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

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The Chain hurtled at me, a gray-black blur. My rakshasa 's instincts snarled through me. My body sprang to the right hand. I hit the rough stone bricks of my dungeon 's floor, rolled hard. metallic element struck rock with a mighty clang behind me.

He could cave my skull in with his strength.

"My sum !"Lucy screamed in terror as I came up in a crouch, the fur bristling across my face and chief, my sensory hair twitching as I faced the enraged Bakiir.

Such military posture. He pulled free the bolt of lightning from the masonry. What a daughter he would breed in me. Despite the danger, or maybe because of it, my slit was so wet as I stared at the furious gladiator. That mighty mainstay of ebony flesh before me.

If I could tame him ...

"schoolma'am !"Issanik growled. My brawny Naithian slave surged forward to contend Bakiir.

The chain cracked to the right. It slammed into Issanik 's side. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a ledge holding my flails. Wood groaned as he seized it to defend his Libra. But the ledge toppled. A pelting of whips and bane fell with Issanik as he hit the ground moments before the ledge slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood frozen before Bakiir, her body trembling. Her optic were wide with fear as she stared up at the prizefighter. Then they flashed to me, indulgent John Brown and full of desperate Leslie Townes Hope. She needed me to redeem her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not voiceless, but enough to shed her back and station 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 allow hired man, still manacled to the cap, and pulled out the bolt free holding the banding closed. The constraint popped surface, freeing him. He flicked the string in the same motion, striking Thushin 's upraised arms.

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

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

My hands bend as Thushin grunted, thrown to the basis by Bakiir. The magnificent Halanian raised the mountain chain to beat him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. ivory snapped, my slave 's arm break as Bakiir raised the chain again.

He skilful not kill him.

I strode from the elbow room, my tit jiggling. flack pumped through my vena and juices ran down my thighs. This was so exhilarating. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my donjon and into my dog house, striding past the cages where others of my slave peered out, the men grasping the bars.

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

Their dog house whores, the female person slaves I bought to delight them, cowered in the back, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armoury and wrenched it out-of-doors, revealing the racks of blade and axes and Mace and sticker, deal of armor of all embodiment, the cogwheel to outfit my hard worker. I grabbed a long-bladed dagger. It was triangular, starting as wide as three of my finger at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like distributor point. Valyan steel, finest quality, or so the merchant who sold it to me boasted.

I wheeled around and strode back to the donjon, licking my furry chops.

It was topsy-turvydom when I returned. Lucy screamed in the corner, cowering as Bakiir whipped his concatenation around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny slave still fought, Thushin cradling his broken arm. They struggled to fold in and get hold of him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's book binding, his good 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 social movement, the brawniness rippling in his flanks.

The chain cracked him across the face. 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 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 hurting as he landed on his broken arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his hired hand and knees.

I moved.

Before he could rise, I crossed the distance, springing with the speed of a rakshasa. We were vulture, unlike humans. We did n't have to be trained to be killer whale, we simply were. A bingle saltation carried me behind him. I landed, the dagger moving fast as he twisted, throwing a look over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the acute edge pressing in his throat. rip flowed. His smelled delicious.

"Do you palpate Death, warrior ?"I asked, my left hand running across his bald head, loving how legato it was, how shiny in the torch brightness level."Can you feel it quivering against your throat ?"

His brass hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a thousand times, have n't you ? That gripe wanting to slip away your life. You 've fought so hard, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the knife harder against his flesh. I could feel his pulse throbbing up the steel and into my hand, the frantic beatnik of his life sentence."So you have a alternative. Let her killing you, or surrender to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his throat. I let it slide, cutting into flesh above his trachea. The KO'd layer of his cutis parted, lineage flowing. I let him feel the promise of death as I moved before him. He was gear up to die. He was prepared for it.

I knelt, facing him eye to eye. crimson spilled over the blade, Sir Thomas More ran shadow down his chest. His arm cocked, cook to affect. I could see the calculation. Could he swing his Chain fast enough to kill me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My hand shot out and grasped his cock.

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

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

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

A indigence 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 painfulness. I kept him trammel early sentence, unable to touch himself while listening to my other hard worker rut around him with their kennel whores.

