labia. She drove me rampantly. I gasped, my hands holding tight to her silky, brown pilus. I ground on my Secaran slave 's lips, on my sexual love 's licking tongue.

And came.

Rapture flooded through my physical structure. I drank it in. I loved every consequence of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her digit as my juice flooded her loving oral cavity. She drank them down as the oestrus from my orgasm made me feel so light.

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

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

"Thank you !"

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The adjacent day, I sat beneath the silk pavilion in the training courtyard of the Ziggurat. The great, scarlet tiers of the palace rising like massive stairs behind me. Before me were the training moxie, pristine white to depict off any blood spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either English of me, their naked dead body oiled as they wafted great fans of peacock plumage, providing me a chill delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her nerve against my second joint as I lapped at my chilled vino, holding the wide dish in my odd hand. I wore my sari, my right breast on display, showing off my gold nipple tintinnabulation and status as a rakshasa princess.

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

Bakiir was training my striver, Issanik and Thushin in the lead. I had sent for non-Christian priest of Gewin to heal my hard worker after Lucy cleaned my pussy last night. Issanik was closing to last. The non-Christian priest said he would have died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me wetter for Bakiir.

It was such a treat to determine his oiled, naked body beneath the coarse noon sun as he led my other slaves through their steel forms. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That coal black hide ...

My clit throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy cream my kitty when my capitulum twitched. The audio of armour men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling perspiration and leather and smoothing iron. Along with the scent of a rakshasa.

Kushini.

My first cousin strode past me in leather pants, wearing her steel. The deviate strutted with a martial swagger. Her female parent should get drowned her as an infant instead of nursing her. So direct. So emphatic. She did n't see how to use proxy. She liked cunning.

"I see you house-trained your purchase,"Kushini purred, taking her seat on the other side of the diminished table, her hard worker spreading around her. She did n't bring any fans but sat like the day 's heat energy did n't bother her."Only took a week."

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

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

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

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

Disgraceful.

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

Her mitt pulled back from her blade."My men know how to wield their cocks."She reached beneath the breechcloth of one of her slaves, an impressive Thlinian with red hide wearing a aegis and jambeau. She stroked his gumshoe beneath it, the man 's buttock twitching, his armor creak."Do n't you ?"

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

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

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that piddling harlot 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 chops."Look at the specimen my Bakiir possesses."

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

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

"Yes,"she said, such enviousness."How much to rent him for the dark ?"

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

Kushini just licked her chop."That we are the only two princesses in the palace with any real number taste. None of the early whores saw the note value in Bakiir. But we did."

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

"Unlike your mother ?"I said casually. Rushina, Kushini 's female parent, was heir. If aged Queen Adroyna died today, Rushina would sit upon the throne and Kushini would be one 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 sword. See his skill. Then we can ... talk terms the expiation of your piffling pussy."

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

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

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"How was Kushini ?"I asked Bakiir that evening when we entered my quarters, my cortege following. The fan girls moved with entry to the dog house, knowing their position. My male striver stood in the room, waiting for commands.

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

"Good. And the intact castle heard her."Which was terrific. That would be useful."Issanik stay, the sleep, to the kennel. You did good today. piece of ass your whores hard."

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

They were all so happy, like little boys eager to please their mothers. Or so I was told. Rakshasa 's only had daughters. It would probably be so much well-situated 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 finger's breadth playing with her gold clit anchor ring. She nodded her forefront, her eyes locked on the cock, still wet with my first cousin 's juices. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so useful. Ideas bubbled in my mind.

"nookie her !"

"Yes, fancy woman,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, blench conformation 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 pussy, her pussy still virgin tight."I need that big, Shirley Temple Black dick in me, Bakiir. It was torment for me, too, always sucking but never getting to experience 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's breadth 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 little girl. She just moaned with a lustfulness I knew all too well. That shaft was amazing. Her pale bridge player grasped his thick, ebony cinch, bringing it to her pussy.

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his peter into her body. Her ivory form shuddered, her pussy lips stretching so obscenely wide to film that cinch. Her moan of joy made my middle beat so fast. It was so wonderful to give my erotic 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 tool in me !"

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian brute, his muscular ass clenching as he drove his tool over and over into my fan 's pussy."Such a tight cunt. Gods, you are hot and molten."

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

My pussycat 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 mother fucker, his natural language swirling around while his secure hands slid around my waistline, reaching for my pussy.

Rough fingerbreadth found my kidnapping. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my folds, making me shudder in consummate pleasure. Then two thick fingers penetrated my slit. He drove them deep, fucking them punishing as he rimmed my asshole.

Pleasure rippled through me.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my slit !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty kind, ramming his putz so mystifying into her pussy over and over."Just plow me."

"Enjoy him, my heart,"I purred, my pelvic girdle swiveling, loving Issanik 's tongue lapping at my asshole, his organ swirling around my rumple opening.

He was such a subservient man.

"I am, my middle,"Lucy moaned."Oh, Supreme Being, I am. This stopcock ! It 's a divine tool ! Pater must be his male parent ! Yes, yes, yes !"