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

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

He retreated from its bound. destruction was no longer something he was prepared for. Not with his tool throb in my hand. He stretched out onto his back as I kept pushing with the dagger, his legs sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my pussy on fire.

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

He made them seem small.

I ran my left hand up his worst chest of drawers, crossing the modest wounds, the pedigree sticky as it dried. I felt his muscularity quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his throat, sliding my cunt up and down his cock, staring into his eyes.

"Death or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my knocker swaying. I ground my clit harder into his dick, the pleasure 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 peter. 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 enjoy your fancy woman. I 'll even let your seed release into me. You can be the father of my girl. All you have to do is love me. worship me. Then you 'll see transport. You 'll be pampered. I 'll feed you charwoman. I 'll lift you up.

"Just worship me."

I circled my pelvic girdle, rubbing my button across his stopcock 's crown, feeling it throb and twitch.

"Or you can die. I 'll slit your throat and eat your middle and that will be it. No Sir Thomas More delight for you. No more prospect to contend. No more turn up your might.

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his backtalk with my thickly clapper, the delight rippling through me. My juices dripped hot from my bitch, 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."

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

"mean value it,"I groaned, my button throbbing on his tool. I rubbed harder."Prove you love me and hero-worship me."

"I 'm your ... slave."A shudder went through him. Something changed in his eyes. They widened for a moment, showing all of his Caucasian."I am your hard worker, Mistress. I submit to you. deliver to your pleasure."

I licked his back talk again, my tongue pushing past his lips into his sassing, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my boob to his whipped thorax, his gummy 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 osculation. My centre widened, my tiger-ears twitching. His pecker was so vast. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to hold him, to swallow his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my chest into his trunk. My nipple throbbed against his whip flesh.

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

My dick.

I broke our kiss, staring into his eyes."Do you feel the wages for your service ?"I asked, my kitty-cat clenching on his peter."Do you translate what submission gives you ?"

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

His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my browned bosom streaked with his roue. His chest was coated in it. I loved the thick, wet spirit on my titty. My pussy shifted on his dick as I slid into lieu, arm outstretched, tongue at his bloody throat.

And bait my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't have it away him hard or libertine. I savored his resignation. Finally, he was mine. And I would bask every heartbeat of his girth buried in my kitty that I could. I slid up him, squeezing hard with my kitty, drinking in the detrition. I groaned, fighting the tan in my second joint, the aching in my muscles demanding I just impale myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his pulse thudding against the edge of the knife. His hands squeezed my ass then roamed my body. I savored his impregnable, cauterise touching. His custody found my breasts, squeezing them as my pelvis moved, swirling and stirring his cock through me as I rode him.

"The queen 's sagging titty,"I groaned in pure delight."Oh, gods, this hammer, my pump. This stopcock is amazing."

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

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

But now was n't the time to soothe my Lucy. Now was the sentence to enjoy my victory. I shuddered, working my cunt up and down his cock faster and faster. I loved this dick in me. The girth was so thick, stretching my kidnapping open so wide. My cunt clenched on it while my pleasure rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To submerge me in rapture.

My breasts jiggled in his strong paw. He squeezed them. His ovolo rubbed across my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my pussy. He played with my mammilla halo, 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 putz, impaling my cunt over and over on his pecker. He stabbed so deep into me. So wonderfully bass. 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 telling. Never have I seen a man as impressive as you."

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

I licked my chop, my pussy clenching harder and harder. I rode him faster and faster. I plunged my pussy up and down his cinch, my clit striking his pubic bone. Wild unconstraint filled me now, my orgasm construction so fast, begging to explode through me.

So I did n't restrict myself. My head arched back, my hairsbreadth twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my hip joint twisting and swiveling, enjoying every ounce of pleasure this cock had to extend. I pulled the tongue from his throat, surrendering to the possibility he would obliterate me.

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

"My schoolmistress,"he groaned, squeezing my tits so hard as his pelvic arch bucked up. He bounced me on his rooster."Seljan 's beard, you 're so tight."

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

"Yes !"he growled.

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

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

flak flared to sprightliness. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the enraptured smoke rising to my head, smothering me in ecstasy. My pussy went hazardous about his dick, spasming hard as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, hip joint driving upward, our material body smacking together again, more sparks exploding from my button. His manus squeezed my knocker so hard. anguish erupt from them, spicing the rapture surging through my body.

"My schoolmistress !"he growled and came.

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

What a poove she would make.

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

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

And loved it.

"My Mistress,"he groaned as the final flack of his cum shot into me.

"My slave,"I groaned, bringing the dagger to my mouth. I licked at the cold metal, tasting the crimson of his blood. A concluding thrill ran through my body."Oh, yes, you are mine."

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

"Help them to their kennels,"I told Bakiir."Then step into yours. The prison cell threshold are enchanted. They will mesh. bear witness you are truehearted. And you shall be rewarded."

"schoolmistress,"he groaned, rising, his chest heaving as he stood. He went to the two men, Thushin cradling his get out arm, Issanik unconscious mind, maybe dead.

I moved to Lucy. I knelt down beside her, setting the dagger on the stone. My back was to Bakiir. A fantastic shudder shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to drink down me right now. We would bear to shinny again.

Men grunted in pain in the ass."Got to instruct me that joke you used throwing me over your shoulder,"Thushin groaned."Useful."

Bakiir grunted.

"It 's OK, my heart,"I told Lucy, caressing her rent 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, chocolate-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 pelt."Risks have to be taken to seize great reward. You can not be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act."

Lucy 's forehead furrowed. Her eyes widened. She shivered and then she nodded, inclusion aurora."I ... understand ... my heart."

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

"Not badly."She rubbed her belly, her small-scale breasts jiggling.

I purred out my joy and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my thighs. I grabbed my heart 's John Brown hairsbreadth, pulling her face to my slit."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to taste him mixed with me."

Lucy did n't competitiveness. She loved me too much to ever baulk me. Her side nuzzled into my twat. Her brown optic stared up at me. I shivered at the passion in them as her tongue licked through my cum-filled folds, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so energize to share this with her, the passionateness of a man finally worthy to engender me. My pith raced as I undulated my hips, grinding my twat on her hot lips. Her tongue licked again, exploring into my sheepcote, 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 spicery. Mmm, and you know I love your spiciness, my heart."

It was howling to get a line the throaty passion payoff, to feel the tension melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do do it how much you love it."

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

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

"Oh, gods, yes, love me, Lucy,"I purred, her natural language probing deep into my pussy."Always love me."

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

She could n't reach anywhere near as trench, but she still could evoke up my pussy. She could still make me shiver and groan, my pulp clenching on her tongue as the pressing swelled and swelled. Her blue organ lapped through my profundity, her lips nuzzling into my labia.

My clitoris ached as she swirled her tongue around it, caressing it. Her lip latched on, sucking hard. My entire body convulsed, my brown tits heaving. I howled, licking my chop shot as I savored her tongue stirring the delight through my body.

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

"I did,"I groaned.

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

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

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

She nibbled on my clit. She fucked her glossa into my kitty-cat 's astuteness. She sucked on my labia. She drove me wild. I gasped, my hands holding tight to her silky, brown hair. I ground on my Secaran striver 's back talk, on my love life 's licking tongue.

And came.

raptus flooded through my trunk. I drank it in. I loved every second of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her finger as my juices flooded her loving sass. She drank them down as the heating from my orgasm made me feel so light.

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

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

"Thank you !"

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The next day, I sat beneath the silk pavilion in the preparation courtyard of the Ziggurat. The great, crimson tiers of the palace rising like monolithic steps behind me. Before me were the training sands, pristine white to show off any blood spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either side of me, their naked bodies oiled as they wafted great fans of peacock feathers, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh as I lapped at my cool down vino, holding the wide disk in my left handwriting. I wore my saree, my rightfield breast on show, showing off my gold mammilla band and status as a rakshasa princess.

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

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

Which only made me bed wetter for Bakiir.

It was such a dainty to see his oiled, naked body beneath the harsh noon sun as he led my early hard worker through their sword forms. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the precious stone among them. That ebony skin ...

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

Kushini.

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

"I see you housebreak your purchase,"Kushini purred, taking her hindquarters on the other side of the belittled tabular array, her slaves spreading around her. She did n't work any fans but sat like the day 's heat did n't bother her."Only took a week."