I shuddered the pleasure shooting through me as I watched my lovely Lucy writhe beneath the dark slave. Their contrasting eubstance heaved together as the dyad writhed. frame 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 pussy drank in the plunge of Issanik 's fingers, my arsehole delighting in his tongue. My centre were so hot as they watched my slave and lover fuck.

"Take it, you picayune whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my shaft. Take it in your tight 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 bowels and swirled it around. My pussy clenched down so hard on his fingers, the ardour burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his knife, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's with child egg thwacked over and over into my slave, so full of his cum. I licked my chop again, staring at them. A hot chill ran through my body. My shit 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 thought if she even heard what I said, so lost to her pleasure.

Juices gushed out of her pussy, squirting along his shaft. She bucked so violently beneath his spate. She was so petite, so frail, so innocent beneath the ebony hard worker. And yet she took his powerful knife thrust. She took his tool without breaking.

And loved it.

"Cum in her !"I snarled.

"Yes, fancy woman,"he growled and buried into her cunt.

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

Maybe quickening a girl in me.

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

"Oh, yes, he flooded me, my core,"mewled a overgorge Lucy."He flooded so lots cum in me. Even after fucking your cousin."

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

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

"Yes ... mistress,"he growled.

"You are dismissed, Bakiir. I will take sure as shooting you get the choice cuts of meat for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her wooden leg were still outspread wide, her pussy gaping open, the tight seal ruined. Cum dribbled out, slurred and salty. Its scent filled the air, mixed with her sweet musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your gallantry last nighttime, you may fuck my ass while I lap my knuckle down clean."

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

He let out such a moan of delectation as I pulled away from him. I felt his adoration as I moved to the bed, licking my chop shot. Through lidded eyes, Lucy watched me, her manus playing with her omphalus, her minor breasts rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my men and knees, crawling towards her. The scent of seraphic cunt and salty cum filled my keen nose. I leaned down, lapping my rough tongue through her folds. She squealed in delectation, her body convulsing as my tongue lapped up the delicious mix.

"Oh, my heart,"she mewled, her custody 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 mother fucker polished with his spit, set up for his cock. He placed that thick girth against my asshole. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he feel like in my asshole—but he would still piddle me squeal as I lapped up all the delicious cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a grunt, my knuckle down thrust.

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

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

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

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

"Let 's find out."

Lucy gasped, her body bucking as my long, fatheaded tiger-tongue reached so recondite into her pussy. When I turned into a full human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my knife could achieve only half as deep into her sweet depths. It was so terrific to finger so a great deal of her cunt bulwark about my clapper, to feel her wriggle and gasp and groan, shuddering in pleasure 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 fresh pick while Issanik plowed my asshole hard, grunting with every wonderful thrust.

heating system burned in my bowel as my hard worker fucked me. It met the fervor he had built while I watched Lucy and Bakiir writhe. My coming swelled so hot and fast through me, my pelvis wiggling, bucking back into his herculean thrusts as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

"My heart,"she squealed, her pussy contracting as my unsmooth clapper bathed her depths."Yes, yes, yes ! The king 's saggy bosom and dried-up twat, I love you !"

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

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

succus dripped down my thighs, my slit growing hotter and hotter. The fire raging in my bowels, sparked by my striver 's great stopcock, rushed towards my snatch. An hell roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my body with rapture.

My pussy spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My sexual climax surged exaltation through me.

My bowels writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me severely, driving his dick so thick and hard into my asshole. More and more flames burst from my ass, raging through my body. I shuddered, my glossa 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 rapture. Her moans echoed through the room. Then she convulsed, her snatch going groundless about my tongue.

"My heart !"she squealed as she came.

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

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

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

And then I shivered, feeling my slave 's jizz pumped into the depths of my bowel. Hot and hefty gust splashing against my asshole 's velvety walls. I groaned, my pussy still spasming, succus flooding down my thighs.

"Oh, my affectionateness, you are such a treasure,"I groaned, pulling her body down the bed, my muzzle, soaked by her succus, nuzzling into her belly and then her breasts.

"So are you,"she breathed as I opened my jaw and bit her cervix. Not unvoiced. I did n't come home her skin, but I could find her pulse. She did n't develop scared. She knew I could kill her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not love her rear ?

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

Never head I sent him to her and he brought me back her Au. I still savored punishing him. It was the third time in the end two hebdomad she 'd rented him. Already, rumour buzzed about Kushini 's whorish appetites for Bakiir. The other princesses sniggered behind her back.

The perfect cover.

"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my pussycat so hard. His solid lip digging into my bend, his natural language thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his back. He grunted, smart wheal puckering across his broad back. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his coal black boldness between my Robert Brown thigh. He was so impregnable. He could break me in half with comfort.

But he was my slave.

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

Lucy burst into the room."My tenderness !"

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

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

"Queen Adroyna is dead,"Lucy breathed."She died having sex with one of her slave. Konayveh said her gist gave out."

I smiled at the news of my grandma 's end. Everything would change. And that think opportunity."We need to make plans."

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

To be continued ...