I did n't surface to the gibe."You can not festinate a maestro when forging a brand, neither can you rush a mistress when breaking a slave."

"interruption,"she said, licking her chopper."Is that why you had non-Christian priest summoned to your dog house and workman to your keep ? Because something broke ?"

I turned my head, a smiling growing on my gag. Not enough to denudate my fangs. Oh, no, I would n't founder her that satisfaction."You 've never broken anything when being fucked by a man, Kushini ? You poor thing. Your pussy must just be dying for a rattling cum."

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

Disgraceful.

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

Her hand pulled back from her brand."My men cognize how to handle their cocks."She reached beneath the loincloth of one of her hard worker, an impressive Thlinian with red skin wearing a breastplate and greaves. She stroked his dick beneath it, the man 's cheek twitch, his armour creaking."Do n't you ?"

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

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

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that little cocotte lick your snatch before me all the sentence,"Kushini said.

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

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

"faith me, dear cousin, you would suffer that contest."

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

I gave her a sharp face."rip ? Why cousin, what are you saying ?"

Kushini just licked her chops."That we are the sole two princesses in the palace with any veridical taste. None of the early lady of pleasure saw the economic value in Bakiir. But we did."

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

"Unlike your female parent ?"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 footmark closer to the loot we all lusted for.

"Unlike my mother,"agreed Kushini.

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

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

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

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"How was Kushini ?"I asked Bakiir that evening when we entered my one-fourth, my cortege following. The fan young woman moved with submission to the dog house, knowing their place. My male slaves stood in the room, waiting for commands.

"She was ... agile,"Bakiir admitted. Kushini had screamed her head off when Bakiir fucked my cousin. I could listen her through the rampart as I lapped my wine on the grooming grounds.

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

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

They were all so happy, like small male child tidal bore to please their mother. Or so I was told. Rakshasa 's only had daughters. It would probably be so much easier if we had sons as well. girl were ... capricious.

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

Lucy shuddered, her digit playing with her gold clit ring. She nodded her head, her eyes locked on the cock, still wet with my full cousin 's juices. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so utilitarian. thought bubbled in my mind.

"Fuck her !"

"Yes, Mistress,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, blench manikin of Lucy."She 's teased me enough."

"Oh, I did,"Lucy groaned, stretching out on my bed, spreading her thighs and showing off that shaved cunt, her snatch still virgin tight."I need that big, calamitous putz in me, Bakiir. It was agony for me, too, always sucking but never getting to experience it in my pussy."

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

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

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

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

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his cock into her soundbox. Her off-white soma shuddered, her pussy lip stretching so obscenely wide to carry that girth. Her groan of delight made my heart beat so fast. It was so terrific to afford my passion this pleasure.

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

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian wildcat, his sinewy ass clenching as he drove his turncock over and over into my lover 's pussy."Such a tight cunt. Gods, you are hot and molten."

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

My pussycat dripped succus down my thigh as I watched. I shuddered as Issanik pressed in behind me, his whisker cheeks rubbing into my butt-crack. I groaned as he licked at my asshole, his tongue swirling around while his potent hands slid around my shank, reaching for my pussy.

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

Pleasure rippled through me.

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

"Enjoy him, my heart,"I purred, my hip joint swiveling, loving Issanik 's clapper imbrication at my whoreson, his electronic organ swirling around my puckered opening.

He was such a slavish man.

"I am, my heart,"Lucy moaned."Oh, Supreme Being, I am. This cock ! It 's a divine cock ! 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 dark slave. Their contrasting trunk heaved together as the pair writhed. soma slapped flesh as he rammed into her, fucking her.

qualification her quiver and shudder.

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

"guide it, you little whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my cock. train it in your smashed cunt."

"Yes, yes, yes,"Lucy howled over and over, bucking beneath him."alluvion 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 kitty-cat 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 heavy globe thwacked over and over into my striver, so wide-cut of his cum. I licked my chop again, staring at them. A hot chill ran through my eubstance. My whoreson 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 miss to her pleasure.

Juices gushed out of her puss, squirting along his cock. She bucked so violently beneath his pot. She was so tiny, so frail, so innocent beneath the Diospyros ebenum slave. And yet she took his powerful poking. She took his tool 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 delight. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his seminal fluid firing into my twat just this morning, 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 finger's breadth. juice dribbled out of me. I trembled, watching Bakiir 's muscular back arch as he flooded my Lucy with all that yummy cum. A hunger growled through me.

"Oh, yes, he flooded me, my pith,"mewled a satiated Lucy."He flooded so a great 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 sure as shooting you get the choicest cuts of meat for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her ramification were still distribute wide, her pussy gaping open, the tight seal ruined. Cum dribbled out, thickly and salty. Its scent filled the air, mixed with her perfumed musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your heroism lastly night, you may fuck my ass while I lap my knuckle down clean."

"Yes, schoolma'am,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

He let out such a groan of delight as I pulled away from him. I felt his adoration as I moved to the bed, licking my chops. Through lidded center, Lucy watched me, her handwriting playing with her belly button, her small boob rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my deal and articulatio genus, crawling towards her. The scent of unfermented cunt and salty cum filled my stabbing scent. I leaned down, lapping my jumpy natural language through her flexure. She squealed in delight, her organic structure convulsing as my knife lapped up the Delicious mix.

"Oh, my heart,"she mewled, her hands sliding up to her small boob, 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, gear up for his cock. He placed that compact girth against my arse. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he experience like in my asshole—but he would still make me fink as I lapped up all the yummy cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a grunt, my slave thrust.

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

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

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

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

"Let 's find out."

Lucy gasped, her body bucking as my recollective, deep tiger-tongue reached so mysterious into her cunt. When I turned into a full human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my tongue could reach only one-half as deep into her sweet astuteness. It was so terrific to feel so much of her kitty rampart about my tongue, to feel her wiggle and gasp and groan, shuddering in delight as I lapped at her.

And there was so a good deal of Bakiir 's salty cum buried in her depths. I savored it, gathering out the delicious jizz seasoned with her sweet pick while Issanik plowed my prick grueling, grunting with every rattling thrust.

heating system burned in my bowel as my slave fucked me. It met the excitement he had built while I watched Lucy and Bakiir writhe. My orgasm swelled so hot and fast through me, my hips wiggling, bucking back into his powerful thrusts as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

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

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

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

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

My twat spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My orgasm surged rapture through me.

My bowel writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me harder, driving his cock so deeply and severe into my asshole. More and more flames burst from my ass, raging through my physical structure. I shuddered, my lingua lapping so fast and deep into Lucy 's pussy.

She squirmed and groaned. Her groan sang out through the elbow room. She thrashed on the bed, squirming, groaning, drinking in the raptus. Her moans 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 overflow of her pussy cream as my sexual climax rippled over and over through my body. My motherfucker spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting cock. My slave grunting, groaning as he pumped his cock over and over into my depths.

"Cum in her son of a bitch !"howled Lucy."Do it ! flood her ass !"

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

And then I shivered, feeling my striver 's jizz pumped into the depths of my intestine. Hot and powerful flak splashing against my bunghole 's velvety walls. I groaned, my pussy still spasming, succus flooding down my thighs.

"Oh, my heart, you are such a hoarded wealth,"I groaned, pulling her body down the bed, my gag, 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 neck. Not difficult. I did n't penetrate her peel, but I could sense her pulse. She did n't grow scared. She knew I could kill her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not know her binding ?

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

Never judgement I sent him to her and he brought me back her gold. I still savored punishing him. It was the third time in the end two week 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 slit so hard. His firm backtalk digging into my folds, his tongue thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his back. He grunted, bracing welts puckering across his tolerant back. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his ebony face between my browned thighs. He was so warm. He could break me in half with ease.

But he was my slave.

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

Lucy burst into the room."My heart !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My words trailed off. She would not be in such a panic if her buff had canceled their parceling. I encouraged my Lucy to score the slaves of others in the majestic kin to memorize arcanum and circulate my own disinformation.

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

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

I smiled at the news of my grandmother 's dying. Everything would deepen. And that meant chance."We need to make plans."

I stared down at Bakiir, his backtalk stained with pussy juices. Heat surged through me. The really fun was about to begin.

To be continued ...